[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 148 & 149. (Patreon)

Chapter 148: Sex, limits and options.

The first half of our three hours in the room was gone, and I was still inside Mila without giving her a chance to rest. I thrust into her as she lay on her back with a couple of pillows under her that raised her hips.

Holding her by the sides, I pushed in slowly and aimed for a shallow spot I discovered she loved. Mila squirmed despite her exhaustion, her breasts swaying and jiggling along with her movements, yet they remained mostly in place thanks to her bra. She weakly scratched at the bed sheets, eyes closed and chest heaving from her deep breaths.

Her voice came out in gasps, repeating a single word. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Mila came again. Her hips spasmed and quivered, her shoulders rotated through the tension, her pussy pulsed and sucked me deeper in, begging. But I pulled out and sat down, looking at her.

She was still in her new set of lingerie. She looked too hot to get her out of it. I could see her naked anytime –that was a crazy thought still– but she’d bought this so I could fuck her in it, and dammit, I did!

With a shaking hand, Mila set aside the pillows below her and struggled to her stomach. Pointing her ass towards me, she looked at me with half-lidded eyes and spread her legs to show me her still quivering pussy. Her body glistered with a thin layer of sweat under the dim lighting.

I swallowed and moved forward. I got on top of her, held my dick and…

…

I kissed Mila’s shoulder. “You need a rest,” I told her close to her ear.

“I’m fine,” she said softly. “I want more. You want more, too.”

I swallowed. My dick throbbed with the need of an orgasm. I’d come three times. Twice inside Mila’s mouth, once in her pussy. And I still wanted more. Much, much more. Mila alone was enough to light a scorching fire in me, but in that lingerie she lit a blazing inferno.

“I don’t doubt you want more, but you need a rest. And water. We still have about an hour left, don’t worry.”

She frowned. “Have we really been here for two hours already? Time flies.” She smiled regretfully. I mirrored it. Only one more hour and we’d have to go to our own homes.

I got up and went to get our water bottles. Mila struggled to sit up. Even her arms were a little weak from when she rode me cowgirl with her hands on the bed for support.

She started fixing her bra and her thong, so I spoke. “If it’s uncomfortable, why don’t you take it off?”

“But you like it.”

I chuckled. “I love it,” I admitted, passing her the water bottle. “But there’s no point if it’s uncomfortable.”

“It’s not,” she said, yet started to undo the bra. “I’m just too sweaty right now.”

We’d been dating for over two weeks by now, but our… physical relationship had begun about a month ago. It was still incredible to think we’d grow so comfortable together that being butt naked in front of each other wasn’t that big a deal anymore.

I sat cross legged next to her on the bed, but she moved so she was sitting on my lap, facing me. Her nipples rubbed my chest, and my still hard cock pressed and twitched against her stomach, but she ignored it. Or tried to. She was probably debating whether to wait, start sucking on it, or simply sink into it again.

“I love you,” I told her. “You don’t need to push yourself.”

“...I am and I’m not,” Mila admitted, grimacing. “I do want more, but my body can’t keep up. And satisfying you alone is impossible.”

I flinched and grimaced, her words triggering the memory of the reason for Thomas and Lyla’s breakup. “I’m satisfied,” I quickly told her.

“This says otherwise,” Mila pouted, gently pushing my shaft with her finger. “I’m not complaining, and I’m not taking it personally, either. Even when Sarah, Grace and I are together, you still outlast us.”

I set my water bottle aside and held her cheeks, gently, caressing them. “I love this, Mila. I love doing this with you. With Grace. With Sarah. With you three. I love it.”

Mila let out a resigned sigh before she laughed. “Imagine if other girls heard me complain that my boyfriend is too peerless. You’d have the whole school after you, you stud!”

I laughed awkwardly. Sometimes, the girls would joke like that. I mean, saying things along the lines of ‘Hey, that girl is checking you out!’ or ‘Do you think she’s cute?’, or even ‘Hey, I bet that girl likes you.’ Once, Grace even asked me if I had a crush on someone other than them before I started dating them. They were either teasing me, testing my faithfulness, or both. But sometimes, when one of those jokes overlapped with a flash of my sixth sense, I had the faint feeling that… maybe it wasn’t teasing or a joke.

…

…

No, No. I couldn’t be thinking that. I was dating three girls. Who in their right mind would ask for more? Who in their right mind would risk ruining the best thing that has happened in their life? Anyone who did had not heard the fable of the goose that laid the golden eggs.

“Hey, Oliver?”

“Hm?”

“Ever thought of… doing butt stuff?” She asked me. I stared at her, blankly, expectantly, until she finally added, “To a girl.”

“Oh thank God!” I let out a huge sigh of relief. It took all that I had not to freak out when I heard her.

“I take it you don’t want anything up your butt?” she asked me, grinning teasingly and tracing a finger along my chin.

“I don’t,” I said. “I m-mean… if YOU wanted to d-do something to me, t-then I… I could at least… try?”

Mila burst out laughing before she kissed me hard on the lips. “Seriously, you’re the cutest! No, Oliver. I don’t want to do that to you. I was wondering if… you’ve ever wanted to try anal with a girl.”

