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Chloe lost her grip on her knees as she came. Her back arched up off the mattress, and her hand flew up toward the pillow, as if following the momentum of her back. As her pelvis jerked and shuddered and her channel clenched around the instrusion of the vibrator, her legs landed hard on Lionel’s shoulders.
Her clit was still throbbing uncomfortably as her spasms faded. Chloe gasped and squirmed and managed to get her legs into a more appropriate position. “God! Sorry about that.”
She was talking about walloping him with her legs, and she saw that he’d followed her meaning. “No problem,” he murmured, sliding the wet vibrator out of her body and turning it off. He got off the bed and stretched his back slightly. He was fully erect now, his hard cock displayed prominently on his lean form. “It won’t be the first time I have bruises on my shoulders from your heels.”
For some reason, Chloe blushed.
Still feeling the need to squirm from the residual sensations between her legs, she sat up and leaned over toward Lionel, who had just sat down next to her at the head of the bed. “Now that you’ve made me scream, maybe we can get on with the main attraction.”
If he didn’t want anything as traditional as missionary position, maybe he would let her ride him astride. He could still put his arms around her that way, and so maybe she could get some of her cuddling.
She started to crawl over to him, planning to straddle his lap and get into the right position. But before she was able to adjust her body, while she was still facing him on her hands and knees, he slid his hands down one of her sides, until he could squeeze the spare flesh on her hip. “Do you think you’re ready for the main attraction?”
“Yes,” she burst out impatiently, “Haven’t I just been . . .”
She cut herself off, when she saw a particular smolder in Lionel’s eye.
She suddenly realized that they had completely different ideas in mind for the main attraction that night.
Lionel had never been considering a quiet fuck and cuddle in bed. It wasn’t that he was incapable of it-although it certainly wasn’t his norm. But, unlike Chloe, that wasn’t what he needed this evening.
Chloe was feeling drained, needy, and insecure, and she’d been hoping for something that could answer those needs. She wanted the kind of physical bonding that would give her emotional support and assurance.
Lionel needed a kind of assurance too. She realized that now, with an insight that slammed down in her chest. But there was nothing warm, or tender, or loving about the kind of assurance he needed.
He’d handled the thing with Lex better than she’d expected, but she’d been a fool to assume it was as easily handled as that. He might consciously be trying to act like a reasonable man, but conscious intentions weren’t always the most important driver of behavior.
Chloe had lied to him, tried to hide something from him. And that something was connected to his son-the one thing Lionel could never let go of. It was the most sure way to force Lionel Luthor into losing his sense of control.
He might have told her that everything was back to normal, and maybe he was hoping it was.
But Chloe had taken something from him that afternoon.
And Lionel was now taking it back.
It wasn’t punishment, although she supposed it could be looked at so simplistically-Chloe hadn’t acted the way Lionel expected her to act, and so she was now paying the consequences. But that wasn’t really an accurate picture of what Chloe finally realized was happening here.
Lionel had little shame in the bedroom, but there were certain things he avoided as too artificial, obvious, or clichéd. He never wanted Chloe to dress up in silly costumes, as that would be too contrived for his tastes. He liked to be in control, but he’d never do anything as unsubtle as call her demeaning names or urge her into a posture of servitude. And oft-used scenarios, like having her count out her own spankings, would always be too hackneyed for him. So, when Lionel had a particular emotional need, although he often channeled it sexually, it was rarely in a predictable way.
So she had no way to know what to expect. Except that Lionel intended to gain his power back from Chloe tonight. Which meant they weren’t going to have missionary sex under the covers. They weren’t going to cuddle.
And she wasn’t going to sleep any time soon.
The sick weight returned to her gut with a vengeance, coupled with a heavy weight of exhaustion. “Lionel,” she began slowly, still on her knees, but pulling herself up from off her hands, “I came once. That’s . . .”
“Not nearly enough,” he finished for her. “Hold still for a minute.”
He shifted, until he was seated more comfortably, his back supported by the headboard.
