Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

“Don’t move.” He kissed the nape of my neck. “Can’t.” He chuckled and slapped my right asscheek. “Close your legs.” I obeyed blindly, too fucked out to care, so it took me a second after he smeared my jizz between my thighs and all around my hole to realize where this was going. The sensation of his slick cock gliding over my entrance and along the underside of my sac struck me dumb, and even though I’d just blown a load, a tingle ran through me for the unexpected turn of events. I’d thought maybe he’d shove my head down, push his cock into the back of my throat, but this…this definitely worked, too. It was different. The erratic friction of Chet’s dick sliding between my thighs was both alien and arousing. He splayed his other hand low on my stomach, holding me still, and there was just enough similarity of movement that I could almost pretend he was pushing inside me, filling me up with his long cock. It was a prelude to that, and fuck, it was hot. Chet clamped down on the back of my neck with his free hand, fingers spreading wide, the earthy scent and pressure of them bringing me back from the stratosphere. “Do you like it?” I nodded, tongue too thick for words. I liked him using my body for his pleasure, liked how he’d just gone for it unabashedly. No inhibition, no self- consciousness. “So much for that comment earlier about not liking me at your back, then, huh? Tighter,” he directed, and I flexed my thighs, grinning when he cursed. “That’s fucking perfect. Jesus, Fa...