That Emo Fangirl

Standing from your chair, you began to clean up your workstation, cleaning the equipment and tossing the leftover ink and used needles when a pair of lean, muscular arms wrapped around your waist from behind. Ready to punch whichever creep was getting handsy with you, you whipped your head around, letting out a breath when you saw it was just Drexyl.

He looked amused at your reaction and started to laugh. “Damn baby, what’d you give me the dick-eye for?”

“Jesus, you scared me,” you replied. “I thought you were some creep being weird.”

One of his arms moved to wrap around the front of your shoulders, pulling you back against him. “I just wanted to come say hi,” he purred into your ear.

“You came all the way downtown just to say hi?” you asked with a smirk.

“I was down the street.”

“You wanna get some ink?” you offered. “Your birthday’s coming up, I could treat you if you want.”

“Nah, I’m too sensitive,” he teased, making you chuckle to yourself.

“Well, what do you want for your birthday, then?”

“I just want birthday sex.”

“You’ll get that anyway,” you answered. “So that’s it? Just birthday sex. What am I supposed to tell Alex when she asks what you want?”

“Tell her she doesn’t have to get me anything. As for you…” He brought his mouth to your ear and whispered, “I wanna use some whipped cream on you.”

“That’s it?”

“I’m a simple guy,” he said. “But I expect it to be an all night event, you feel me?”

“That much whipped cream will give you a stomach ache,” you warned playfully.

“I don’t need the whipped cream all night, I just want you to be my birthday cake and my present.”

Smiling to yourself, you nodded. “I can make that happen.”

“Dope. Tell Alex she can watch if she wants,” he teased.

“She’s going to Wisconsin Dells for the weekend with her new guy,” you replied. “Do you wanna put the whipped cream on me yourself or should I be waiting for you in it?”

“Surprise me,” he answered.

“Y/N,” your coworker called out from behind you. “Your three o’clock is here.”

“Okay, send her back!” you replied, before turning back to Drexyl. “I gotta work now, so go away.”

He chuckled. “Damn, baby, you cold.”

“I’ll see you later?” you asked as your next client came up and sat in the chair by your station, her eyes looking up and down at Drexyl.

“Yeah, I’ll come over around seven.”

“Okay,” you answered, kissing his lips before you turned to the woman in your chair. “Ready to get inked?”

By the time the weekend rolled around, you had already purchased a gift for Drexyl, even though he had insisted that all he wanted was to spend the night with you and some whipped. Still, you wanted to make his birthday special, so you’d gone to the sex shop and picked up a few items that you thought he would have fun with. Then you went to the grocery store and bought two cans of whipped cream and some birthday candles.

When you got home, you put the whipped cream in the fridge while you went to have a shower. You still had a couple of hours before Drexyl would arrive, which gave you plenty of time to get ready and set everything up. The trickiest task was putting the door jam sling on, as you weren’t the tallest person in the world and you and Alex had always eaten on the couch, using the coffee table as your dinner table, so you had no chairs. Luckily, that was nothing a couple of well-placed boxes couldn’t fix, even if they weren’t the most sturdy. Still, you managed to get the sling in place behind the bedroom door, now it was just a matter of how long you would have to be hanging there before Drexyl found you.

On the apple box next to your mattress on the floor, you placed his present; a lighter, two joints, a blue rubber cock ring and three low temperature Japanese Drip Candles. After putting all your notes to him in place, you changed into black pasties to cover your nipples in the shape of an x, and put on a pair of black panties with ties on each side for easy removal. Satisfied with your set up, you got yourself into the sling and put your legs into the straps until the vinyl was under your knees, holding them up and open.

“And now, we wait,” you mumbled to yourself, glancing at the clock. Hopefully it would only be a few minutes before he arrived.

Drexyl knocked on the front door about five minutes later, only noticing the envelope with his name on it after a few seconds. Opening it, he pulled out the note inside.

Drex,

Come find me. The whipped cream is in the fridge.

— Not Sugar

Snorting to himself, he went inside, closing and locking the door behind him. His first stop was the kitchen, where he found another note taped to the fridge.