“...No, I don’t think I’d want to try that, either. It sounds kind of gro…” I stopped my stupid mouth when I saw Mila’s face fall.

“I see,” she said, looking to the side.

I’m an imbecile, aren’t I? See? The risk of speaking more, without thinking, means you’re bound to say something stupid at one point or another.

“Do you want to try anal, Mila?” I asked, turning her face to look back at me.

“No.” She turned her face away again.

“I’ve never had an interest, and I do think it’s a little gross.” No use hiding my slipup. “But I’ve also never had a reason to be interested, and when you think about it, sex itself is kind of gross, right?” I chuckled. “I mean, we’re both sweaty right now.”

That got a little laugh out of Mila.

“If you want to try, then I’m interested.”

She looked at me like a begging puppy. “Are you sure?”

“Only if you’re honest with me and tell me you want to.”

Mila kissed my cheek and rested her chin on my shoulder. “I was… reading one of Grace’s book suggestions. I had kind of forgotten anal was a thing until a certain scene happened. I got… curious.”

“Just curious?”

Mila puffed her flushing cheeks. “I want you to fuck my ass, Oliver!”

I could’ve laughed, but it looked like she’d be mad if I did. “Now?”

“N-No. Not now. They… They kind of worked their way up to it in the book.” Her hand went to my shaft. She stroked it while looking at it, seeing it in a whole new light. “I don’t think I could take this without trying something smaller, first.”

I nodded. “When you’re comfortable, then.”

Mila smiled. “Thank you.”

She kissed me, slipping her tongue inside my mouth and leading my hands to her tits. It was all a set up. With my hands so busy, I couldn’t stop her when she sank down on my cock again. The feeling of that scorching wetness on my cock filled me with happiness.

“Enough resting,” she said, gasping. “Keep fucking my brains out.”

We rocked our hips in sync, holding each other close and sharing deep, wet kisses on the creaking bed. I moved both my hands down Mila’s curves and settled them on her ass. Then, while moving slower, I pressed one of my fingers against her butthole.

Mila tensed up, broke the kiss but didn’t pull away. “Oliver…”

I began to rub her there, without trying to push in. Mila closed her eyes, hugged me and let herself feel it while my cock throbbed in her pussy. She rocked her hips with slow movements, burying her face in my shoulder and kissing my neck.

“Why does everything you do feel so good?” she asked, not really expecting an answer. Which was good, because I didn’t have one. I continued like that for a long while, driving Mila to a couple more orgasms, one stronger than the previous.

“Come, Oliver.” She started pushing her hips down on me with more force. “Don’t let me be the only one feeling good. Come!”

Mila’s pussy began to grip me tighter, coiling around me, sucking me in. Her cervix pushed on the tip of my cock. I worked just as Mila wanted to. I burst inside her, filling her pussy with thick cum and lifting her to yet another climax.

Mila squirmed on top of me, kissing my cheeks over and over. “Use me more,” she whispered tiredly. “We still have some time, right?”

I pushed Mila down on the bed and dove right back in.

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Chapter 149: Intermission - Sarah’s musings.

Sarah scrolled down the webpage she was browsing, chin resting on her free hand and her elbow propped on her desk in her bedroom. Her eyes narrowed at her computer screen with mild annoyance.

It was 11:20 pm on a Saturday, so her siblings, all dead tired from playing with their cousins all afternoon, were already asleep in their rooms. Her parents should be, too, but even so, Sarah made sure like three times that she had locked her bedroom door properly.

Eyeing her phone again, she took it and read the message Mila had sent 20 minutes ago,

-Mila: It worked even better than I hoped. I think I can confirm he has a lingerie fetish. He was a beast! More than usual, if you can believe it. He didn’t take it off me. It was AMAZING.

Wasn’t it always? Anyway, Sarah understood.

That was sent to the group chat that only had Mila, Grace and Sarah. They had made a new one to have Oliver in it when they started hanging out, but this one had existed for years. Sarah looked at the picture Mila had sent hours before, showing only the black set of underwear she’d bought.

Grumbling, she set her phone aside and continued browsing the lingerie section of the same site Mila had used. She frowned at every picture.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Nothing would suit her! Or at least, nothing… special. The bra and panties sets she liked were all black, and Mila had already worn black. The babydolls seemed more like Grace’s style. She was probably buying one right now, too. There were nice purple bras and panties she was sure Oliver would love to see her in, but…

Okay, stupidest complaint ever coming through, but Oliver loved to see her in anything! Not in the sense that he pretended to like it, but he genuinely did! He was SO EASY to please it was almost annoying.

Sarah’s chest tightened at the thought. If she wanted him to pamper her, all she needed to do was get a little flirty, undo a couple of buttons of her shirt or lift her skirt a tiny bit. He’d be all over her in seconds. But that wasn’t the reason she was browsing for new lingerie, of course. It was because Mila had confirmed what they suspected: their boyfriend loved sexy underwear, even if had never explicitly said it.