Chloe didn’t know why she didn’t move. She didn’t really want another orgasm. She just wanted to go to sleep.
But she didn’t change positions. Didn’t object. Didn’t say anything.
Just waited until Lionel pulled her toward his side of the bed, positioning her so that she was on her hands and knees over his lap. He caressed the curve of her ass and sank two fingers into her the wet heat of her body.
She sucked in a breath as she felt his fingers slide along the still sensitive walls of her channel.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice still as husky as before.
“Of course, I’m wet.” She wriggled her ass slightly, in response to his internal massage. “I just came.”
He gave her a slow, satisfied smile. “I know. I saw. And I think it’s now time for you to come again.”
He pumped his fingers inside of her a few times, and it felt good. But after the intense stimulation of the vibrator, it wasn’t going to do it for her.
Lionel didn’t seem troubled by this fact. He just slid his fingers through her collected moisture and idly rubbed her ass with his other hand.
“Are you going to spank me?” she heard herself asking. Hardly recognized herself as the person who'd asked that. Hated that she clenched around his fingers in involuntary anticipation.
He glanced away from her bottom and toward her face. “I wasn’t planning to. But I can if you want me to.”
“I don’t . . . know,” she muttered, even as she clenched her intimate muscles around his fingers again. Her arms were uncomfortable, so she bent her elbows, lowering her shoulders until her ass was higher than her chest.
She had a flash of self-consciousness, as if she was seeing herself from the outside: Chloe Sullivan, leaning across Lionel Luthor’s lap, her ass bare and prominently displayed. She felt the familiar thrill of naughtiness, of wrongness, of incongruity-but it didn't have the same exhilarating effect it had always had before.
“Is that an invitation?” He was referring to her position, and his voice was warm with amusement as well as desire.
Chloe didn’t know. Maybe it was.
She cried out sharply when his free hand connected with the flesh of her ass. And her desire, which had plateaued out, abruptly took a shocking leap forward.
Lionel rubbed the cheek he’d just spanked and pumped his fingers inside her a few times. “Is that what you wanted?”
Chloe was panting and trying to hold her hips still, and she hid her face in the pillow next to her head.
“Chloe?” Lionel prompted.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Again.”
His hand come down on her bottom again with a slapping sound, generating sudden pain that triggered jolts of pleasure that shot directly to her center.
He wasn’t spanking her as hard as he had in the past-the position of his arms had to be a little awkward-but Chloe started to moan helplessly in response.
“More,” she pleaded, trying to hide her face again. He had to feel how much this turned her on. His fingers were buried inside her, and she squeezed them every time she felt a spank.
She could feel an orgasm developing, and she was starting to grunt and shake her hips in preparation. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She was sick-she must be-to like this so much.
She’d read once that the desire to be spanked in bed was an unconscious outgrowth of lingering shame at sexual activity. She’d resented the implication, but she'd been too scared to read any further than that, for fear of what else psychology might tell her about herself.
The skin on her ass was starting to burn from the contact, and Lionel suddenly stopped, his hand rubbing her warm, reddened skin.
“Uh,” Chloe grunted, lifting her head as the sensations ended without warning. When he didn’t continue, she made a noise that sounded more like a sob than she’d intended and wriggled her pelvis urgently against his hand.
Lionel kept stroking her bottom. “It must be starting to hurt. Why don't we find something else just as stimulating to do.”
Chloe’s mind was growing thick with both desire and exhaustion. She wasn’t sure how much energy she had left for any more stimulation. But she needed to come. Her arousal was throbbing insistently, and her bottom was still burning from the spanking.
After giving her channel a few, final strokes, he pulled his wet fingers out of her passage and slid them back and forth over her swollen flesh.
Before Chloe could complain at the loss of sensation, Lionel asked, “Where’s the vibrator?”
The idea of the vibrator exhausted her even more, but at least it would mean she’d climax quickly.
They found the vibrator on the side of the bed, and Lionel turned it on, slid it inside her for a couple of thrusts, and then slid it out again and forward to her clit.