Use the bathroom door to get into my room. Don’t forget your candles, they’re on the counter.

He quickly grabbed the two cans of whipped cream out of the fridge and swiped up the birthday candles on the counter, leaving the two notes behind. As he walked down the hall and approached your bedroom door, he noticed a third note, this one was written in all caps.

BITCH, YOU BETTER NOT OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!

He chuckled under his breath, going up to it to tap on it with his finger.

Your muffled voice came from the other side. “Do not open this fucking door!”

“You ready for me in there?” he asked.

“I’ve been ready for the last five minutes.”

His smile widened, and he moved to the door that sat between your room and Alex’s and went into the jack and jill bathroom. Glancing at himself in the mirror briefly, he opened the door to the left of the vanity, which led to your room.

When he first opened the door and didn’t see you, he furrowed his brows. It wasn’t until he shut the bathroom that he realized you were hanging in a sling on the back of your door, and god damn, what were you wearing?!

“Happy birthday,” you said with a sultry smirk.

“God damn, baby, how’d you get up there, huh?” he asked, carelessly tossing the cans of whipped cream onto the bed, one at a time. He did the same with the candles before coming to stand between your parted legs, his hands grazing over your knees as he took in the panties and pasties.

“Very carefully,” you answered, trying not to smile.

He snorted, closing the space between you to capture your lips in a deep kiss while his hands slid up to your hips. He gently tugged on the ties of your panties, but not quite enough to loosen them before he was moving on to grasp your perky breasts.

“You called me a bitch on my birthday,” he said, his thumbs grazing over your concealed nipples. “That’s fucked up.”

“I’m sorry. I knew it would get your attention though.”

Snorting softly, he kissed you again and lowered his hands to your waist as his lips moved to your neck to nibble on your pulse point. You moaned and tried to arch toward him without slipping out the sling, your hands tightening around the handles on the straps above your head. As his kisses moved lower, your muscles clenched in anticipation as his lips made a path between your breasts.

“I would’a been good with just the whipped cream.”

“Are you complaining?” you asked as he went to grab one of the cans of whipped cream.

A shiver ran over your body as he opened and leisurely shook it, coming back to stand between your knees. Shaking his head, he pointed the can over your mouth, waiting for you to part your lips before he sprayed a bit of cream inside. You hummed as you swallowed the sweet treat. Spraying a line between your breasts, he bent to lick it up with the flat plain of his tongue, prompting goosebumps to form along your skin. You moaned softly, squirming in the sling as he carefully peeled off one of the pasties, spraying some cream onto your pert nipple, forcing it to harden from the sudden cold. The heat of his mouth as it covered your nipple forced another mewl from deep in your belly, and your head fell back against the door with a soft thud. Gently, he bit down on your stiff peak after he’d sucked off all the cream and groaned under his breath.

“I can’t wait to come on these later,” he purred, slowly peeling off the other pastie before he covered your nipple again in cold white cream, which he promptly sucked off.

“I hope you had a big lunch and got some rest,” he purred, untying first one side of your panties, then the other. “Cause I’m gonna pound this pussy out all night. You’re not gonna be able to walk straight by the time I’m done with you.”

Whimpering in excitement, you let out a shaky breath as the panties fell open and cool air hit between your legs.

“Is that a promise?”

He kneeled in front of you and bit the inside of one of your thighs, earning a yelp. “Damn straight.” Without another word, his tongue slid up your folds, stopping just short of your clit as he set the can of whipped cream on the floor, his hands coming to cradle under each of your thighs.

“Fuck, Drex!” you whimpered, your determination to not slide off the sling the only thing keeping you from rocking toward him. You tightened your grip on the straps above your head, chest heaving with every breath as his tongue pushed against your opening.

He thrust into you a few times before dragging his tongue to just beneath your clit, drawing light circles there. A flurry of shivers passed through your body, your bud flexing as if to beckon him toward it. With a deep growl, he inched his tongue up and massaged your clit, closing his lips around it and suckling.

“Oh fuck!” you sighed, shutting your eyes as your toes curled and the muscles deep inside you clenched in need. The wet sounds his mouth was making made the tingles in your sex intensify with each swipe of his hot tongue. Cold air on your clit prompted you to look down at him.

