Page 75 of Tethered Fates

He curses as if I burnt him.

I spread my other leg wide, tilt my hips, then run my lubed hand down my stomach, leaving a trail behind that makes my skin glow. “Like this?”

“Fuck, Teagan.”

He lunges forward, but I stop him by tugging on that lock still twisted around my finger.

“You…” he breathes. His forehead is dotted with beads of sweat.

My fingers pass over my soft cock, something I used to shy away from, but Sen eyes it like there’s nothing else in this world he’d like to taste.

“Me, what?” I tease, stroking my balls, getting them wet with lube before I go further. Pass my taint, then let out the smallest moaning gasp as I circle my rim.

“You are so naughty, Teagan.” The corner of his mouth grows into a devilish smile.

“And you like it?” Looking down at Sen, I bite the corner of my lower lip.

“I. Fucking. Love. It.”

Then I slide my finger past my ring of muscle—inside my tight, hot hole—and we moan in unison. Sen thrusts his hips up, the wet patch on his sweats growing.

“That’s right,” Sen tells me, eyes locked on my finger probing in and out of my hole.

My soft cock aches, like it’s trying to get hard but doesn’t remember how. I don’t let it bother me; I’m too busy watching Sen being held back by a single lock of hair, and losing myself to the pleasure of clenching around something, even if I want more. Want bigger. Thicker.

I go to add a second finger, but he stops me by saying, “No, go slow, sweetheart. Just feel it. You aren’t prepping yourself. You’re just playing with yourself and driving me insane.”

I gasp, moan, then nod, my toes digging into the meat of his back as I rub my inner walls, shuddering when I find that bundle of nerves. My head drops back, and my neck stretches as I let out a long moan.

“That’s right, Teagan, fuck. That’s right, you keep feeling that,” Sen instructs me as I massage my prostate, my hips waving with each glide. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

“Sen…”

“I know,” he breathes, his hot breath running over the hair on my legs. His lips close to my skin. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?”

I nod, pulling on his hair so he can press his lips against my thigh. And he does, sucking and licking, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin, moaning like I’d denied him something for too long and now he gets to gorge.

The need for more becomes too great, and soon I’m pulling my fingers out to tangle both hands in his hair, then tell him, “Do it. Do it for me.”

Sen growls as he lunges at me, one hand going under my thigh to hold it up and spread me wider. His mouth opens towards my soft cock, and I have a sudden, sharp sense of shyness. I’m about to push him away when he engulfs me.

Sen moans and sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he runs his tongue along my sensitive foreskin.

I cry, then choke out a groan when two of his long fingers fill my lubed hole. “Sen!”

Pleasure pulses from my cock, a pleasure I never expected to feel while I couldn’t get hard. It grows as Sen fingers me, his tongue swirling around my cock, dipping past my foreskin to roll around my cockhead in a sloppy kiss.

“Oh my god,” I thrust into his mouth. “Oh fuck. Sen. Fuck. I…” I ride his fingers rubbing against my prostate, and then I’m screaming, “Fuck! I’m cumming? Oh fuck, I’m actually cumming!”

My eyes squeeze tight, my hips thrust down onto his probing fingers, my cock swallowed by his humming mouth, then a rush of cum shudders out of me.

Spit rolls down my chin as I yell open-mouthed at the ceiling. Floods of pleasure crash against my body like I’m being pulled underwater.

My orgasm comes fast, but it retreats slowly, drifting away from my shores as I slide down the wall, gasping for breath.

Sen swallows, then pulls off, smirking with a tent in his sweats. “Good?”

A lazy laugh spills out of me. “Sure, it was okay.”