Chloe cried out in relief as she felt the vibrations on her clit, and she clung with one arm to Lionel’s side.
Then she felt one of his fingers in her passage again. He dipped it in, getting it wet with her moisture. Then he traced a line out and backward.
Then, in spite of the whirl of intense sensations from the vibrator on her clit, Chloe felt something else. Felt his finger pushing against another, much tighter entrance.
Her eyes popped open in surprise as the pressure increased. “Eh!” she huffed out, her spine stiffening as she tried to process the dual sensations.
“It’s okay,” Lionel murmured, coordinating the distinct motion of both hands with admirable skill, “Try to relax some more. You like this, don’t you?”
It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d made use of her other entrance with his finger. The first time, she’d been shocked and mortified, but he’d still managed to make her come. Since then, Chloe had tried to grow accustomed to it, but there was still something so vulnerable and startling about it that it always left her vaguely uncomfortable.
The vibrations on her clit were overwhelming, however, and they sufficiently distracted her reflexes so that Lionel’s finger made it past the initial muscle of that other passage. After that, his finger, slick with her moisture, slid in fairly smoothly.
Now that he was in, he eased up on her clit, and Chloe was able to feel the penetration of his finger far more intensely.
Whimpering, she raised her shoulders some and looked at Lionel. He’d been gazing down at her ass, but now he shifted his eyes toward her flushed, damp face.
“Chloe? How is it?” He pumped his finger inside her slightly, causing her to writhe in response.
It just always felt so weird, so alien. And she always had to fight against the urge to push the penetration out.
She was very turned on, however, and it wasn’t painful. And it did add an entirely new layer to the sensations she was experiencing intimately.
So, when Lionel pressed against her clit with the vibrator again, Chloe made of mewling sound and gasped, “It’s . . . it’s good.”
Chloe could feel an orgasm developing quickly, and the additional penetration wasn’t getting in the way. But it was changing the experience, and she couldn’t stop focusing on the way his finger felt as it moved inside her.
There. Where it really shouldn’t be.
She was pressing her hips back against his hand unconsciously-not wildly but with tight little pushes. And it felt, for all the world, like her eyes were going to roll back in her head.
She let out a few sobs of pleasure and effort, and she tried to concentrate on the vibrations on her clit.
“That’s right,” Lionel breathed, watching as Chloe shook and writhed in front of him, “You like to feel me this way, don’t you?”
“Eh eh heh,” Chloe rasped, feeling her whole body-every part of her-tense up in preparation. “Gonna come.”
“That’s right, baby. I can feel how tight you are. Come for me now.” Then Lionel pushed against her clit with the vibrator even harder.
Chloe came with a loud sob, feeling spasms of pleasure overtake her. Her body convulsed clumsily in her awkward position, and she clamped down around Lionel’s finger, squeezing it more tightly than she ever did with her other channel.
The orgasm lasted a long time, and it wiped Chloe out. She collapsed forward, barely catching herself on her arms before her face planted into the mattress.
Her muscles had pushed out Lionel’s finger, and he lowered the vibrator, turning it off as he retrieved his hand from the descent of her body.
When she’d caught enough of her breath to move, she realized that she wasn’t up for too many more rounds of this but that she had no idea how many Lionel had in mind.
Summoning the remnants of her will and her energy, she pulled herself up and flopped against Lionel’s chest. Reaching down, she found his very hard cock and stroked it slowly. “Do you think we can take care of you now? Please?”
She could feel how tensely he was holding himself. She knew he must be ready for release. And she was still faintly hoping-after Lionel had regained the power he felt like he'd lost-she might be able to still enjoy a brief cuddle in the softness of afterglow.
He stroked her damp hair-with the hand that had been holding the vibrator. “I’m not about to object to that.” She sighed in relief as he added, “I was hoping, however, that I could make you come at least once more.”
Given his particular mood, she couldn’t have expected anything else. But, feeling an encouragement that maybe the end was in sight, she smiled against his chest. “Well, I suppose I could muddle through one more.”