“Your pretty pussy tastes so good, baby,” he mumbled before he passed his flat tongue up the length of your slit again and again, teasing you a while before he went back to sucking your clit. His hands slid behind your ass, pulling you to him as he groaned against your sensitive flesh.

Your orgasm slowly creeped up on you, legs trembling as your muscles fluttered, desperate for something to cling to. Your hips rocked subtly, still aware of the sling you sat on and the very little space you had to move on it. Dizzy from your release, you tried to catch your breath as his soft tongue played with your inner labia, prolonging your pleasure and making goosebumps erupt all over your bare skin. After what seemed like a glorious eternity, he stood up, chin glistening with the evidence of what he’d just done.

You moaned at the sight, craning your neck as far as you could to kiss him. With a smirk, he gave in, pressing himself against you, and it was then that you realized he was still fully clothed.

“You’re overdressed,” you mumbled against his lips, licking into his mouth.

With a smirk, he took a step back and pulled his shirt off, tossing it toward the bathroom before he unbuckled his belt. His eyes drank you in again and again as though he was trying to burn the image in front of him into his brain. It also had the effect of making you feel more like a display than you ever had, even when he’d fingered you in front of your roommate. Like you were merely a party favor, only there for his pleasure. The thought made a fresh wave of tingles surge through your body as his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. He stepped out of them, the tent in his boxer briefs flexing as he came back to stand in front of you.

Reaching between you, he pulled down the front of his boxers, hooking them under his balls. He stroked himself a few times as he inched closer and lined himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself with one stroke until his hips pressed you back against the door. Growling, he captured your lips, his tongue dominating your own as he ground himself against you.

The can of whipped cream on the floor fell with a light clink below you as he held you firmly against the door and kissed you until you became dizzy again. Hands gripping your hips, he began a brutal in and out, hips clapping loudly against your own while he nibbled on your neck.

“Oh my God, Drex,” you whined, earning a grunt from him as he made good on his promise and pounded you into the door. “Fuck, you stretch me so good, Daddy!”

He groaned against your pulsepoint, thrusting even harder and faster, one hand coming up to make a fist in your hair to expose your throat to him.

This was how you loved him best — unabashed, animalistic, and with only one thing on his mind. The door was shaking in its hinges behind you with each powerful thrust that pushed you against it, and for a moment, you worried it would break. The fact that the slings around your legs kept you from wrapping them around him heightened every sensation and reinforced the intoxicating situation — that in that moment you were just a toy to be used at his discretion. Gripping the handles in the slings above your head tighter, you took what he gave you.

He bit into your throat, earning a whine from you just before he licked the sting away, his hips snapping faster into you. Just a few thrusts later, he slammed his hips forward, sheathing himself completely, and you felt the hot spurts of his orgasm inside you as he growled into your ear. The air was thick around you, your grip on the handles slipping from the sweat on your palms. As you fought to catch your breath, sweat rolled down the side of your face and down your neck as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning exhaustedly, your pussy milked him for every drop, still desperate for an orgasm of your own. You whimpered when he pulled out of you, righted his boxer briefs, and bent to pick up the can of whipped cream, covering it before he tossed it on the bed with the other one.

“We should put those back in the fridge for now,” he said as he wiped your face with one hand.

You tried to speak, but found your throat too dry to make a sound. Swallowing, you licked your lips and replied, “There’s an ice bucket in the kitchen cabinet.”

“Ain’t that for champagne?” he asked, still panting to catch his breath as well.

“We can use it for the whipped cream, it’ll work.”

He snorted halfheartedly, looking at the sling that held you in place. “How do I get you down?”

“Help me get my legs out of the slings,” you replied, still slightly out of breath.

You moaned softly when you felt his cum start to drip out of your opening and flexed your inner muscles as he pulled your legs out of their slings one at a time and slowly brought them down. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you off the sling and carefully lowered you until your feet touched the floor. You held onto his shoulders, leaning heavily against him as he bent and picked you up, carrying you to your mattress on the floor.

