The Muse's Undoing

My finger slips inside him, and he doesn’t stir, doesn’t even twitch. His body may even be too worn out to bear down, and that shouldn’t turn me on more, but of course it does.

I lick my lips, salivating as I clumsily zoom the shot in, watching on the screen as my finger moves leisurely in and out of him. I easily slip in a second because he’s so loose and relaxed. “Look at the way your body sucks me in, princess,” I whisper. “It’s so fucking hot inside you. This…this right here…” I curl my fingers to press the soft swell of his prostate. He shifts again and lets out a huff of air. “I wanna fuck it raw so bad. I want to paint it with my cum.”

His ass clenches, and I freeze again, shutting my mouth but keeping the camera aimed at my fingers deep in his hole. When he relaxes again, I murmur, “You like that, sleeping beauty? You like being fingered in your sleep?” I train the camera on my own leaking cock. “I don’t know if you can tell how hot you are, but if this is any clue…”

I slide my fingers out and give his ass cheek a gentle massage, before moving my hand to the other, kneading the flesh. He grunts and shifts onto his side. I take back my hand. I’m careful to keep his face out of the frame, but he’s showing me his dick now, the one I want a rose quartz version of if I ever start to miss him too much. He’s sporting a semi.

I set the phone on the nightstand, angled toward his dick, and I get on my knees beside the stacked mattresses. With one hand on his hip, I open wide, gently lift his dick, surround it with my mouth and then close around him, letting out a sigh of relief at the feel of him on my tongue.

I barely even move. I mostly hold him there, opening my throat, and working the muscle of my tongue against the base of his shaft. The softest suction, enough to satisfy my fixation, but not enough to wake him, I hope. Minutes pass, and the sun rises. His hips shift slightly forward, and I respond with more of a suck.

Like he’s having a sex dream, he rocks his hips in search of friction I happily provide, caressing his ass and playing the role of whoever he’s fucking in his dream—and it better be me.

The more he participates, the more risks I take, sliding two fingers deep into his hole, lodging them against his prostate and holding them there.

“Matty, baby…” he sighs. I glance up to find his eyes still closed, his features still relaxed.

Loving the way I’ve made it into his dreams, I give in to the overwhelming urge to touch myself. His dick thickens in my mouth while I keep him plugged from behind. His thrusts pound the back of my throat harder than he’s ever gone on me, and I start to wonder…regarding the quartz cock conversation—does he need that? I struggle to take the force of him without making noise.

He mumbles incoherently except for the occasional curse. When his cum floods my mouth, he groans and stills. “Fuckin’ A,” he moans, going utterly limp as I swallow his load and jerk my own out, the most incredible ache in my thighs and groin transform to bliss as my spend coats my abs and hand. When I slide my mouth off him, I’m grinning at the fuckin’ A.

Glancing up, I find half-lidded, glazed mirrors staring at me, a line between them. “What are you doing?” he mumbles. I wipe a drop of his cum from my chin and stare innocently back at him, only now realizing my fingers are still in his ass. He clenches like he’s just figuring this out, too.

“Did you just blow me?”

“Maybe,” I whisper.

“I came?”

“Uh-huh…”

“What’s in my ass?”

“My fingers.”

He arches a brow. “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

“I came, too,” I admit.

“When has that ever stopped you?”

The man has a point. With no time to waste, I move him over, lie down on the bed, and pull him on top of me. Positioning my cock at his entrance, I bend my knees and shove in. He wraps his arms around me and rests his sleepy head against my neck. “Matthew,” he groans. “Are you fucking filming this?”

“Shh, princess. Be a good brother, shut the fuck up, and take my cock like you know you want to.”

“Mmm…” He acquiesces to this request with no argument. He might be awake, but he’s not all the way with me either, and I love it as much as I love him talking in his sleep. He relaxes on top of me and lets me use him, groaning his pleasure in all the right places while his tightening ass gets me hard again. So hard. He feels unusually good—extra hot.

His cock slides back and forth on my cum-coated abs, and I’m in fucking heaven.

“Are you gonna use this to blackmail me?” he asks as he takes me like a champ.

“It’s going straight to my spank bank,” I assure him.

“I want one.”

“You don’t need one. You’ve got me. Anytime you need me.”

“What about when you work overnight?”