The Muse's Undoing

“Umph…” He grunts, his neck coming off the bed again. “Fuck.”

Snug and hot and slick with lube, his channel swallows my cock whole. His strokes on his dick are lazy, but it’s because he’s watching me. Not my cock sinking into him, but my face. And I can’t look away from his either. His cheeks are red as he takes me, and he bites down on the corner of his lower lip as I pull back and thrust.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, already comparing myself with everyone he’s let do this to him before.

“You…” is all the information I get.

“Who the fuck am I?” The question slips out, absolutely meant to be kept to myself.

“Show me,” he says, his voice strained as I slowly fuck him.

“You feel so good,” I say.

“Yeah?”

“So fucking good, baby.”

He lets out a short, pained whimper, and his eyes close briefly. I move faster, but not rougher, loving the feeling of every inch of him clamping tightly on every inch of me.

I wish my hips were what they used to be. I wish I could do something more than drill him deep, but his groans don’t sound like complaints. His hand leaves his cock to take hold of my arm. He rests his calves on my shoulders and grabs for my hands. Our fingers thread and lock. Our eyes meet again, and I’m able to lean forward enough to pin him to the pillow.

“Help me,” I tell him. “Fuck me.”

A groan rips from his chest, and he gets the message. I can’t do this on my own. I need him. His legs shift to lock around my back, tilting his hips up to give himself room to move beneath me. As he works his ass around my thrusting cock, we start to lose ourselves in the new angles and rhythm.

It’s perfect.

“Fischer, fuck…”

“That’s it…that’s so fucking good.”

“Give me more,” he begs.

I don’t hesitate. Tightening my grip on his hands for leverage, I slam into his ass, our flesh and bones crashing as he rocks against me and milks me with every single muscle in his ass. Our bodies thump together, and he groans with each thrust. I’m losing my mind.

“I’m gonna come,” he tells me.

“Yeah?”

“You feel so fucking good inside me.”

“You’re doing all the work,” I say—again, words I meant to keep to myself.

“Shut the fuck up—your cock is incredible. Best fucking thing ever.”

“Goddammit,” I breathe. Pressure builds in my groin as my own release threatens urgently. I shift his hands up, closer to his face and stretch myself to lengthen and roughen my strokes.

“Oh, fuck…fuck…”

He sounds like a different person. Some side of him I’ve never seen before today. Before he trusted me. His head thrashes as he tries to fight it. My thighs tense as I try to do the same, not wanting this to end. From time to time, my abs graze his cock, and he’s so close. I can feel it. See it with my own eyes.

It’s got me so on edge, I feel close to death—or nirvana.

“I’m coming,” he whispers. “Fucking coming…”

I glance down as his cock throbs hard and cum shoots out. Exactly like that night in the club, I crumble at the sight of it. My resistance fails, and I unleash inside him, my hot load filling his hole as he lets out a long groan of deep satisfaction. I, on the other hand, sound like a grunting, growling beast-person as we continue to fuck every drop out of each other.

“Shit…” he whines. “Motherfuck…shit…” His broken words contain a high note of surprise.