“You need a bed frame, girl,” he mumbled, laying beside you.

“I like it on the floor,” you answered, tired but still aching for an orgasm. “Are you hungry?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, one hand reaching down to slide two fingers inside you, curling them to find your g spot. “Didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you?”

“Oh fuck!”

Your back instantly arched, muscles squeezing his fingers tight as your release burst through you. It wasn’t as strong of an orgasm as he normally gave you, but the night was young, he had made you a promise — one you knew he would keep. He slowly brought you down, dropping light kisses and nibbles along your rib cage before he pulled his fingers out and brought them to your lips. You didn’t need to be told to take them in and suck them clean, keeping your eyes firmly planted on his. The mixture of his cum and yours was intoxicating, and you almost frowned when the flavor faded from his fingers, whimpering when he pulled them out. He bent down and kissed your lips, his tongue swiping sensually against yours.

“Now what’d you say about food?” he asked, kissing your neck and laying beside you.

“There’s lasagna in the microwave. Should still be hot,” you answered. “Give me a few minutes, and I can go serve you some.”

“You made me lasagna?”

You nodded, earning another kiss on your pulse point. “That’s right, you better be grateful.”

He chuckled against your skin, playfully squeezing your side before he looked up at the apple box you called a nightstand. Gesturing with his chin, he asked, “All that for me, too?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“I should ask you to surprise me more often,” he replied. “So… you get the lasagna, I got the ice bucket?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you answered in an exhale.

You served dinner, while he filled the ice bucket and dug the two cans of whipped cream into the ice cubes. Drexyl suggested the two of you eat in the living room while you watched A Bronx Tale — or at least some of it — before you went back into your bedroom with the ice bucket holding the whipped cream.

“You wanna blow out your candles?” you asked, picking up one of the cans and shaking it.

With a smirk, he took the can from you and gently pushed you onto the bed, kneeling beside you. Picking up the candles, he handed those to you and looked you over to decide where to place his ‘cake’.

“After this, we need a shower, this shit is sticky as hell,” he mused, covering your nipples with large dollops of whipped cream before he moved down to your mound. “Put your legs a little closer together, baby.”

You did and he sprayed a slightly bigger amount on your mound, with just a small dollop resting on your clit. Reaching for the candles you opened, he placed one on each of the places where there was whipped cream, and took the lighter off your apple box. Laying next to you, he asked, “You trust me?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Open your mouth,” he whispered, waiting until you did before he filled it with more whipped cream. “Don’t swallow it, keep your mouth open.”

He placed a final candle on the cream in your mouth and then lit them all.

“Hum the song for me,” he said.

You tried not to smile as you began to hum the birthday song for him, careful not to laugh and spray whipped cream all over his face. When you were finished, he blew out the candle in your mouth and plucked it out, sucking the cream off the end briefly.

“Go ahead, you can eat it,” he said, waiting until you closed your mouth to kiss your lips.

He moved lower on your body and blew each of the three remaining candles, pulling each of them out and sucking them clean before he set them to the side. Focusing on your right breast first, he scooped up the treat with his lips and swallowed, then licked until your nipple was totally clean, sticky and shining with his saliva. Moving on, he did the same to your left nipple, biting down when he’d gotten all the cream off it.

You hummed and bit your bottom lip, smiling down at him as he kissed and nipped a path down to your pussy and began to lick all the whipped cream off your mound. Lastly, he sucked the cream on your clit, moaning against you and pushing your thighs apart with both hands.

“Oh fuck,” you shivered, squirming against him. You gasped when his tongue began to quickly flicker your bud and lifted your hips toward him, picking your head up to watch. You held your breath, let out another moan as your head fell back down and one heel went to his back, pulling him closer.

Groaning against your sex, Drexyl sucked your clit between his lips and slid a finger inside you, then a second and curled them toward him. His free hand moved to your nipple, pinching the sticky bud and rolling it between his fingers.