He chuckled slightly and leaned over to the bedside table again. Chloe, who’d straightened up when he moved, frowned as she tried to figure out what he was getting.
He wiped his hand with a tissue and then pulled out a second vibrator, but he laid it aside before she could question it or worry too much about it.
The same couldn’t be said when he pulled out a tube of lubricant.
She stared at it. Stared up at his face. Then stared back down at the lube.
“I was hoping,” he explained slowly, “That we might try again tonight.”
She didn’t need anymore explanation than that. Any faint hope she had left of having the kind of evening she wanted-she needed-died in a kind of dazed inevitability.
“Oh.”
“It’s up to you, of course. But we just had one false start. I think it’s worth trying again.”
They’d gotten as far as anal sex only once before-a few months ago now. Chloe had been so nervous and freaked out that she hadn’t been able to relax, making the whole thing very uncomfortable. Lionel had ended up stopping before they’d gotten very far, which had disappointed him and had humiliated her. The whole thing was something she’d rather not remember.
Much less try to recreate.
“I don’t know,” she began, feeling her stomach start to churn unpleasantly.
When she didn’t say any more, Lionel added, in a mild voice that never sounded humble, “We’ll try. If it starts to hurt, or if you don’t like it, all you have to do is tell me to stop.”
He was ostensibly giving her control, but it didn’t feel that way to Chloe. It felt like she was being pushed forward by an immovable force and fighting against it would only get her trampled.
She knew Lionel would stop if she told him to, but she was starting to wonder if she would ever tell him to stop.
“Okay. How should I . . .” She felt awkward suddenly, sitting on the bed beside him, even though she wasn’t in a particularly vulnerable position.
His eyes observant on her face, he replied, “Why don’t you get on your knees again?” He helped adjust her body, until she was sitting on her knees and leaning forward with her hands on the pillow. On an afterthought, he grabbed a couple of the other pillows and eased them under Chloe’s hips, so she wouldn’t have to work so hard at supporting herself.
She looked over her shoulder at him anxiously and was surprised when he smiled at her almost fondly. “Chloe, really. I’m not going to grab you and force my way in. I think I better warm you up a little first.”
“Oh.” She was starting to feel kind of stupid-about everything-and she tried to summon up the kind of raunchy heat she’d always felt with Lionel in the past. Feeling a fleeting flicker of irony, she asked, “How do you suggest you do that?”
He chuckled and moved into a position behind her, pulling her torso back up until it was pressing against his chest. One of his arms draped across her belly, holding her against him snugly. The other hand stroked her breasts. “Chloe, you need to try to relax a little.”
“I know,” she groaned, leaning against him and enjoying the much needed warmth and support of his body. She could feel his erection nudging against her, but it wasn’t an intentional advance, and the familiar feeling began to conjure up the beginnings of a new wave of arousal. “I’m sorry. I’m being silly. I’m just nervous . . . because of last time.”
It was more than just last time that was making her nervous, but the chaos in her mind was too complicated for her to articulate, even to herself.
“I know you are.” Lionel nuzzled her neck, his rough skin scraping against hers. “But this will be better than last time. I promise.”
She believed him. She wanted to believe him. And she didn’t have the energy to do anything else.
So she let him tease her body into deeper arousal, which didn’t take long since she was already primed from her earlier orgasms. Then she let him ease her forward until she was back in position.
She was looking back at him, so she saw him pick up the vibrator-the one they’d been using before, not the other one he’d removed from the drawer-and he brought it down. “Ease your hips up a little off the pillows,” he instructed. “So I can get to your clit.”
Relieved at that familiar routine, Chloe lifted her bottom so that Lionel could fit his hand underneath and hold the vibrator to her clit. It wasn’t long until she was whimpering and pumping her pelvis in her growing need for release. When she could feel the pleasure starting to take shape into the beginnings of an orgasm, Lionel slid the head of the vibrator backward, away from her clit.
He played around her wet entrance for a few seconds, then kept sliding the little device back and into the crease of her butt.
