Popping the P

I call him Trouble; he calls me his little demon. Somehow, between the depths of our hunger for each other and our shared devotion to what we hold together, we became something neither of us has figured out how to name. But lately he’s been feeling distant, and a knot has settled deep in my gut. I know I can talk to him about anything, but it takes more than words sometimes to really communicate. I think this is one of those times.

I need to set the pace first. Then inspire him to share with me so corrections can be made and orgasms can be had…

I adore the feeling of his stubble grazing my skin as I slowly trail my lips along his jawline. A man with a beard, my undoing. By pure instinct, my hands comb into his hair at his nape, lightly pulling and scratching at his scalp. It’s one of the things I know from experience that makes him melt. When I see his eyes close and his head relax into my touch, I lift one leg and shift my hips until I’m straddling him on the couch. A moan breathes out of my chest when I feel him pressed against my slit as I sit down on him. His hands splay open against my skin, sliding around my hips as he subtly grinds up into me.

“Someone’s feeling a bit needy, I see,” he purrs, the vibrations of his words doing filthy things to my mind.

His chest rumbles with a teasing laugh. I love when he laughs, because it means he’s smiling, and he has such a beautiful smile. I can feel my robe loosening the more I rub myself against him; soon he’s going to find out just how eager and ready I am under this shield of satin that disguises my nudity. Every single thing in this moment—everything about him—pulls me in. His warmth, the way his hands whisper ownership against my flesh, even the way his laughter sends his chest trembling against my eager nipples.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My words are muffled by the kisses I press to his neck, my tone playful and sweet, teasing him as I continue.

“Mmhmm, sure,” he draws out.” So, if I were to feel your panties,” his hands grip my ass and pull me closer, the hardness unmistakable as his fingers inch up my skirt, “they won’t be wet?” he teases.

“Nope!” Popping the P. I’m completely lying through my teeth, but what is a good bluff without a little confidence?

He blows out a breath, sighing as he wraps a hand around my neck. He pushes his face into mine, leaning me back as he follows so that while we’re still intimately close, he has all the control. I think he’s about to take my lips with his, but instead he pivots, easing me down onto my back and following my motion until he’s poised above me like a plank.↻ His weight pins me where I lie.

“Seems my little demon wants trouble.”

“Well then, Trouble, maybe you should decide if you want me back.”

His eyes narrow. I know that look; I’ve inspired it many times. He’s deciding what to do with me. Without another word, he reaches down between us, his fingers slipping inside my slit. I gasp at the suddenness of it, then moan at the intensity in his eyes as he holds my gaze. Control, power… they look so sexy on him.

The moment his fingers slide directly to the spot I love to be touched most, I bite my lip, my eyes closing and my head falling back a little. A whimper slips out when his hand—the one still around my neck—tightens, speaking the word Mine without making a sound. A shudder moves through me so strongly I think I might cum.

“Well, well, well! What’s this, huh?” He slowly drags his fingers out and lifts them up between us. He watches my face as he waits for my response, his fingers coated in my juices.

“That’s not mine!” I lift one brow and say, a little breathless, sinking my teeth into my lip so the sting can pull me back under control.

“Not yours, huh?” Looking pointedly at his own fingers, “So then…” he rubs his fingers together to show how I’ve leaked so much it glistens in the light. “Whose pussy juice is this? Huh, little demon?”

I love the way he says that, ‘little demon’, the lilt of his Scottish accent mixing with the low growl of his rough voice. His eyes flip down to watch my lips as I open them to answer.

“Yours. After all…” I reach between us and pull the rest of my loosened robe slack so he sees my everything, “that’s your pussy,” a lascivious smile stretches across my lips, and dragging my hands up my body, I slowly caress my breasts, “just like these are your tits.” His eyes watch my hands, glued to every touch I give myself, “because I am yours, only yours!” With one hand still caressing my breast, I reach up and pull him down to kiss my nipple. Moaning as the tip of his tongue flicks at my beaded bud.

