“Gonna be honest with you, Des, I haven't done this with a guy in years, so be gentle, yeah?”
“Uhh...” The condom was sat on top of his erection, and then rolling down...down. “Y-yeah. Yeah.”
“Fuck, it's too big.” Rebecca swore, and then her other hand was there, warm and slippery. Desmond raised himself onto his elbows.
“What?”
“The condom's too big. Lucy was lying.” Rebecca said, and played with the loose latex for a second before shrugging and raising into a kneeling position.
“Lucy talked about my dick?” Desmond asked, flabbergasted, and Rebecca nodded as she braced her legs either sides of his hips and reached beneath herself to steady his cock.
“Yeah. I think it was just to freak out Shaun though. He's really uptight about all of...this.” She lowered herself down, the soft head of Desmond hard cock pressing against her tight opening before slipping away through his inner lips, pushed away by unrelenting muscles. Desmond moaned as she grunted and re-positioned. He could feel her heat through the layer of latex between them, and could just hear how wet it all was as he slid over her.
“He uh...seems it – oh God!” He slipped away again.
“Yeah, puts a pillow on your lap as soon as you're in the Animus and everything. Doesn't even-” She hissed a curse as Desmond's member eluded her again, “-wait for you get hard any more and could your cock just get in me already!?”
Desmond blanched. She wanted him to take the initiative. Wonderful. Just what he needed. Now if he came quickly he would be less likely to get away with blaming her. Oh, and did she just say that Shaun was the one putting that pillow on his dick every day!? He could have sworn that was Lucy!
“Uhh, yeah just... lie down, lie down.” Desmond shuffled out of the way as she occupied his place with a huff of air, sprawled out and possibly fed-up. “And uh...lie on your side.”
“On my side?” Rebecca asked, raising an eyebrow as Desmond sat awkwardly to her left.
“Yeah.”
There was a rather long pause.
“Fine.” She rolled over so that her back faced him.
Despite being unimpressed, he was sorely reminded of how little time they had spent fucking and how much time they had spent wasting everyone's time. He shuffled over to her.
“Bend your knees towards your chest.” He said, and she curled them up. He placed a hand on the leg closest to him and pushed it up higher, and in his other hand held his cock steady. By now his erection was flagging. He cursed its timing as he stroked it back to life with a few twists of his wrist, and then pressed the tip to her opening. “That's it.” He murmured, and then pressed in.
He encountered resistance for a fraction of a second, and then finally eased in. Rebecca hissed beneath him like an angry snake. She was hot, tight, slick, clenching around him like a boa around its prey. He panted, hunched over her as she remained surprisingly prone and refused to tense up. His hips rolled, and another inch slipped in. She allowed herself a small gasp and yelp, and Desmond stilled.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah just...just wait a moment...” Rebecca said, biting her lip.
Desmond remained tortuously still, and rested a hand by her head for support as she breathed heavily, slowly relaxing. She nodded, and then hissed with pain again.
“I didn't even do anything!”
“Your hand is on my hair!”
“Oh...sorry.” He quickly moved it, and then pressed his hips forwards again, thrusting gently and shallowly.
The Rotor {3.c/?}
“Uhh...” The condom was sat on top of his erection, and then rolling down...down. “Y-yeah. Yeah.”
“Fuck, it's too big.” Rebecca swore, and then her other hand was there, warm and slippery. Desmond raised himself onto his elbows.
“What?”
“The condom's too big. Lucy was lying.” Rebecca said, and played with the loose latex for a second before shrugging and raising into a kneeling position.
“Lucy talked about my dick?” Desmond asked, flabbergasted, and Rebecca nodded as she braced her legs either sides of his hips and reached beneath herself to steady his cock.
“Yeah. I think it was just to freak out Shaun though. He's really uptight about all of...this.” She lowered herself down, the soft head of Desmond hard cock pressing against her tight opening before slipping away through his inner lips, pushed away by unrelenting muscles. Desmond moaned as she grunted and re-positioned. He could feel her heat through the layer of latex between them, and could just hear how wet it all was as he slid over her.
“He uh...seems it – oh God!” He slipped away again.
“Yeah, puts a pillow on your lap as soon as you're in the Animus and everything. Doesn't even-” She hissed a curse as Desmond's member eluded her again, “-wait for you get hard any more and could your cock just get in me already!?”
Desmond blanched. She wanted him to take the initiative. Wonderful. Just what he needed. Now if he came quickly he would be less likely to get away with blaming her. Oh, and did she just say that Shaun was the one putting that pillow on his dick every day!? He could have sworn that was Lucy!
“Uhh, yeah just... lie down, lie down.” Desmond shuffled out of the way as she occupied his place with a huff of air, sprawled out and possibly fed-up. “And uh...lie on your side.”
“On my side?” Rebecca asked, raising an eyebrow as Desmond sat awkwardly to her left.
“Yeah.”
There was a rather long pause.
“Fine.” She rolled over so that her back faced him.
Despite being unimpressed, he was sorely reminded of how little time they had spent fucking and how much time they had spent wasting everyone's time. He shuffled over to her.
“Bend your knees towards your chest.” He said, and she curled them up. He placed a hand on the leg closest to him and pushed it up higher, and in his other hand held his cock steady. By now his erection was flagging. He cursed its timing as he stroked it back to life with a few twists of his wrist, and then pressed the tip to her opening. “That's it.” He murmured, and then pressed in.
He encountered resistance for a fraction of a second, and then finally eased in. Rebecca hissed beneath him like an angry snake. She was hot, tight, slick, clenching around him like a boa around its prey. He panted, hunched over her as she remained surprisingly prone and refused to tense up. His hips rolled, and another inch slipped in. She allowed herself a small gasp and yelp, and Desmond stilled.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah just...just wait a moment...” Rebecca said, biting her lip.
Desmond remained tortuously still, and rested a hand by her head for support as she breathed heavily, slowly relaxing. She nodded, and then hissed with pain again.
“I didn't even do anything!”
“Your hand is on my hair!”
“Oh...sorry.” He quickly moved it, and then pressed his hips forwards again, thrusting gently and shallowly.