bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

Good. I can take good feelings over petrified or in pain.

[With that as a go ahead, she slowly started to press the toy in, making sure the slick over it was easing her way into him.]

[Her dirty little Catholic boy might sound like he liked getting it in the ass, but that didn't stop his face from contorting into something that was nearly impossible to tell whether he was hurting or enjoying it. Possibly a bit of both. Which was possibly the way he enjoyed most things in life: a feel-good burn with a bit of a sting on the edge. Furrowed brows relaxed and crawled further up his forehead as he breathed out a breathless sigh. He was slowly coming down from his bursting-at-the-seams high, but one right move from her might nudge him right back onto the precipice.]

[One move? What about... the twist of her other hand coming up to turn the vibration on. Low.]

Oh fuck [he cried out, loud enough for his hoarse, ragged voice to carry throughout his apartment. His head and torso lurched up off the mattress and he strained helplessly on his elbows before he cried out again and his head snapped to the side, one of his fists curling into his messy hair as his lower body squirmed before her. His back was arched half off the sheets at an angle, his spine drawing a curved line from the tailbone wedged between her legs to the pillow. She held his body hostage as his cock twitched and leaked a bit at the head.] Wait. Wait. I can’t- [The panic was just starting to set in which had his muscles tightening around that low hum and the sensations intensified, drawing another tortured moan from his dry lips.]

Oh, I think you can...

[Even so, she turned the vibration off, keeping her hand still and not moving the vibrator as it stayed half inserted inside him. He made quite the sight, all sweaty and strained and lying there like she was destroying him with the flick of her wrist. It was a heady sensation.]

[She gave him a brief respite from the madness, during which he struggled to catch his breath. His chest heaved with exertion and his stomach dipped as his muscles tightened around the vibrator. The little voice that had been repeating 'bad idea' over and over again in his head had run away with its tail between its legs, leaving only a messy heap of temptations and sins behind.] Is this what you do to yourself when you're alone? [Because honestly, he would be a complete wreck if they did this all the time.]

Mm, not generally this slow. This is usually for some kind of quick and dirty release, just to get to sleep.

[She moved to press it in a little further, not turning it back in, but not letting him get too used to it being still.]

So you’re doing this to me on purpose. [He’d pretend to be more upset about it and tell her how cruel she was being if she didn’t have him right where she wanted him and kept distracting him. She’d never let him live down the writhing and moaning horny slut impression he was leaving on her, a soft whimper escaping between his lips as he brushed the back of his fingers along the side of his cock.]

Can you blame me?

[She slid the vibrator in another inch, drawing it back out, then turning it on as she started to slide it back in again. What could she say? He was entertaining to watch.]

[Every time she didn't want an answer from him she could just do that. It set his whole body alight with a strange sort of cold fire, a chill that had him shuddering and gasping for air. He curled his fingers around his erection and hissed as the callouses of his palm travelled up and down along the shaft, licking his lips as he edged close to making a hot mess all over his hand.]

[Turning the vibrator off, she hissed at him, reaching up to swat at his wrist.]

No. We're doing this solely with the toy. No hands. Grab your pillow.

[Cue a pout and a long, slow sigh of half-relief, half-frustration. Fine. He could keep his hands occupied. Pinning one arm under his head had him absentmindedly stroking where his hairline ended on the back of his neck. He tilted his head and licked his lips, biting back a grin.] You're lucky you're cute when you're bossy.

You like being bossed around. It's all part of your Catholic flagellation.

[She didn't give him much reprieve then, turning the vibrator back on and starting to quickly but shallowly fuck him with it.]

[He swallowed any witty retort he might have had with a grimace and a breathless sigh. Silken sheets got caught by his fingertips as he grabbed a handful of bed linen under his other hand. It was not a kind of sensation he could ever 'get used to', but it didn't take over his body completely like it had before. It's like something he's trying to figure out, with the way he gritted his teeth and how the tension came and went between his eyebrows.]

There you go. Just like that. Tell me how it feels, Devil boy.

[She tipped the vibrator so that the tip would brush over his prostate when she slid it into him, dragging it over him and teasing him, watching his cock throb and leak as his arousal was stoked higher.]

