18. Sydney

CHAPTER 18

SYDNEY

I roll back onto the bed, my body still quivering. Holy shit . I stare up at the ceiling, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

DJ chuckles, his fingertips trailing lazily over my sweat-slicked skin. "Mm, look at you. Delicious. I guess that was more than okay for you, huh?"

I blush. Despite the intimacy of what we just did together I'm unsure of how to respond.

All of this is so new for me. With Paul, sex was always vanilla, almost perfunctory, more about his needs than mine. I can't remember the last time I came that hard.

Or rather, I can: never.

And I've never had a partner prioritize my orgasm over his own. I'm aware that DJ hasn't come yet.

I always felt so self-conscious with Paul, like he'd make fun of me if I ever voiced what I truly desired. But with DJ…

My blush deepens. With DJ, I'm safe to let go completely and explore the naughtiest fantasies buried deep in the recesses of my mind. There's no judgment, only acceptance and encouragement.

I'm still trembling, the aftershocks still hitting me, when DJ raises one dark eyebrow.

I nod, belatedly remembering his teasing question. "More than okay."

He grins in response, his eyes darkening hungrily. "Ready for more?"

"Please," I breathe. "But can we take the condom off? I'm on birth control and I've been tested recently."

"I have too, and fuck, I would love to really feel you around me."

DJ pulls the condom off, then stands up at the edge of the bed and drags me toward him until I can wrap my legs around him.

Taking himself in his hand, he skims his head over my clit, so sensitive that it sends a jolt throughout my whole body. Then he notches his dripping cock up against my entrance. DJ grins again, that devilish twinkle in his eyes promising more delicious torment.

I moan in anticipation, lifting my hips, suddenly desperate to have his hard length back inside me.

To my surprise he slides into me smoothly, almost gently, a stark contrast to the rough fucking we were doing before. This time his thrusts are slow, deliberate, as if he's memorizing every reaction, every moan that escapes from my lips.

He watches my face closely from his position above me, each stroke deep and thorough, exploring me in a way that is new and yet familiar.

"Tell me what you want next," he commands, moving his hips so that his cock hits even deeper inside my pussy, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me what to do to you."

I bite my lip, my breath hitching as I try to form coherent thoughts. His gaze is intense, almost daring me to voice my deepest desires.

I've never felt so uninhibited .

"Spank me again," I whisper, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I almost can't believe the words that spill out of me next. "And while you do it I want—I want your cock deep in my ass."

I've never had anal sex before but it's something I always wanted to try. Paul was too prude, too judgmental. I was always afraid that he'd look at me differently if I told him what I craved.

But DJ's eyes flare with a mix of surprise and excitement. He leans down to press a soft kiss against my lips, the tenderness another surprise after the dark desire I just voiced. His voice is low, a husky whisper that sends shivers up and down my spine.

"With pleasure."

He pulls back slightly, giving us both a moment to breathe as he reaches for the bedside drawer, fishing out a bottle of lube. His movements are calm, his slow, deliberate actions only ratcheting up the heady tension in the room.

DJ coats his fingers and then his cock with the slick substance, his gaze never leaving mine, filled with unspoken promise.

With one hand, he lifts up one of my legs to rest my heel on his shoulder, spreading me wide, exposing my pussy and ass to his eager fingers. It's an obscene position and for a moment I have the urge to cover myself, but when I take in the worshipful expression on his face, I relax and open for him, my heart racing with anticipation.

Slowly, he begins to prepare my ass, one finger slipping inside with ease, gradually adding more until I'm breathing heavily from the stretch and sensation.

I'm breathless, eager for more, so when he suddenly stops and pulls away I whine in frustration. He chuckles, then his expression grows serious again.

"Are you sure about this?"

Our eyes meet and I nod, my throat dry. "I'm sure."

"If anything is too much just tell me," he says, waiting until I nod again.

Then all at once he flips me over and I don't even have time to catch my breath before his hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. The sting is sharp and sudden.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice laced with both amusement and desire.

"Yes," I groan. "Spank me again. Fuck me while you spank me, DJ."

I have no idea where this version of myself is coming from but I don't have time to analyze my newfound boldness. Almost as soon as I get the words out, the head of his cock nudges up against my tight, virgin ass, slowly pushing in.

The sensation is intense, a slow, stretching pressure that has me gripping the sheets beneath me, gasping hard, my face pressed down into the mattress.

DJ pauses, letting me adjust to him for just a moment, confirming I'm ready before swiftly pushing the rest of the way into me and slapping my ass again, harder this time.

His hands grip my hips tightly and he begins to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, driving deeper into me with a controlled ferocity that has my toes curling. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure mingle exquisitely, sending wave after wave of intense satisfaction crashing through me.

"Is this what you wanted?" DJ asks between thrusts, his tone teasing yet heavy with lust as he spanks me again, once, twice.

"Yes," I manage to gasp out, the words barely audible above the sound of our slick bodies moving together. "Yes, DJ, yes, don't stop."

DJ chuckles softly and his pace increases, his movements becoming more forceful as he pounds into me.

Another spank lands on my throbbing, stinging ass, the pain sharpening the pleasure twisting through me until I'm moaning incoherently beneath him, the sensation unlike anything I've ever felt before.

DJ's control is impeccable, his strokes calculated to drive me wild. The mix of sharp, sweet pain and deep, fulfilling thrusts pushes me toward the edge again.

"Look up, Syd. Look at us," he commands harshly, and I obey, realizing the mirror over his dresser reflects us perfectly.

For a breathless moment, our eyes lock. Watching his cock pump in and out of my ass, his hands alternating caresses with hard smacks on my abused skin, sends a new wave of unbridled arousal through me. The visual is raw, primal, impossible to look away from.

DJ's eyes, focused and intense, hold mine in the reflection, a silent challenge that provokes an unbearable response in my core.

His strokes pick up pace, relentless now, and another climax builds, fierce and unstoppable. "Tell me you're mine," he growls roughly, reaching one hand around to rub hard on my aching clit.

"I'm yours," I breathe out, the words a white-hot truth in the tumult of sensations overwhelming me. As the words leave my lips, DJ's hand connects with my rear again, sharper and more possessive than before, cementing his claim.

One deep thrust and a smack that resonates through my entire body and I shatter once more.

My vision blurs with tears of intense release as DJ continues to thrust relentlessly, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate until, with a guttural roar, he finally spills himself deep inside my ass, his body shuddering against mine.

We collapse together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, breathing heavily. DJ rolls off me and lies back on the bed, pulling me close. His heartbeat is fast but steadily slowing, a comforting rhythm that echoes my own.

After a stretch of silence filled only with our synchronized breathing, DJ kisses the top of my head again.

"That was..." he starts, but seems at a loss for words.

"Incredible," I finish for him, smiling into his skin. He nods, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my back.

"Yeah. Incredible," he agrees, his voice tinged with awe.

"Better than two puck bunnies at once?" I half-tease, worrying the jealousy shows in my voice even as the words come out of my mouth.

But DJ just laughs, the sound rich and reassuring. He tightens his hold around me, pulling me closer against his chest.

"Nothing compares to you, Syd," he replies, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and I relax into him.

His fingers continue their idle dance along the curve of my spine, sending shivers across my skin. The room is quiet now, the earlier storm of passion giving way to a peaceful intimacy that I hadn't realized I'd been craving. It feels safe here in DJ's arms, a feeling so unfamiliar that I almost can't name it at first.

And as I tumble into sleep, I can't help but think I'm getting far too used to this.