Chapter Twenty-Two

Perfect Little Slut

Crossbody

I lost count of how many times he fucked me.

He barely took breaks in between. He would come, pull out and arrange me how he wanted me—prone on the bed as he pushed my thighs together and straddled me, on my side as he held my leg in the air, on my back with my knees pulled up to my chest—as he waited for his cock to quickly recover, then start fucking me again.

Sometimes I came with him, sometimes I didn’t. I didn’t even care. I was mindless with pleasure. I loved it so much. I never wanted it to end.

Eventually, he stripped the cases off the pillows and used them to tie my wrists to the headboard. Then he hooked his elbows under my knees and lifted my hips off the bed as he rutted into me, forehead dotted with sweat and dark hair hanging in his face. When he came that time, he quickly pulled out to shoot his release onto my stomach and throbbing cock, making me moan in desperation and strain my hips up.

I couldn’t believe how needy I still was. My body was weak and trembling uncontrollably, my hole was sore and swollen, and my ass was so full of his cum that there was a puddle on the bed beneath me. But I still wanted more. I couldn’t get enough.

I had no idea how much time had passed. I couldn’t even remember the name of the motel we were in. I’d been reduced to nothing but a hole for him to fuck. A cumdump.

I’d never felt so satisfied in my life.

At some point, Vince climbed off the bed and stumbled unsteadily across the room to grab his pants and pull them on. I started pleading with him to keep going, begging him not to stop yet, and he shook his head weakly as he shoved back his hair and reached for the room key.

“Going to get some water,” he rasped, voice like gravel, then he left the room barefoot and without a shirt on, his skin glistening with sweat.

Left me still tied to the bed, naked and covered in his cum.

I whimpered, straining my hips up as my cock flexed off my stomach. My legs were quaking and achy from being spread wide for hours, but I didn’t close them. My fingers were going numb, so I flexed them to get some circulation back, twisting my wrists in their restraints.

Eventually I heard him return, bare feet slapping over concrete and getting louder before they stopped outside the room. My breaths sped up again in anticipation, but the door didn’t open. I heard a faint rasp and a hiss, followed by a slow, drawn-out exhale, and a few seconds later the sharp scent of cigarette smoke crept under the door and reached my nose.

I sobbed out a hoarse moan, writhing desperately on the bed as I waited for him. But the wait only made it better, only made my endless arousal sharpen to the point of agony. I was completely helpless. I had zero control. I just had to wait for him to be done, to come back, to see if he was willing to give me more.

I already knew that nothing in my life would ever feel better than this night had.

When the door finally opened, my breath hitched. Vince walked in, looking calmer and more composed than he had all evening. He locked the door behind him and came over to the bed, perching on the edge as he unscrewed the water bottle in his hands before gently lifting my head so I could gulp some down.

I pulled back with a gasp and let my head drop onto the pillow again. I was shivering, my legs shifting restlessly as I gazed up at him.

“Is that it?” I heard myself ask, voice hoarse and weak and pleading.

Vince’s jaw clenched as he set the bottle on the nightstand. He looked down at me in silence, then let his gaze drift lower, over my heaving chest and stomach to the stiff cock on my belly and the cum coating my skin. His nostrils flared, dark eyes burning with heat again.

“No,” he rasped, sounding almost angry about it. Standing up, he shoved his jeans down his legs and climbed onto the bed, skimming his palms up my thighs as he settled between them.

I whimpered, pulling my knees up. He squeezed my inner thighs as he shifted closer, chest rising fast and his head bent to watch his cock sink back inside me. He shuddered with a broken moan as I sighed in relief, clenching around his stiff length.

“Fuck.” He swallowed, hands sliding up to grip the tops of my thighs as he rocked into me. “You could keep going forever, couldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my eyes drifting shut. He was moving slowly and almost gently this time. While I’d loved his furious, manic pace before, I was so sensitive and overstimulated by this point that it felt perfect. It let me take in every sensation.

“You’re made for this, aren’t you?” he murmured. “For taking dick. My dick. You love it.”

“Yes,” I moaned again, shivering with pleasure.

His hand slid over my cock, making me whimper, before continuing up my stomach and chest as he leaned over me. His cum-slicked thumb brushed over my lips, so I parted them wider to suck it inside with a moan.

Vince groaned, his cock pulsing inside me. “Perfect little slut.”

When he came this time, a trembling groan left him as he shuddered and pushed his hips hard against me. My cock was still stiff and throbbing with need, but I was suddenly too drained to even open my eyes.

He pulled out slowly and leaned back before I felt his fingers running gently over my slick, swollen hole. I couldn’t move, could barely even react aside from a tiny mewl, my wrists hanging limp in their restraints.

“Crossbody,” I heard him whisper, but I passed out before I could answer him.

—

When I woke up, the room was dark beyond my eyelids, my wrists were free and my skin had been wiped clean. At first, I didn’t know where I was. The sheets beneath me were worn and scratchy and my throat was dry and parched, hair a tangled mess around my face. My eyes were too heavy to open.

I realised what had woken me when a cool hand slid up my thigh and settled on my hip. The feverish night came back to me in a rush, and a soft moan escaped me as my cock automatically started to fill, my sore, swollen hole clenching around nothing.

“Crossbody,” Vince whispered, so with another tired moan, I found the strength to roll onto my belly and spread my legs, tilting my hips back for him. I was his to use as many times as he wanted. And it was just for tonight, so I was more than ready for him to fuck me again. I would take everything he was willing to give me.

“No,” Vince murmured, gripping my hip again to gently turn me onto my back. “Not that this time.”

My eyes started fluttering open as my brows pinched in anguish, but then I felt him shift before slick heat was circling my cock. I gasped as his lips slid over my cockhead in a wet kiss, his tongue flicking my piercing before he sank his mouth down with a hoarse moan and started to suck in slow, deep draws.

My breaths grew shallow, and I kept my eyes closed as my lips parted around a broken moan. I found my hands reaching down and threading through his messy hair, but Vince didn’t stop and tell me off for touching him without permission. He just groaned and started bobbing his head, sliding a hand over my stomach before he fisted the base of my cock and stroked in time.

“Vince,” I breathed, knees falling open wide. My balls were already drawn up tight, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to come, despite how many times I already had.

His other hand cupped my sac, thumb stroking softly. I gasped, shuddering with pleasure, and for some strange reason my eyes prickled with heat.

“Thank you,” I heard myself whisper unsteadily. I knew nothing would ever compare to this night, to what he’d given me.

It was everything I wanted. Everything I hadn’t even let myself realise I wanted until now. Not fully. Not with such stark clarity.

My breaths sped up, hips starting to thrust against his mouth. He moaned hoarsely around me, still sucking slow and soft, but I could feel the orgasm rising, tightening my lower back.

With a shuddering moan, I came, spurting weakly onto his tongue. Vince sucked me through it until I was flinching with overstimulation, but I didn’t ask him to stop. When he lifted his head, he was breathing fast.

I finally opened my eyes and tried to reach for him. “Just one more time.” I croaked out the plea.

He loosed an unsteady breath and shook his head, then hesitated before leaning down to kiss my hip bone. “You need a break.”

“Please.”

“Go to sleep, Crossbody.” He pressed another kiss to my stomach, just beneath my navel, then shifted up the bed to flop down beside me on his back, scrubbing his hands over his face and exhaling slowly.

Instinctively, I rolled onto my side and tucked myself against him, still shivering with aftershocks as I curled up and rested my head on his chest. Vince stiffened, but I was too exhausted to really register it, already dropping back to sleep.

The last thing I felt were his fingers slowly threading through my hair.