Page 82 of Into the Dark

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Page 82 of Into the Dark

I turn my head on the desk to see if I can see him, but all I see is the scene out into his club: the huge glass window framing the VIP section where lots of strangers hang over the railing, singing and dancing in time to the deeply hypnotic voices below. When Jake slips his finger inside me and starts to fuck me with it, all other conscious thought leaves my brain.

The orgasm builds quickly, and when his tongue finds my anus again, to my utter surprise it feels only mind-numbingly erotic and causes a warm tingle to bloom up my spine. He flicks his tongue back and forth greedily over the opening and keeps it there, pressing, circling. Hot, wet, and soft. When he inserts it ever so slightly, my legs weaken further at the new sensation—a sensation that feels almost necessary now.

“Fuck, Alex, you always taste so fucking good…” he moans, pressing his face into the backs of my thighs. When I feel him slowly begin to work in his finger, the breath catches in my throat.

“Jake…” I gasp.

“Baby?” His voice hints at concern, but I hear the lust in it. “Baby, tell me you’re okay. Tell me how you feel.”

How do I feel? Hot. Breathless. Deviant. Yes, having his fingers in both places at once makes me feel very hot and very deviant.

“I’m okay…” I tell him. My voice is deeper than normal, and it drips with something I’ve never heard in it before. “It feels good… Everything you do always feels…so good.”

He pushes his finger a little deeper, working it in time with his strokes at my other opening. I feel stretched and full, and that feeling only intensifies as he inserts another finger into my behind. As he works them inside he continues to tease me to climax with his other hand, more urgent now—precise, exquisite, and well-timed strokes against my clitoris.

“I want you to come for me first before I fuck you here.” He slides his tongue against me and alternates it with his fingers. One in, the other out, slow, deep, and deeper. His mouth and tongue are rough and noisy, and they make me feel as if I’m being devoured.

I’m going to come. I feel my belly and thighs clench and that dull, pleasured ache move across the bottom of my spine as he draws the orgasm from my body.

“Oh my god,” I moan. I can’t breathe. My face blooms with heat, my muscles softening, body trembling, as the wet release floods between my legs.

He sucks at my orgasm greedily as I move against his mouth. A moment later, he stands up and runs his hands up my spine to my neck, where he unzips my dress and places kisses across my naked back. The air is cool, but his mouth is hot, and I keep my eyes closed as his mouth attends to the skin of my neck and shoulders, biting and nipping gently. As he slides his hand back between my legs and spreads my wetness over that hole, he bites down on the spot below my ear.

“Now I’m going to fuck you here,” he breathes.

When I feel something cold and wet being rubbed over my opening, I gasp slightly but move backward into his fingers with a kind of dazed desperation. His fingers massage me gently, rubbing and circling the soft jelly over the aching, tingling space where I need him.

“Jake, please. I need you now…” I pant, turning my head to look back at him over my shoulder. His face is flushed and his eyes bright, and his mouth is so full and delectable. I’ll miss kissing him during sex. Kissing Jake during sex is one of the things I think about during those times when I’m not with him. The way his mouth fits so perfectly around mine. The way it ravages mine. The way it talks so filthily into my ear. The way it pleasures my body.

“I need you to be ready for me,” he explains.

I smile at that and back up, pushing my tender butt against the erection straining the front of his pants. Ready for him? I’m pretty sure I was born ready for him.

“I am. I always am,” I tell him with a faint smile. It comes out in a half-breathless moan, and he smiles wickedly and then quickly starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of this on its own almost makes me orgasm again. The sound of Jake’s belt unbuckling is ranked with the Fifth and Requiem as some of my favorite sounds on earth.

“Tell me why you want this, Alex. Tell me what this means.”

I lick my tongue across my mouth. I can barely breathe, let alone speak. “It means I belong to you. Only you have ever had me like this.”

“Just me?” he asks. He pushes his pants down and takes himself in his hand then begins to stroke, his eyes not leaving mine. God, I’m so turned on.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Just you.”

As he steps forward and pushes himself against my opening he groans quietly. He’s hot and hard and far too large for where he’s going. He pushes in all the same, gently teasing my hole with his cock, circling it, stroking it, pushing against it. The jelly makes our skin slippery and noisy, but it works because as he flattens his hand against my back and guides himself inside me with his other hand, I feel my body slowly begin to open for him. It’s sharp and shocking, yet it feels incredibly sensual having him inside this part of me.

Withdrawing slowly, he does the same thing again, watching the space between our bodies as he does. He flicks his eyes to me and nods. “Relax, baby. Try to push out the way…” he instructs.

How many bloody times has he done this, exactly? For a moment I feel a combination of jealousy and inexperience as he plays with my hole with both his finger and his very hot, very large cock.

“That’s it,” he praises.

Closing my eyes, I try my best to breathe and relax and resist the still present urge to reject him from that entrance to my body.

“You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you. Jesus Christ.” He groans as he pushes in further.

I gasp then and clench my fists at the feeling of total intrusion. It’s very odd. Having this kind of sensation in such a place is odd. A twinge in an otherwise barren area.

“So tight, baby…fuck.” He pushes in further before withdrawing and repeating the process once more. “Are you okay? You have to tell me how you feel.”




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