#SSceneC2017 : Brighton Walsh vs SA McAuley @writeasrain_ @AuthorSAMcAuley

I lift up, hovering over her again. “Get your purple toy, Paige.” I lower myself and nip at her bottom lip. “I want to watch you fuck yourself with it.”

She stares at me for a minute, her eyes flitting between mine, her lips parted. A flush works its way up her neck to her cheeks, and I don’t have to be a mind reader to know she’s thinking about me watching her use it. And she likes it. “Oh God, I’ll come before I even turn it on.”

“Good.” I push off the bed and stand off to the side. “And then you’ll come again when it’s inside you. And then you’ll come again when I pull it out and put my cock in there instead. You wanted sex tonight? You’re gonna get it. Now grab the toy.”

For a moment, she doesn’t move, and I almost think she’s going to deny me, but then she scrambles over to her side table and pulls out the battery-operated cock she thought was a good substitute for me. We might only be together for the short time I’m here, but I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure everything she uses after I’m gone will pale in comparison to the real deal.

When she’s got it, she lies back on the bed, her head on the pillows and her legs bent and spread, feet propped on the mattress. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispers, tentatively running the head of the vibrator through her slit, looking more vulnerable than I’ve seen her.

I grip my cock hard, because the thought that we’re doing something she’s never done before makes me want to come like I’m buried deep inside her. Makes me want to shoot all over her stomach and breasts, mark her even more. My voice is gruff when I say, “Good, me neither.”

That seems to relax her, and she spreads herself open with one hand, all that perfect pinkness peeking out at me, and guides the vibrator over her clit, then lower, before repeating it all over again.

“You’ve got the prettiest pussy, you know that? All pink and swollen and fucking delicious. I’d have you for every meal if I could.”

Moaning, she bites her lip, shuddering as she watches me while tormenting herself with the head of the vibe. And that’s exactly what she’s doing—tormenting. I can see it in her eyes. In the way her body shakes as she barely touches herself.

I grip my cock hard, fisting it in a punishing hold, just enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to push me over. “You gonna turn it on?”

She shakes her head, her eyes fluttering closed before she opens them and drops her gaze to the fist I’ve got wrapped around my dick. “Not yet.”

Watching her get herself off is better than watching porn. Jesus. Seeing her tease her clit, how she brings herself almost to the point of coming, her entire body taut, then pulls back, removing the vibrator from her pussy completely until she’s relaxed once again. And then she does it all over again.

Finally—finally—she slips the vibrator inside her, and I watch with rapt attention as the curved, purple head disappears into her pussy, her lips spreading wide around it. Paige moans and closes her eyes, pressing a couple buttons, and then a whirring starts up and her entire body jolts.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes as she pumps it in and out.

“That’s not as thick as I am, is it? Not as long either. Does that satisfy you anymore?”

“No. Not since I’ve had you.” That’s the most honest she’s ever been, revealing something she’d probably have kept to herself if she wasn’t already half lost to pleasure.

“You wish that was me inside you instead, Paige?”

She whimpers out a breathy, “Yes,” and I have to force myself to stand there. To not give her what we both want and let her get herself off this way first. I grip my shaft, pumping slowly as I watch her. I want nothing more than to match the fast pace she’s set on herself, but if I do, I’ll come in about three-point-seven seconds, and I’m not coming again until I’m buried deep inside her.

Paige continues to fuck herself hard, one of her hands going up to trace her nipple before she tugs it between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes are closed, her near constant moans telling me she’s close. And, Jesus, I need her to be. I want to be inside her right fucking now. Want to show her how much better it is with me than it is any other way she can get it.

She opens her eyes and stares right at me, cock in hand, watching her get herself off, and then she does. She keeps her eyes connected with mine as she moans, body arching off the mattress, and I can’t wait another second.

I fumble with a condom and roll it down my shaft as I climb on the bed. Kneeling between her spread legs, I brush her hand away before pulling the vibrator out of her. She’s still shuddering from her orgasm as I hook her legs over my elbows, opening her wide for me, and drive home. Paige moans deep, reaching up to grip my face and bring our mouths together. She slips her tongue between my lips, sliding it against my own, as she lifts her ass off the bed to meet my unforgiving thrusts.

