Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

I rub back and forth over my swollen clit, my movements mirroring his, while imagining what it would feel like for him to give me pleasure. Each stroke is a swirl of sensation that lingers around my core until that entire region of my body becomes a raw nerve. “You’re close,” he says. I nod, too preoccupied with his fluid, up-and-down movements to fully register that my breathing is ragged. Touching myself under his command feels like he’s the one pushing me toward a pool of molten ecstasy. I circle its edge, getting closer to climax with each successive stroke. Marius pants hard, his chest and abs expanding and contracting as he pumps that huge, hard cock. The pulse between my ears is a drumroll. I am on the brink of falling, when he says, “Fuck your pussy with your fingers.” “But I’m about to—” “Now, Phoenix.” Groaning, I take my finger off my clit and exhale a frustrated breath as that sweet pleasure ebbs away. When I slide into my opening, I’m hotter, slicker, and wetter than ever—just at the sight and sound of this man. My muscles clench around the lonely digit, needing more. “That’s it,” Marius says, his voice tight. “I want you to use two fingers.” I slip my index and middle fingers inside. “Like this?”