Page 86 of Total Exposure

My legs wrap around him, squeezing him to me, and I wonder… what kind of a sick person must I be to let a stranger fuck me like this?

And I think he’s thinking the same thing.

But neither of us stop.

We just need to be held, and caressed, and yes, fucked. And I don’t know how I know he needs it as much as I do, but I know. He’s lost too. He lost himself, like I lost me. Or something, the way I lost my childhood. Or someone, the way I lost my family.

So I say, “I’ll be that,” to him. And I don’t exactly feel him stiffen, and I definitely don’t hear him agree.

But we agree. I know we do.

As soon as that thought enters my head, he pushes himself deeper inside me. And even though I’m blindfolded underneath this man’s tie, I close my eyes anyway. Because it just feels too good to keep them open.

He goes slow after that. We both do, because we’re in this together now. Fully invested in the watched-watcher dynamic. Fully committed to whatever this is. Sick fantasy, or inevitable solution, it doesn’t matter because it’s ours.

So I just enjoy it. And I think he enjoys it too. Because he begins to moan a little, just a little, just like me. And he starts kissing my neck, the way I’m hungrily teasing the skin of his bare shoulder with my mouth.

His hands slip under my ass and squeeze as he flips us over so I’m on top.

I don’t even know how to process that change of position.

It stills me for a moment. And I sit on his hips, straddling him. The heaviness of my breasts eased by the grip of his hands. His cock still inside me as my hips begin to move a little. My hands pressing on his hard, muscular chest.

And the urge to lift my blindfold and look at him is almost overwhelming. My hand actually flies up to my face—

But his hand is there to catch it. Like it was meant to be there all along. And he says, “Shhh,” and lowers it back to his chest.

So I give in. And go with it. And let him lead from below.

His hips begin thrusting upward, taking me for a ride as his cock slips in and out of me as I rise and fall with the motion of us. Then his hand is gripping my ass again, and for a second, I think he’s gonna flip me over again, and even though it never happens, I mourn the imaginary loss of my top position. Until his finger slips into my asshole and—

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It feels so good. Like, too good to be happening.

He pushes against the tight muscles that prevent his entry, making me gasp, making me whine with pain. But then a second later his finger is inside my ass, and his cock is inside my pussy, and I feel him from both sides.

I come.

I can’t help it. I just let go, and there’s a wailing, pleasure-filled scream coming from my mouth as he fucks me harder from underneath. I coat his cock with my slick release, making it easier to thrust himself up inside me.

I respond in a way I didn’t think possible. Didn’t think I knew how. But I fuck him back with abandon. Because there are so many more things I want to do with him tonight. I want to suck his cock. I want it so far down my throat, I choke on it. I want to lick his balls, and grab him with my fist, and pump him up and down. I want to sit on his face and rub my pussy all over his chin. I want his hands around my throat, holding me from behind, forcing me to be still. To be owned. To be his as he takes whatever he wants.

“I want all of it.”

He laughs, still pounding me. It’s a small, gruff, deep-throated laugh that sends a chill of pleasure through my body as my pussy slides up and down his shaft. He wraps his strong arms around me, pulls me down into his chest, and holds me there. Tightly. For just a moment.

And then he throws me off, scrambles around, and holds my face in the tight grip of his thumb and forefinger until I open for him and taste his hot, salty come shooting across my tongue.

He groans and I want to come again just from the sound of him.

Dear God, he makes me feel like an animal.

He collapses off to the side, breathing hard, but smiling. I can just tell he’s smiling so I smile too.

“I want to see you,” I say.

He says nothing. Just leans over, kisses me, not even caring that his come is all over my face, and whispers, “That would ruin everything.”