“Mmmm, now that is the best thing you’ve said all day,” he growls. His hand takes over caressing my softness, as he leans up to me and savagely takes my mouth in a passionate kiss that fills my whole body with electricity. I reach for his waistband as our tongues tangle, intending to slip inside to pet him when he moves away and pulls me with him back into the cuddled position we were just in. Blinking, I take a breath before saying anything. He just stopped. Less than a second ago I nearly had his cock in hand; now I’m the little spoon to a canoodling session. I love cuddles, don’t get me wrong, but I also love sex.

“Ahem, uh… don’t you want to feel my mouth on your cock? Cus I do!” I say, my brow furrowing.

“Of course I do,” he rubs his length against the crack of my ass, letting me know he’s still hard as steel, “but first… I’d like to know why there are so many delicious photos of you online for total strangers to see, but not for me?”

I freeze, my heart pounding into my throat. There’s a giggle bubbling up inside of me, coated in an arousal so thick it shocks me when I realize I’m turned on that he found my account. Even more so that he has seen how other men enjoy my body visually. What is that about? What the fuck is wrong with me?

“How did you…” I go to ask, but he already knows what I’m asking.

“If we’re wanting to develop this dynamic more, I should be the Dom you deserve. So today, I joined FetLife and explored some articles. It recommended you to me since we’re in the same town, and so I thought we could connect and have a little fun.”

“Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” He loosens his arms around me and leans back slightly to look into my eyes better, “Are you mad that I found out?”

“What? No! Absolutely not! I want you to see it; I want to be fully open with you.”

“I feel the same way,” he smiles and kisses my forehead, “I’m just a little curious why I’ve never seen these pics before. We could have a lot of fun with that, if you’re comfortable letting me be a part of that, of course.”

“What kind of fun?” Still too turned on, I begin kissing his chest, licking his nipples, and tickling his stomach with my nails.

“Mmm, come here.” He maneuvers me into straddling him again, “take my cock out and make it slick with your spit.”

I pull the band of his sweatpants down, and do as he says, taking him all the way to the back of my mouth and drenching him in my saliva, my head bobbing up and down fervently. His fingers tangle in my hair and pull it back, yet I’m too consumed by the sensation of him against my lips to lift my lids or pull away—I devour him.

“Fuck, I love watching you do that.”

I sense through his hips, him moving, yet I can’t tell what he’s up to until curiosity gets the better of me. Finally, I lift my eyelids and look up at him, his cock still lying in my mouth as I do. His phone is poised right where I expect to see his face and a rush of heat fills me. It’s not the kind that makes my cheeks red, but the kind that acts as kindling for the fire he stokes to life in me. Feeling so turned on I could start a forest fire in our bed, I stare into the camera lens, moaning around him, lingering there with him nudging the opening of my throat.

“That’s it, suck the orgasm out of me, little demon. Let that inner succubus out and show me how much you want my dick.”

I draw him out until only the very tip rests between my lips, still sucking all the while. I adore his flavor, the sensation of him, and the fact that it’s his cock I’m privileged to suck. Every part of me aches to give him pleasure beyond anything he’s ever known. My tongue’s tip teases that tiny slit at the top, then wanders the ridges circling his head, and follows the veins down his shaft like a map guiding me toward his eruption.

Tracing my tongue the whole way down, I pause to savor his balls. I draw one into my mouth at a time, then return to the tip and take him in entirely. The tension winds everything tighter until he’s so rigid I almost fear for him, but at last it arrives. When he erupts, I keep his cock against my lips and let him paint my face with his seed. I don’t always swallow—sometimes a good girl deserves to be showered too.

“Tsk. tsk. tsk. I said get me slick, still struggling to control that pesky cock addiction, I see.”

I smile shyly, knowing I never want to lose that addiction.

“I think someone needs a bit of spanking, before I thoroughly own that hole of yours.”

He pulls me up, moving us to the bedroom and as we do I glance back at our clothes, my robe and his sweats, now on the floor. His pants are drenched in me. A thought tingles my mind and I smile,

Dude, what happened to your pants? They’re so wet.

My girlfriend rubbed her slick all over me.

Maybe I should mark up his neck too. Give him some evidence to work with.

Oh, this is going to be dangerous.