When she felt the vibrations pushing against her other entrance, Chloe experienced a jolt of sensation and a flash of startled anxiety. She reared up, straightening her arms. “Oh!”
Lionel moved the vibrator away and stroked her gently with his free hand. “Chloe,” he murmured eventually, “If you let me do this first, it will make it a lot easier.”
“Right.” Chloe settled back into position and gave him a sheepish look over her shoulder. “Sorry. Had a little freak-out.” She was red with embarrassment, and she felt like an idiot. In every possible way.
She should just tell him to stop. She knew he would, if she said it directly. She wasn’t really up for this tonight, and she didn’t know why she had agreed to it. But it felt this was inevitable. Like she was trapped and couldn’t get out.
Lionel had been slicking up the vibrator with lube, and he smiled as he moved it back into position. “Think about how you like my finger. This isn’t much bigger than that.”
He held it against her entrance again and waited for her to relax her muscles.
Chloe took a few deep breaths and made herself release her hold.
The vibrator wasn’t as big as his cock, but it was definitely bigger than his finger.
And it vibrated.
Chloe whimpered as he slid the slim device inside her, slid it out, applied more lubricant, then slid it back in.
It didn’t hurt at all. But it felt so incredibly strange. And the strange intrusion combined with the gentle vibrations against her very tight walls sent intense and entirely new sensations coursing through her body.
Panting erratically, she tried to get used to the feeling, squirming her hips and stretching her back.
“That's right. Good girl.” Lionel was stroking and squeezing her right butt cheek, and he began to pump the vibrator smoothly inside her. “That’s not bad, is it?”
“No,” she choked, feeling a strange, new rhythm developing in the instinctive motion of her pelvis. “Feels . . .” She grunted, as it suddenly felt like he’d managed to hit her g-spot. “Good.”
“Good,” Lionel repeated, like he was trying to soothe a spooked animal. “Do you think you can manage to reach your clit?”
Chloe was resting on her arms, and she was concentrating so much on adjusting to her confused feelings that it took her a minute to figure out what he’d just ask. “Oh.” She eased her shoulders up some and squeezed one of her hands down between her groin and the pillow. “Yeah.”
“Rub yourself off some more, so we can get you even more relaxed,” Lionel directed, intensifying the speed at which he was pumping the vibrator. “But don’t come yet.”
Chloe did as he’d instructed and rubbed her clit as well as she could in her position. The additional stimulation helped a lot, and she felt the bizarre intensity she’d felt earlier transform into the shape of a growing orgasm.
“Eh, eh,” she grunted, using her free arm to brace herself and resting her cheek against the pillow. “Fuck, Lionel. It’s working.”
The climax that was developing inside her was deep and full and powerful-with an added component she just wasn’t used to-but just as her fingers on her clit were getting frantic, Lionel pulled the vibrator out of her ass.
“Don’t come, baby,” he said again. He raised himself up on his knees and moved behind her with the lube in his hand. “Are you comfortable enough?”
She wasn’t comfortable at all. But it wasn’t likely to get any better than this. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Lionel squeezed out a substantial amount of lubricant on his hands, then rubbed it along her crease, her entrance, and-when she let his fingers in-her back channel.
Then he lubed up his cock, and she peered over her shoulder as he lined it up in the appropriate place.
She saw a glimpse of the expression in his eyes then, as he stared down at his cock, poised to enter her like this.
And, despite his patience and slow, mild manner, she remembered why he was doing this. The burn in his eyes and the flare of his nostrils were pleased, dominant, and demanding.
It had taken him a while to get here, but Lionel was finally getting what he wanted.
Noticing her observation, his eyes softened and he said, “You need to talk to me, Chloe. Tell me if anything hurts. Tell me if I go too fast.”
She nodded mutely. Then tensed up automatically as she felt the head of his erection pushing against her.
“Chloe,” Lionel murmured, “Just think about the vibrator.”
This wasn’t the vibrator. It was his cock. And it was a lot bigger. And last time he’d penetrated her like this had been terrible.