It didn’t take long after for you to arch your back as another small orgasm washed over you, both your legs curling over his shoulders to keep him in place. You rocked your hips in time with your breaths as his tongue continued to tickle your hard, throbbing bud. Looking down at him again, you found him watching you this time, the corner of his lips curled on one side. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from inside you and sucked them into his mouth, kissing his way back up your body. When he reached your mouth, you whimpered at the head of his cock grazing against your still sensitive clit, reaching to pull him down by his hip.

“Let’s rinse you off and then I’ll fuck you again,” he purred.

“Why not fuck me now, and then we shower?” you asked, trying to catch his cock with your pussy.

“Cause I wanna come on you this time, and I don’t wanna rinse that off,” he replied with a smirk before he stood and held out his hand to help you up. “And this shit is starting to stink a little bit.”

“We should probably put them back in the fridge,” you said as he led you to the bathroom.

“Later,” he said, turning on the water while you put your hair up. He did the same with his locs, pulling you under the shower and soaping up your entire body. “Bout to go Jackson Pollock on yo ass after we’re done in here.”

You laughed softly, reaching behind you to slowly stroke him, keeping him hard and ready for you. Pressing his chest against your back, he ran his hands over you as the water rinsed the soap off before turning you to face him.

“You work tomorrow?”

“No, I only had one client and they had to cancel. Family emergency,” you answered.

“That’s good, cause I wasn’t playin’ earlier. I’ma keep you up all night,” he said, his hands grazing down your ass. “We can sleep tomorrow.”

“How many times do you think you can come?” you asked.

He smirked, that delectable curl of his lips that always made your heart stutter in your chest and your breath catch in your throat. “I been stockin’ up the last couple days just for you.”

You grinned, thumb grazing over his weeping head, earning a low moan from him as he closed the space between you. His lips fit so perfectly with yours that you almost forgot that you were still in the shower until he reached behind you and shut the water off. As soon as he stepped away and pulled you out of the shower, the cold air made goosebumps raise on your exposed skin. A moment later, he was draping a towel over your shoulders, drying you off before he took down his locs again while you did the same to your hair, shaking it out as you followed him back into your room. He picked up one of the drip candles on your apple box and looked them over as he dropped onto the mattress.

“So what’s this again?”

“Japanese Drip Candles,” you answered, straddling his hips. “You’re supposed to light them and then let the wax drip onto your skin.”

He hummed softly, handing you the candle before he reached for the lighter and one of the joints, lighting it up. He held out the lighter to you as his free hand pulled the spliff from between his lips.

“You wanna play with them?” he asked, smoke tumbling from his mouth with each syllable.

Grinning, you lit the candle and put the lighter back on the apple box, waiting for the wax to begin melting just beneath the flame. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

He nodded, taking another drag from the joint as you carefully tipped the candle to one side, a single drop of wax falling onto his sternum. He grunted in response, his torso flinching slightly. You let another drop fall from the candle that you held a foot above his skin.

“Too hot?” you asked.

“Nah, it feels good,” he answered, holding up the joint for you to take a drag. “Keep going, gimme some more.”

You took a pull from him and held the candle just a little higher, letting several drops fall onto his chest, circling his nipple.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his cock flexing behind you, the tip nudging the small of your back. “Why don’t you warm my cock while you do that?”

With a smirk, you lifted yourself off his hips, reaching beneath you to line him up with your entrance before you sat down on him. His girth sent a burst of pleasure through your pussy, raising goosebumps on your arms and legs and tightening your nipples. Your walls hugged him as you enjoyed the way he filled you for a moment, closing your eyes in bliss. Gently rocking your hips, you moaned deeply and opened your eyes, dropping another circle of wax around his other nipple. The next dribble went from his collarbone down the center of his chest to the top of his stomach. All the while, he smoked the joint in his hand, moaning low in his chest with each new line of drips on his skin.

Pretty soon, there were dozens of droplets splattered on his skin, and he took one last drag, handing you the joint while he reached for the candle with his other hand. Licking his fingers, he snuffed out the candle and set it back on the apple box.

“We’ll play some more with that later,” he said, curling one arm around your waist and turning you on your back without pulling out. After you took another drag, he took the joint and set it in the ashtray. “I made you a promise, didn’t I?” he purred, hands running over your hips as he pushed firmly against your sex. “Time for me to make some art.”