[Not like slugs, that's for sure. He breathed out a shaky sigh as his hips rolled in her lap, grinding against- nothing. The hand in his hair slipped out to grab the pillow. He wasn't sure what to tell her. It felt like hot and tight and it felt a lot bigger than it really was, sending shivers up the arch in his lower back and making his sensitive nerve endings sing. His right leg moved involuntarily, threatening to knee her in her side.] That space between intense and painful. Like how you felt last night. [There's no malice in his words - just a cheeky grin on his face.]

That wasn't so bad.

[Her free hand came up to hold his cock, angling it up and away from his body so she could lean down and lick away the drip of precome threatening to spill over the side.]

And that?

Th- [She cut him off with a soft 'ah', a hiss and something that sounded like a choked sob as she teased him with the ghost of the feel of her tongue.] Yes...

Yes what?

[She was going to make it even more difficult for him to talk, because she was going to suck at the head of him, turning the vibrator a little higher as she drew back and blew over the wet head of his cock.]

[Yes to this. All of this. Whatever was happening. He was dangling on the edge by a thread and he didn't have any more words he was capable of giving. His poor pillow was getting the brunt of his abuse as she teased him to the point where his breaths were as strained as the taut muscles in his forearms and his white knuckles. He didn't have the self-restraint not to move when her mouth was on him and even though it wasn't anymore, he was groaning like she was going to get him off just with his ass clenching hot and tight around her toy.]

I'm sorry, I didn't hear that. What was it? Yes to what, Matthew.

[She flicked her tongue over him, blowing against the wet skin again as she turned the vibrator up another notch, then started to slide it inside him with a little more speed. Her fingers started to brush against his ass cheeks, and she realized she was pressing it all the way inside him. Well, good job, Matt.]

[She had him moaning noisily as his groin moved like it was trying to fuck her vibrator back. If 'nnn's and 'ah's were words there were plenty of those tumbling from his lips. His legs were struggling to find any grip in the silk as he tried to change the angle to get her back to ramming his prostate into orgasm.] I'm gonna come. [He lifted his head weakly for two seconds and the heel of his palm slid helplessly down the smooth sheet before his hair splayed messily over the pillow again.] Jessinnngh- Jessss... please. Please. [He was so close and desperate for release she had him begging without even asking for it.]

[That flush over her cheeks deepened, Jessica biting her lip as she watched him squirm. She could have kept teasing him, could have drawn it out until he did something about it, until he did more than just react to her, but she was trying to prove a point. That this could be fun. That this could be added to what they usually did, along with a few other things.

She felt she'd made that point.]

Should I let you make a mess, or should I swallow it down...?

[If she had made him suffer until he was screaming he might have been tempted to kick her off of the bed and finish himself off shamelessly. Fortunately she probably couldn't leave him hanging that long even if she tried. He was already halfway gone and fraying at the edges, teetering unsteadily on the precipice just before everything in his body coiled and tightened in anticipation of the waves that would rip right through him.]

I don't think you're going to last much longer, Matt. Mouth or no?

[She didn't mind either way. She'd have a bonus no matter what answer he picked, and right now, she was just enjoying watching that look on his face, seeing his body straining as she held his thigh down against hers, keeping him in place as she continued to fuck him.]

Psh. It takes two to tango, Devilboy.

Is that what we're calling this? Ass tango?

Polka ass

Wow

=D

Heading off soon. Long day. Touched Nathan Fillion's ass and walked into John Barrowman by accident.

Sounds fun =)

My glasses were tinted too dark and I could hardly see anything XD

BLIND AUSSIE

Kiwi* BUT CLOSE ENOUGH. I'd show you pics but then you'd think I'm not Hugh Jackman...

Not Hugh Jackman? (gasp) Say it ain't so!

I'm sorry :( I can give you shirtless Hugh pics or something instead? He's way cuter than me.

I'm forever disillusioned. My life is a lie. There is no hope. All is lost.

I just googled shirtless Hugh Jackman and got lost for 20 minutes. Thanks -_-

You're welcome. ♥~

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