Pulling back to breathe, she slides her hands down my neck and over my shoulders. “God, Adam, shit…”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I sit back on my knees and grip the backs of her thighs, holding her down while I pound into her harder. “My cock. Not just to come, but to come from my cock.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, her head restless on the pillow, eyelids fluttering closed as she clenches at the sheets, at my thighs, at anything she can to get purchase.

“Keep your eyes open, Paige. Watch me fuck you. See who’s about to make you come.”

She does as I say, her eyelids fluttering open.

“Who do you want to fuck you? Tell me.”

“You, Adam. God, it’s you…”

I thrust into her faster and faster, circling her clit until she’s coming around me, pulling my orgasm from me and taking me with her. Her answer makes me crazy…wild…even if I know the honesty behind it is only temporary. As soon as the afterglow wears off, her walls will be back up again, keeping herself safe from anything more that could happen between us.

The only way this is safe for Paige is the one way it’s not safe for me. Even still, I’m in. In this with her, for as long as I can get her. For as long as she’ll let me be.

Isaac lingered, taking his time with Poe—touching, licking, tasting. Teasing. Poe curled his fingers into Isaac’s hair and gently pulled, silently begging for Isaac’s lips to envelop him completely. Isaac laughed, low and throaty, and licked at the base of Poe’s cock, then swirled his tongue up and around the head. Poe arched into the touch without thought, pushing himself deeper into Isaac’s mouth.

This feeling wasn’t new—getting lost in the hot, wet heat of another man’s mouth—but somehow it was more. So much more since it was Isaac pulling those needy moans from his throat, Isaac wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and spurring him forward, careening him toward that edge with abandon. Isaac stilled Poe with a hand to Poe’s hip, fingers digging into Poe’s skin, teeth catching on the head of his cock, alighting every nerve in Poe’s body until all he could think about was Isaac.

Poe was already oversensitive, his hole stretched from Isaac driving inside him only moments ago. But he didn’t want Isaac to stop or ease up on him. He needed to be taken by Isaac over and over again until every memory of every other man was wiped away into a long-forgotten haze, more dream than reality. He stifled a cry as Isaac took him deep and swallowed around his shaft, Isaac’s throat vibrating with moans of pleasure.

Isaac slipped a lubed finger into Poe’s ass and pumped it slowly in time with the movement of his lips and tongue. Poe surrendered to the moment, to the languid swipes of Isaac’s tongue on his cock. Isaac was torturing him. Knowing that the slowness with which he fucked Poe’s ass and tentatively bobbed his head along Poe’s length would drive him mad.

Isaac sucked Poe in deep, hard, and found that spot inside him that blackened his vision and stole his breath, catapulting him to the edge, then Isaac withdrew completely, leaving Poe a writhing mess on the rumpled sheets.

“Fuck, Isaac. I need more. Please. More,” Poe begged, his grasp on Isaac’s head pulling his lover back to his aching cock.

More. He needed so much more. More heat, more friction. More of Isaac’s touch. More reassurance. It was only in these moments—so intimate, so overwhelming—that Poe could believe Isaac’s return to him was real.

Isaac swallowed him down to the hilt and Poe arched off the bed, unable to hold back the oaths of worship that fell from his lips. Isaac was everywhere around and in him all at once—his scent, his skin, his breath—and Poe was wholly alive. Free and yet owned completely. Loved.

He was consumed by Isaac’s touch. A willing slave to Isaac’s command. Isaac sped his pace, added another finger, sinking them deep into Poe’s ass until Poe could no longer restrain the bucking of his hips. He was so close, a scorching fire racing through his veins, a burn that only Isaac could stoke to uncontrollable heights. He was breaking apart, deconstructed with Isaac’s hands, with his mouth. With Isaac’s reverence of his body. There was no way to fight the assault and he didn’t want to. He craved this loss of control and trusted Isaac to shatter him then bring him back from the brink. He knew Isaac would have the power to pick up those pieces and resurrect him into something stronger.

Poe chased the contrasting sensations of Isaac’s fingers and tongue, Isaac’s hand on his hip branding him with pain and possession. He was Isaac’s. His. How could he have ever doubted that?

Poe cried out Isaac’s name and let himself go, spilling into Isaac’s mouth, his hands gripped firmly in Isaac’s hair, his body wracked with the intensity of the release. Isaac didn’t pull away until Poe was still again, his body sated and mind wiped clean of everything except the man entwining his fingers with Poe’s as Isaac slumped onto the bed next to him.