You moaned under your breath, the pot heightening your nerve endings and making the tickle between your legs as he slowly pulled out feel like it was reverberating through your entire body. When it was just his head that remained, he pulled your legs up, crossing your ankles and leaning them against his shoulder before he slammed into you. The position made it a tighter fit, and you moaned as he bucked against you, giving you the same brutal pace as he had earlier against the door. His hips slapped against the back of your thighs, hands gripping them to his chest for leverage. Your walls gripped his shaft in delight as you tried to move your hips in time with him, but the position made it difficult for you to do so.

“Oh my God, Drex,” you purred between heavy breaths, reaching to place your hands on his hips.

He groaned and moved your legs on either side of him, leaning forward to put more of his weight on you. Taking your lips in a bruising kiss, he bit your bottom lip and licked the little drop of blood it produced, tucking his head in the crook of your neck. Your legs wrapped around him tight, using the newly gained leverage to pull yourself up to him while your short nails raked down his back, leaving angry red streaks in your wake.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so perfect,” he whispered in your ear, sinking all the way into you. His pace slowed, as though he was trying to savor every last inch sliding in and out of you. Lifting himself to sit on his heels, he rocked his hips just the slightest bit faster, reaching with one hand to pull your head up. “Watch me fuck you.”

The sight of his glistening cock gliding between your lower lips pulled a whine from deep in your belly, your muscles clenching around him.

“Look how good you take my cock, baby girl,” he purred, quickening his pace as his free hand went to thumb your clit. “Come on, baby, come for me.”

You mewled, your eyes clenching shut as your walls tightened their hold on him, as though trying to keep him inside. With each thrust, your pussy fluttered around him, again and again, stronger and stronger, until like a damn bursting through the levies, your orgasm shook your whole body. Your hips bucked up against him, wanting and needing more. You arched your back, the top of your head dragging against the pillow beneath you. When he pulled out suddenly, you whimpered at the loss, lifting your head in time to see his hand stroking himself above your stomach.

The first spurt of his orgasm left a streak across your belly, the white hot liquid burning against your skin in the most delicious way. The next painted over your breast, then the other with the third streak. Again and again, he expended himself on various parts of your body, moving back to your pussy to leave the remaining three bursts of white there. The look of satisfaction on his face as he milked the last few drops out filled you with a sense of security; you were his, and he was yours, both of your bodies bearing the marks of the other.

“Fuck, you look so hot covered in my cum,” he purred, admiring his work for a moment before he reached for the candle again. “Let’s add some more colors.”

You moaned softly as he lit the red candle and put the lighter back on your apple box.

“Not on my face or genitals. And hold it up away from my body, so that the wax has time to cool down a bit before it lands,” you instructed through heavy breaths, a sheen of sweat covering your form. You brought a finger to one of the streaks near your breast and scooped some of his mess up, bringing it up to your mouth to taste him.

You gasped around your finger as the hot wax landed on your stomach, burning your skin but leaving a pleasurable after effect that left you wanting more.

“You like it?” he asked, letting another drip fall on your ribs.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“Don’t fuck up my art,” he said playfully, batting your hand away when you went to scoop more of him off your breast.

You giggled lazily, watching him drip hot red wax between the white lines before he blew out the candle. He reached for the purple one, lighting that one next and adding the new color to his canvas. He didn’t seem interested in using the white candle. By the time he was finished, your body truly did look like a brilliant work of art with streaks and splatters of color.

“They should put you in a museum,” he said, admiring his work. “Wish I could take a picture of you.”

“I think my polaroid has some film in it,” you said, gesturing with your chin to avoid moving too much. “It should be on my bookshelf by the bathroom door.”

“For real? You’d let me take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you answered, smiling at him.

He smiled back. “Aiight, don’t move.” He stood and went to your bookshelf, retrieving your polaroid camera. Kneeling on the bed, he looked at you, deciding how he wanted you to pose. “I want two.”

“Okay.”

He gently moved your legs so that your knees were bent and parted enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, feet on the mattress.

