Chapter 4: High on Lust

Pakin’s P.O.V

Don’t ask me how we got here because I have no fucking clue. I could not even remember when or how we stumbled into a random motel in the middle of the night. I did not drink a single sip of alcohol, but everything was a blur.

I think I was high on lust.

I don’t remember us getting a room or walking up the stairs to get to the said room. All I could remember was him closing the door shut behind me and pressing me against the wall, his thigh hard on my hard-on.

He kissed me, and all I tasted was bliss. Soon, our clothes were on the floor, and we were completely naked. He pushed me on the bed, both his thighs straddling me. I watched as he slathered lube all over his hand.

And when he put the first finger in, a sharp burst of pain shot through me, making me wince, but he said, “Shhh. It’s alright. It only hurts at first. You’ll feel good later when you’re all loosened up.”

I was so overwhelmed I did not even know how to respond. I had no choice but to let him take over me completely. It was something I was not used to; I was usually the one in control. My pride would not allow me to be the submissive one. But tonight, it felt… good, seeing him take charge.

I trusted him when he said it would not hurt later on, but the pain did not seem to subside. Seeing that I was not pleased, his other hand grabbed hold of my dick, startling me so much that a jolt of electricity jostled me.

“Sorry, ter, I know it hurts, but you need to be loosened up first before we get to the fun part,” he whispered. “‘Else you won’t enjoy it. Here, let me distract you from the pain.”

And distract me from the pain, he did. I could not help the moan that escaped my mouth when he began stroking my dick up and down, often squeezing and easing his grip when he felt it was necessary.

“You are such a loud moaner,” he commented with a smirk. “I love it.”

I watched as he leaned down and trailed kisses from my pelvis up to my chest. There was pleasure blooming all around me that I could barely register the pain from my backside.

“I need you,” I gasped.

He laughed. “Not yet,” he said. “But you’re almost ready, ter.”

“How much longer?” I asked.

He hummed, inserting another finger inside, and I winced, but surprisingly, the pain was not so bad this time. “Almost. Just trust me.”

Then he buried his face in the crook of my neck, sucking the skin there, and I was sure that he left marks that would be visible tomorrow. A thought briefly passed my mind: I hoped he left them in places that would be easily covered by my shirt. But I was so drunk on pleasure that I didn’t care all that much.

That would be tomorrow me’s problem.

He went lower until his mouth found my nipples, which he grinded his teeth on and sucked until they were red and tingling. Every touch left an indelible warmth on my body, whether it be from his hands or his tongue.

I wanted more of it. I wanted more of him.

He pulled his hand out of my asshole, and suddenly it had never felt so empty in my life.

“You’re ready,” he said. “I’m putting it in.”

I felt every inch of him as he thrust inward, and I found myself desperately clawing at his chest, pulling his body closer to mine as I gasped and huffed. He was so huge. I felt like he was going to rip me apart from the inside out if he kept moving.

“Oh fuck,”’ I gasped. “Fuck.”

“I’m all in,” he said. There was this look on his face that activated the animal part of me. Eyes rolled back like he was savoring every bit of me… it drove me wild.“Oh, you’re so tight. Is this your first time?”

I could barely mutter a “chai.” Apart from the initial burst of pain, I felt so fucking good. Filled. Whole. I never thought it was possible to feel this way, in such a way.

He claimed my mouth, and it was all I could do to retain some of my dignity and keep from melting into his tongue. “I’m going to start thrusting,” he said in between each kiss.

I could only whimper in response, helpless in his arms.

When he started moving, I could not describe how it felt in words. It was… explosive. It drove me crazy; I was whining and moaning like a helpless bitch or a possessed whore. “Oh, OH! Ah, yes, ohh..”

The bed shook and squeezed beneath us, and I felt my mind shatter into pieces the faster he got. “Mmh, fuck!” I moaned, trying to bite my noises down when I felt too conscious of how loud I was being.

“Oh god, you feel so fucking good,” he panted. He grabbed hold of my dick again, and by this time, I was seeing stars. “Get up,” he demanded. He put his firm hands on my shoulders and forcefully turned me over so I was on my stomach instead of my back. “Up,” he said again. “Arch your back.”

I did as he pleased, pressing the side of my face against the mattress so I could arch my back and raise my butt in the air, where he had better access to my asshole.

“That’s more like it,” he groaned, before continuing with his thrusts, and this time, he was stroking my dick as he did so, matching the movement of his hands with each push and pull of his hips.

Holy fuck. If this was how sex felt like all the time, I never wanted to stop.

I was completely under his mercy, and I fucking liked it. I liked being bossed around by him, told what to do. I liked being ass-crack naked and having him scan my bare body with his eyes like he was drinking the entirety of me in.

“Shia!” I moaned, but I could barely hear myself over the squeaking of the bed and his gasping over my ear. “Yes, just like that. Ohh…!”

“Ter, you’re the best sex I’ve ever had, oh my god,” he panted, making sure I heard every single word. “God, you’re perfect.”

I could only moan, unable to form words as I was nearing my climax. Sure enough, not even four more thrusts later, a jet of white cum shot out of my dick, splattering all over the motel bed sheets. I let out a loud cry.

“Did you cum already?” he asked, but did not stop thrusting. He must have felt the wetness in his fingers. He let go of my dick and shoved his fingers inside my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he said. “Know how good you taste, ter, but leave some for me.”

I licked my cum off his fingers. It was salty on my tongue, and frankly, I didn't quite get the appeal of it, but he seemed to enjoy the taste, because he brought the excess onto his mouth and wiped it clean with his own tongue.

“Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff.”

Again, with his rough hands, he pushed me so I was back on the bed with  my back against the mattress. Then, without breaking eye contact, he spread my legs wider, before going back to thrusting, this time with more force than before.

“God!” I almost screamed, shutting my eyes tight.

“How could you cum first?” he asked. “Now I’ll have to work twice as hard to get my release.”

What came next was nothing I anticipated. He started moving harder than ever, to the point where I was basically moved to tears. But I didn’t have it in me to tell him to slow down, because, as crazy as this is going to sound… I fucking liked it.

After that, it wasn’t long before he, too, came. And he shot it right into my asshole, which sort of spilled to the outside. He swiped it off with one finger and brought it to his mouth.

I watched him swallow every single drop.

Then his eyes flickered over to me. “You tired already?” he asked. “Because I could go for another round.”

It was true that I was exhausted, but my insides were tingling. It hurt, but I wanted more. The pleasure was intoxicating. Fuck. The rational part of me told me enough was enough.

But since when did I ever listen to the rational side of me?

Like a possessed whore, something came over me, and I crawled over to him, sat on his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. I stared at his eyes for a few long moments, before leaning in to kiss him.