Lionel pulled back as she tensed up, released his cock and rubbed her bottom in a strong massage. “It’s going to be better this time,” he said at last, as if he’d once again read her mind. “But not unless you’re able to relax some more. I’m not going anywhere unless you let me in.”
“Right.” Chloe was blazing with embarrassment again. “I’m ready.”
“Next time, instead of trying to relax, when you feel me there, try to push out.”
Chloe gulped. “What?”
Lionel’s lips quirked, and he gave her a significant look. “You know what I mean.”
She did know what he meant. And it made her flush even hotter.
She had a brief moment of panic-a different kind of panic this time-but she reassured herself with the knowledge that she’d gone to the bathroom that afternoon and there wasn’t likely to be anything else significant hanging around there.
Before the first time, she had been so worried about something potentially nasty happening, that she’d given herself an enema. But she was now convinced that had been part of her discomfort. Even though she’d done so a few hours early, as everything she read suggested, instead of directly beforehand, the enema had left her passage irritated and far more tender than normal. Which made the actual intercourse more painful than it had to be.
She was starting to think this might be better, even though she was left worrying some about possible traces of messiness. She tried to reassure herself that Lionel had already used his finger and the vibrator without any problem. And that he had to know the risks if he was going to put his cock there. She’d just taken a shower, and Lionel had made sure she was quite thoroughly clean.
Her mental reassurance helped . . . a little.
While she’d been convincing herself that there was nothing to be shy about, Lionel had lubed up his cock again. Before she realized he’d even lined himself up, she felt him nudging at her again. “Push out now,” he instructed.
She did as he said automatically, bearing down instead of trying to force herself to relax.
She felt the head of his cock entering her.
“Eh heh,” she whimpered, arching her neck at the unnatural feeling.
“Good, baby,” Lionel encouraged her, pushing into her about an inch, then bringing his cock back out.
He silently squeezed out more lube, rubbed it on, and then pushed into her again, this time going a little deeper.
Chloe was starting to sweat, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. She whined again-an instinctive sound she couldn’t control-as she felt more of his hard cock inside her.
Then the pressure was suddenly relieved when he slid out again.
After lubing up yet again, he pushed into her a third time, going even deeper. He repeated the pattern three more times, adding more lube at every retreat and always halting when Chloe began to whimper.
She fell into a blurred daze as the cycle continued, losing track of specifics as she concentrated on opening herself up and not freaking out.
Until, before she was really prepared, Lionel was inside of her all the way, buried in her very tight channel, filling her so intensely that her brain could barely process it.
The only sound she could make was a choked sob.
Lionel was on his knees behind her, his folded legs parted on either side of hers. He was leaning over her back now, and she could feel everything about him: his heat, his tense presence, his chest against her bare back, his thighs brushing against hers, his heavy breathing, and occasionally his hair.
And his cock. His cock all the way inside her.
“Oh, yes,” Lionel hissed as he sank into her completely, his hands coming around to the pillow, finding her wrists, and then adjusting her arms until he had a tight grip on her hands. “Fuck, yes. Chloe, so good. So tight.”
She’d never heard him sound so out of control before, and she would have been shocked had she been able to concentrate on the idea.
She couldn’t think clearly enough to sort it out, however. She couldn’t do anything but feel. Everything.
She felt like some kind of sweating, panting, primitive creature. Nothing at all like Chloe.
She still heard herself sobbing. Not true crying and with no tears, but she couldn’t stop making those helpless sobs in her throat.
After a minute, Lionel seemed to have found his control again. He pulled his shoulders up and straightened his arms. Rasped, “Baby, you need to tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not,” Chloe choked, wriggling her hips and almost surprised that she could still move. “Doesn’t hurt.”
It didn’t hurt. She could feel herself very tightly stretched, but it wasn’t even horribly uncomfortable.
It was just so, so much.
She wriggled some more and struggled to catch and slow her breathing. This was as far as they’d gotten last time, when Lionel had realized it wasn’t going to work and pulled out of her.
But he wasn’t pulling out this time. Her wiggling must be getting to him because she heard him grunt and suck in an urgent breath.
