I looked over my shoulder to Alec whose gaze was locked on my arse.
I smirked. “What are you waitin' for?” I asked.
Alec flicked his eyes to mine and glared.
He slapped my arse, hard.
I yelped.
“Don't rush me with this, I don't want to hurt you.”
“You just slapped me,” I argued.
He slapped my arse again.
“Only because you love it.”
I kept my mouth shut and grinned—he knew me too well.
I felt the mattress move as Alec climbed off the bed and moved over to his side of the bed where he opened the top drawer of his bedside locker.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head down until it rested against the mattress. The pulsing between my thighs was starting to slow so I reached down between my legs and slid my fingers up and down my wet folds for a few strokes before I rotated them around my sensitive clit. I licked my lips as my hips bucked each my time my fingers made direct contact. I continued to tease myself until Alec moved away from his locker and moved to where I assumed was the end of the bed. I confirmed my assumption when I looked between my legs and saw him stood just a few feet away from me.
“Fuck me,” he growled after a moment or two.
I inwardly glowed and closed my eyes.
He was watching me.
I could feel his eyes on me.
“Damn, Kitten,” he breathed and climbed up onto the bed behind me.
I felt his hands clamp down on my hips, then his pelvis brush against me.
“If it's too painful, tell me. Okay?” Alec ordered, his tone stern.
I nodded my head and pushed my behind into him.
He hissed.
I flinched a little when a cold gel was spread out over my anus then couldn't help but tense as Alec gently slid his finger inside me. I felt him stop so I forced myself to relax. I exhaled a large breath and let the tension seep out of my muscles until I was loose and relaxed.
Alec gently stretched me out with his finger for a bit, then added a second, then a third and to be honest, it didn't feel good. It just felt like someone was sticking their fingers up my arse, which is exactly what he was doing. I refused to give up so soon though, instead I focused on my breathing and tried not to think about it.
“Do you want to play with your clit?” Alec asked me.
Yes!
“Can I?” I asked.
Alec chuckled and used his free hand to slap my arse.
“Yes, bring yourself to the edge for me, but don't make yourself come until I tell you to.”
I did as told and played with my clit enough to make me pant, but not come. I stroked my finger over my clit and shivered. Alec chose this moment to press the head of his cock into my arse. I groaned as he pushed past the thick ring of muscle and fully embedded himself inside me.
“Okay?” he asked.
It hurt, but not that bad.
Alec on the other hand sounded like he was hurting terribly.
“I'm fine,” I breathed. “Are you okay?”
He slowly pulled out halfway, then eased back into me. “It's too... fucking... good.”
I purred with delight and gently pushed back as Alec thrust forward into me.
“Oh my God,” he breathed.
I couldn't help but laugh. “You sound like you're goin' to cry.”
“I could,” he hissed. “It feels... perfect. You feel perfect.”
I hummed with pleasure.
I continued to play with my clit, and after a minute or two Alec couldn't keep to his slow and steady thrusts and began to pump into my body harder and faster. I was surprised with the pleasure it brought me.
“Yes,” I groaned.
Alec slid his hands to my arse cheeks and squeezed them. “I wish you could see this.”
I imagined watching his cock sliding in and out of me, and the erotic image only fuelled my pleasure as I worked my fingers faster against my pulsing clit.
“Keela,” Alec gasped.
I knew that gasp... he was close.
“Now!” He shouted. “Make yourself come!”
I pushed back harder against him and worked my fingers faster. Six pumps later and my mind went blank as waves of pleasure spread from my clit, to my arse and back again.
“Yes!” I screamed and rode out the sensations.
I think Alec called out my name as his fast movements slowed to short jerky thrusts of his pelvis.
My upper body was flat against my mattress, and once Alec stopped grinding into me, my lower body joined my upper half flat on the bed a second before Alec collapsed on top of me. He semi slid off my body leaving his legs hanging off the end of the bed, while his upper body was sprawled out across my back.
“Was... that... good... for you?” Alec asked, breathing rapidly against my spine.
I was trapped under him and couldn't move even if I wanted to.
I was spent.
I grunted in response.
“What does... that mean?” Alec asked, still regaining his breath as he nuzzled his face against my skin.
He was exhausted, yet I could hear the worry in his voice.
I smiled into my mattress. “It means when you get your breath back, can we do that again?”
Alec was silent for a moment then he laughed, hard.
He kissed my lower back. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I murmured. “I'm serious though, I wanna do that again.”
Alec vibrated with laughter. “Give me a minute.”
“Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven—”
Alec's glorious laughter cut me off causing my insides to beam with happiness. I closed my eyes then and prayed that I would wake up feeling as happy. I prayed my dreaded nightmare would be kept at bay.
I was asleep until I felt a poke on my behind rousing me from my peaceful slumber.
“Kitten?” a voice whispered.
I didn't know if I was dreaming or not so I remained still and murmured, “Hmmm?”
I felt a harder nudge on my backside and my body tensed up.
Definitely not dreaming.
Oh, no, not right now.
“Go into the bathroom and get yourself off,” I said then stretched my body out, lightly tensing when soreness gripped my behind.