Jordan

I wasn’t really sure when I woke up, to be honest.

Was I dreaming that Jordan was loving me? Was I dreaming that he was exploring my body? Was I hoping that he would quietly find a way to get all the way inside me, and take over my soul?

Damn. None of that sounds like me. At all.

I had to be dreaming.

What was this guy doing to me? Had he already done it?

I even halfway wondered whether he might be some kind of demon.

But how could a demon make me feel so wonderful, so peaceful, and at the same time so anxious to prove that I really was worthy of him, somehow?

Somehow this fucker made me cockier than ever and more insecure than ever.

Was that ok?

I dreamed that he kissed my armpit. I opened it further. Kiss it. Bite it. Shit. How was this guy making me feel alive in ways I had never dreamed before?

Maybe I drifted back to sleep?

Him coming to me that morning floated back into my mind. Wow. He actually came to me. Willingly. Even after a crazy week of the most intense sex I had ever had. Even if all it seemed to do was make me want more and more. And more.

I knew as he approached my truck that morning that I had to have him. All of him. His body. His mind. His soul. Fuck. It halfway drove me crazy trying to figure out how to get closer to him. If I had known how to merge into him, I would have.

And then I thought I felt his lips on my left nipple.

I wished I were somehow even more naked around him. I loved the feeling of his tongue on me. I loved the touch of his hands. Even as he worked his way down to my cock.

Damn. My cock still seemed even more in love with him than I knew how to be.

Shit. This wasn’t a dream at all.

I could feel his tender lips on my cockhead. Damn. Where did this fucker learn how to kiss like that? Somehow he seemed to get my entire cock and balls in his mouth. They wanted to stay there forever.

I felt his tongue on my balls. I closed my eyes, wishing he would even give me a hickey there. How sweet would that be to have the mark of his mouth, right at the base of my cock?

Even that thought made me harder.

Fuck. I had bit him so hard, in so many places, this week. And more than feeling guilty, I found myself wondering why I had waited so long. Why I hadn’t bitten even more? Even harder.

The dude was going to turn me into a vampire.

Oh my god. As I felt his tongue wander down to my ass.

Did he kiss it? Fuck. That had to be his tongue going in. Who would have ever dreamed he would have had such a damned long tongue? How had I not noticed that. Or heard about it, somehow. Or that he’d have even the slightest idea of how to use it.

Shit. He was taking over. Was that a bite? Fuck. A bite is not supposed to feel that good.

I tried to pretend I was asleep. The dude was going after my ass. Big time. And I couldn’t stop from trying to think what I could do so he could get at it even more easily.

Fuck. No one would believe how slutty I was feeling.

I felt his hands push my ass cheeks further apart. I almost helplessly spread my legs even further apart. Damn. He once again had a spell on me.

My ass was clearly on his side. It wanted him. His lips, his tongue, his spit.

Fuck. I can’t really be thinking this…

I swear I bit my tongue to stop me from asking him to fuck me. Damn. Fuck me? Actually put his cock, inside my ass?

Shit. His spell was on my hand, as it drifted down to make sure his mouth kept exploring my ass. I was trying to stop my heart from beating like it was. That was what he did. Not me. I gloated at how much control I seemed to have over him. Would he gloat like I did?

And then that fucking tongue went even deeper in my ass.

Nothing had ever been in my ass. Nothing.

Fuck. And my mind kept reminding me of how happy Jordan was when my cock got all the way in him. All the way up to my balls. All I could think of was how happy he looked as I bred him. Shit. I hit bottom, and I knew he was mine. The first time. The second time. Even yesterday evening when I swore I had become an animal.

I surrendered. And the second I thought it was ok suddenly my heart, my mind and my body seemed at peace.

This man I loved. Damn. I had to help him fuck me. I needed his cum. Inside me. I was sure he had never done anything like that. To me, it had seemed like a game. A great way to just get off. Until this week.

I knew I would never really get all of him unless I really gave him all of me.

Fuck. His cockhead was in me.

How the hell did this dude know how to fuck so gently? So passionately?

He slowly came back up to me, as he slowly drove in, and as I slowly showed him I was awake.

He was cumming. In me. Wow. His sperm. His babies. Inside me. I’m sure I had some crazy smile on my face as he came up to kiss me. I never felt either so vulnerable, or so strong. I had no idea it was even possible for a man to feel like this.

Just a few days. From Eddie in control of everything. To Eddie the cocksucker. And now Eddie the one taking a cock up his ass?

Why was that making me feel so damn happy?

I held him so close. How could our relationship have moved so far along in such an incredibly short time? Had I always loved him? Was that why I reached out to him, after all those months of thinking about him? And of course why had it taken so so damned long?

Was he made for me? Was I made for him?

Beyond that my thoughts just seemed stupid. From superglue, to being his girl. No. No. Really?

Fuck. I thought of all the times I had felt him tremble in my arms. I wanted to say that was what was happening now.

But it wasn’t.

I was the one trembling. Fuck. And I wasn’t even embarrassed. I was fucking proud. Proud of what he was doing to me. I was so glad he just quietly held me. As tears welled up in my eyes.

No way in hell was he going to see them. Some things would have to wait.

How was it that this one guy was making me want to be worthy of him?

I had never felt such a need to be more. In my whole life. Sexually, athletically, physically, even fucking academically. Nothing had ever motivated me like he did.

Just by touching me?

And I wasn’t even sure he was trying yet.

I held him so close. My heart was praying that he would love me.

I hugged him even tighter, as my lips touched his.

The fucker was so emotional he was crying, even as he conquered me. Damn how I loved those deep blue eyes.

I grabbed his ass and brought him in as deep as I could.

I thought it was supposed to hurt the first time a dude got fucked.

Why was this feeling so good?

My chest was still rising and falling, as I drifted off, praying for our future. And at the same time wishing that he really were the devil, and that he would just take my soul.

As long as he’d never give it back.

His chest was rising and falling. Perfectly in sync with mine.