“Turn your head this way,” he said, gesturing with his own head as he brought the camera up to his good eye. “God damn, baby, you look so good.”

The click and flash of the camera sent a slight jolt through your body. He pulled out the picture and set the camera down to move you again. This time he closed your legs, bending one knee to partially cover the other, twisting your lower body slightly to one side.

“Look at me,” he purred as he picked up the camera again.

You obeyed, giving him a sultry look as he took another photo. “Nobody better see these or I’ll rip your balls off.”

He chuckled under his breath, laying down next to you and propping himself up on his elbow. “Don’t worry, I won’t let nobody see them.” Leaning down, he kissed your lips and looked over your body again. “How we gonna get all this off?”

“The wax should just peel off,” you answered, reaching for one of the dried dollops on his chest and pulling it off. “See? Pull the trash closer.”

He reached over you and pulled the trash bin that was beside the applebox closer, and the two of you worked together to peel all the dried wax off your respective bodies. When you were finished, he picked up the joint and relit it, sharing it with you while you appreciated the polaroids he’d taken.

“You look so fuckin’ hot in these,” he said, holding the polaroids side by side.

“You’re not a half bad photographer,” you mumbled to him, your fingers tracing indistinct patterns on his stomach.

“Helps that you’re fun to look at,” he replied, putting the pictures back on the applebox and picking up the cock ring, holding it up with an arched brow. “This ain’t gonna fit me, baby, the fuck?”

“It stretches,” you replied, taking the ring from him so you could demonstrate its elasticity. “It’s supposed to keep your cock hard for longer.”

“What, I don’t stay hard long enough for you?” he teased.

You chuckled. “You stay hard just fine for me, I just thought you might wanna try since you said you wanted to go all night.”

“That shit’s gonna cut off my circulation,” he pouted.

“It shouldn’t, but if it does, we’ll just take it off.”

He paused for a moment, his eyes on the blue ring in your hand. “Aiight,” he said, laying on his back. “Go ahead, I trust you.”

Smirking, you stood and went to your dresser to grab the bottle of lube you kept in the drawer with your toys, and laid back down beside Drexyl. Setting the cock ring aside, you bent to drop loving kisses over his soft shaft, uncapping the lube and drizzling some on him. Turning yourself around, you swung a leg over his head so that he had a full view of your pussy while you stroked him to spread the lube.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy’s so fucking pretty,” he whispered, gently kissing your lips before he dug his tongue into your entrance.

Moaning, you poured more lube on him, using long, languid strokes to spread it over his length and paying special attention to the v beneath his head. When he was close to fully erect, you smeared some lube on the inside of the cock ring and used your dry hand to push it down his head. It took a bit of effort, but you managed to roll it on, and heard him grunt behind you once his head popped through the ring.

“Fuck,” he hissed against your cunt.

Your muscles clenched in response to his warm breath. With both hands, you rolled the ring down to the base of his cock, and continued to stroke him until he was harder than he’d ever been. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“Like I could pound concrete,” he replied.

Your walls tightened, sending a tingle to your clit as you moved off him and got on your hands and knees, wiggling your ass. “Fuck me again.”

“Shit, you don’t gotta tell me twice,” he mumbled under his breath, getting to his knees behind you and sinking into your entrance as deep as he could. “Fuck!”

“Oh my God!” you sighed, pressing back against him as you arched your back and lowered onto your elbows.

When he began to move, you hardly registered anything else except how hard and big he felt inside you. His engorged head grazed against your g spot again and again and the claps of his hips against your ass packed just enough of a sting to keep you present. Every thrust pushed a moan from deep in your belly, making your toes curl and uncurl as your shoulders lowered until they were touching the bed. You couldn’t spread your legs wide enough, barely able to keep your eyes open as he snapped his hips into you again and again. You couldn’t stop your muscles from flexing when his pace quickened, the stinging clap of his hips on your ass growing sharper.