“Are you ready for me to start moving?” he asked, adjusting his body behind her again in order to get in a position with more leverage.
“Yeah.” She wasn’t ready for anything but there wasn’t anything else for her to do. She fisted her hands in the pillow so she could cling to it desperately. Then she lowered her face and made a few loud whimpers into the pillow as she felt him make his first, tight thrust.
It still didn’t hurt. They’d used plenty of lubrication and he was moving inside her pretty easily. But it felt like thousands of nerve endings were firing all at once, and the stretched, overly full sensation intensified.
“All right?” He held himself still again, waiting for her response.
Chloe managed to turn her head slightly so the pillow wouldn’t muffle her response. “Yeah. I’m good.”
She wasn’t good. She didn’t know what she was.
He started to work up a rhythm, neither hard nor particularly fast. But he was panting desperately behind her as he pumped his cock inside her ass, and she could hear him moan occasionally or swear under his breath when she tightened her muscles or shifted beneath him.
She tried to get used to it. It was the same bizarre, overly deep feeling she’d experienced with his finger and the vibrator, but it was far more intense this time. As he continued, the slight physical discomfort eased completely, and it was replaced by a building pressure at her center that was vaguely familiar but also entirely new.
After checking with her a couple of times, Lionel let himself work up to a faster rhythm. He was starting to grunt softly now-a sound he rarely made-as his pelvis slapped against the flesh of her ass. And his thrusts were starting to shake the bed.
“Eh heh!” she gasped, clawing at the pillow until she found the headboard and started to push against it. Her body was moving with his, her ass pushing back against him involuntarily. “Eh heh heh.”
“Fuck, yes,” Lionel rasped. “How is it?”
“Eh!” It was the only response she seemed to be capable of. The strange, full feeling was driving her crazy. Her hair was sticking all over her face, and it felt like her eyes might explode. Whimpering, she felt herself helplessly trapped between the headboard and Lionel’s thrusts.
“Can you come?”
Her eyes were blurring over, and she was genuinely afraid she was going to crumble. “Not,” she choked, “From . . . just this.”
Lionel made a strange, strangled sound, but he shifted to wrap one of his arms around her middle. His thrusting lessened by necessity as he started to pull her upper body up toward his chest.
She rose for him willingly, making a whining sound at the shift in positions. Then she heard something. It took the noise a while to get through the thick glaze in her mind.
Then she jerked. “No,” she whimpered, looking back blindly for the vibrator she heard. “Been in my butt.”
“Not this one,” Lionel huffed out. He must be sweating as much as she was; his body was hot and damp behind her. “This is the other one.”
Through foggy eyes, Chloe saw that he was holding the second vibrator he’d pulled out of the drawer.
“M’kay,” she mumbled, writhing against him as his cock felt like it was splaying her from behind.
He lowered it to her clit and held it there, rocking them both with a forward roll of his pelvis.
“Eh heh heh!” Chloe sobbed, her voice loud and uncontrolled as the vibrations slammed into her swollen clit.
“Can you hold it there?” Lionel brought one of Chloe’s hands up and positioned it over the vibrator.
She nodded through her helpless whines and held on to the vibrator as Lionel eased her upper body back down to the bed.
Bracing herself once more on her free forearm, Chloe buried her face in the pillow again, nearly screaming as Lionel once more began to thrust.
“Let me hear you, baby,” Lionel demanded, his voice so strained she thought it might break.
She lifted her chin but didn’t turn her head to the side. Her hot breath wafted around her face as she panted frantically into the pillow. “Oh, God!” she cried, “It’s . . . oh, God . . .. I can’t . . .”
She couldn’t form any coherent thoughts at this point. She was bombarded with too many sensations, and she felt utterly powerless against them.
“Yes, you can,” Lionel murmured thickly, leaning over her again. “Chloe, let go. Let go. I need you to come.”
She knew why he needed her to come. His pelvis was bumping against her ass almost clumsily now, and his body was so tight it was shaking. He was on the verge of coming, but he would never come without her.