You felt your head being pulled back, his grunts blowing shorts spurts of air on your earlobe as his angle changed slightly, rubbing more firmly on your g spot. But it wasn’t until his free hand moved to your clit that your vision went white, your body lurching and trembling beneath his as your fourth — or was it your fifth? — orgasm of the night took you over. The tingles in your pussy reached all the way from the tips of your toes to the top of your head, making your skin buzz in delight. The next several minutes were hazy, your body seemingly in a perpetual state of trembles as Drexyl kept thrusting, though based on the rhythm in which your body rocked, it was a much slower pace than before. He was speaking, but you couldn’t make out what was being said. The tingles between your thighs were deliciously gentle, as if your orgasm was still there but, sensing how exhausted you were now, was having mercy on you.

The tops of your thighs and the sheets beneath them were soaked from your midthighs to your lower belly. Your throat was raw and the pillow beneath one side of your face was drenched in sweat. Almost on instinct, your body began to rock back into Drexyl, who was still unbelievably hard. The realization made a shiver dance over your frame, forcing your eyes to fall shut.

Laying on top of you, he nibbled on your earlobe, digging his hips more firmly against you. Reflexively, you arched back into him, your muscles tightening around him as you rolled seamlessly into another gentle orgasm. You leaned your head to one side as Drexyl’s lips moved to lay kisses on your neck, his tongue grazing over your pulse point.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good,” he purred against your skin, sucking the thrumming spot on your neck and making your muscles contract around him again. You tried to roll back against him, craving more of his thrusts as he scraped his teeth over your shoulder.

Your brows furrowed at the slippery mess beneath you — had you been sweating that much? Or was it…

Oh God.

“Did I piss the bed?” you asked, your voice seeming as though you were hearing it from underwater.

He hummed, and you could hear a smile in the sound. “Naw, you squirted.”

The words hit you like a slap of cold air, sobering you enough for your eyes to pop open. Turning your head to look at him, you searched for any sign that he was just joking, but found no such indication.

“It was hot as fuck,” he assurred you, rolling his hips for emphasis. Kissing your neck again, he sat up, one hand going to your hip while the other went to the top of your thigh. He used his grip for leverage as his hips began snapping into you again, as if trying to bring you to another orgasm.

“Drex!” you exclaimed exhaustedly.

Your eyes rolled back as the coil deep in your belly tightened again, your breaths in tangent with his thrusts. The muscles deep inside you gripping him harder than you even knew was possible. You tried to say his name, but all that would escape your lips were slurred moans and whines as the tingles in your pussy reverberated over your entire body. Trembling slightly beneath him, you sobbed as another orgasm trickled out of you. It was wetter at your hips now as he completely sheathed himself with a grunt before hot streams spurted deep inside you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling out only long enough to roll you onto your back. Reaching down, he rolled the cockring off, grunting with the effort. When he finally got it off, he slid back into you as his lips captured yours.

“Oh my God,” you sighed, your walls hugging him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You whimpered softly, your muscles unable to relax, staying tight around him as though trying to keep him from pulling out. Rolling your head to one side, you looked down at the giant wet spot on the bed beside you. “Was that all me.”

He chuckled lazily. “Yeah, you were dripping everywhere. There was a lot more when you started coming again.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, a little embarrassed.

“Whatchu sorry for?” he asked, brushing some hair off your forehead. “Don’t ever be sorry for coming on my cock. Cause I’m not sorry.”

“I might need a break,” you sighed, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Wanna go watch the rest of Bronx Tale?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, though you didn’t move a muscle, and your pussy still held firm to his now softening cock.

“You gotta let me go, baby,” he mumbled.

“No,” you whimpered, still not ready to feel anything but blissfully full. “Not yet.”

He seemed just as content to lay buried inside you, lazily nuzzling your neck and dropping a kiss on your sweaty skin.

“Are you having a good birthday?” you couldn't help but ask, feeling that you may have been having the most benefit from the night’s activities.

“It’s the best one I’ve ever had,” he answered. “We ain’t even finished yet.”

“Baby, I don’t know if I can go anymore,” you sighed.

“Yeah, you can,” he purred, kissing your lips. “Let’s just chill for a bit, then I think I’ll bend you over the kitchen counter.”

You moaned at the idea, smiling softly. “Happy birthday.”