Sarah was looking for something that would make his eyes pop out, that would make him drool for her! That was what made it so fucking difficult! He already drooled for her, and she could NOT believe she was complaining about that!

“How do I make you happier, you idiot?” she grumbled to herself, eyes gliding over a pink lace bodysuit and dismissing it by the time she scrolled down. It wouldn’t look good on her. Pink wasn’t her color.

Sarah’s heart raced at emotions that had never been so strong before, at feelings that had never been there. She wanted to pamper him, she wanted to be pampered and spoiled rotten. She wanted to let him do as she wanted with her, because everything he did was out of this world. It reached the point where she started feeling… inadequate.

Everything he did made Sarah feel so damn good that she didn’t think she was doing the same for him. Oliver would deny it to the depths of hell, she was sure, but the feeling was there.

She gave up the search for the moment and threw herself back on her bed, bouncing once.

“How do I show him that I love him?” she groaned, frustrated, cheeks burning. If Grace heard her, she’d laugh. And hug her.

Sarah had only recently remembered a conversation she’d had with her mother a few years back. She’d forgotten they’d had it, but the contents lingered in the back of her mind.

It was a warning from her mother to her. To be careful and know that infatuation was not the same as love. Infatuation was amazing, she said. You feel as if you’re on cloud nine. Everything is perfect. He’s perfect. Every moment with him is perfect. And it is during those moments that you can make the worst mistakes. Sarah had forgotten that when it mattered, and it had hurt her.

She’d been on her toes when she got serious about Oliver because… Because everything she felt for him was ten, twenty times stronger than anything she’d felt for any other guy. The overwhelming sex was just the start, for God’s sake! That earth-shattering, incomparable pleasure he gave her was only one –the first, admittedly– of many reasons.

The way he looked at her with those dark, gray eyes when she talked, like he heard, understood and loved every stupid word that came out of her mouth. His smile, gentle and charming and adorable all at the same time, and without even trying. The effort he put into his own growth, pushing himself out of his comfort zone time and time again despite his crippling fear of people. His… mouth-watering body.

Shit, the mental images made her get goosebumps all over. By definition, this was just infatuation. Strong, blinding and dangerous infatuation. There was only one thing that let her throw away all precautions and pretenses, and that was the overwhelming… practically paranormal knowledge that Oliver reciprocated her feelings one to one.

That playboy with three girlfriends, who had only minutes ago been balls-deep inside one of her best friends in the whole world, loved Sarah from head to toe with as much passion as she did him and proved it with everything he did. The only reason he was with Mila at the hotel was because he felt exactly the same for her.

“Shit…” Sarah bit her lip and slid her hand inside her dolphin shorts. Already she felt the moistness of her lower lips.

Her mind conjured vivid images.

First came memories. Memories of her Oliver taking her here, on her bed, then taking her down in the kitchen from behind. She had put her arms on the kitchen counter and moaned her approval while he firmly held her hips and drove that magnificent, long, thick shaft inside her. Her fingers slid inside as the memory of their foursome in Grace’s bedroom played in her mind.

Then came the fantasies. Images of what she wished she could do with Oliver. What she wished Oliver would do to her. She wanted to suck his dick under a table, somewhere, anywhere, in public. She wanted to take him to a party and sneak off for a quick fuck in the bathroom while everyone else danced. She wanted to fuck in his bedroom, maybe with his sister in the adjacent room, only so he could have a bit of payback. There, she would moan loudly, scream his name over and over, praise him and his peerless cock.

Her fingers reached deeper. Tried to. They were her own fingers, not his. By now, it was like he knew her pussy better than she did. His fingers worked true magic, on a guitar and women both.

A light, healthy pang of jealousy hit Sarah. Mila had been with him just a while ago. She had him to herself, just how Sarah wanted him now. And the thought made her mind paint other pictures.

Mila under Oliver, that gorgeous silver hair of hers made a disheveled mess. She’d seen them fuck plenty of times. She knew how into it those two could get, though she wasn’t any different. Mila moaned sweetly into Oliver’s mouth, making out as if they wanted to eat each other. Oliver’s large cock bottomed out inside her friend’s pussy, making lewd sound as their hips met over and over.

Still biting her lip, eyes closed to better see the mental images, Sarah smiled as her finger found a nice spot. Even finding it, her fingers didn’t work Oliver’s magic.

“Oliver…” Sarah mumbled lowly. “I love you. You can have Mila. And Grace.” Her fingers worked hard, desperately to the images of her boyfriend fucking her best friends. Grace’s huge tits would swing wildly if Oliver didn’t love holding them and sucking on them so hard. “Then you can have me. All of me…” She swallowed. She was getting close. So close. “Shit. You can have others, baby…”

And suddenly the pictures changed. No longer was Oliver fucking Mila, or Grace, or her. He was in his bedroom, fucking Alice. They embraced each other like they were meant to be together, no idea whose limb belonged to whom. Olivier drove his cock inside Alice with as much passion as he did any of them, and the student president moaned his name and held him as if afraid to let go.

That image came as a shock, but she was so, so close she couldn’t dismiss it. If she did, her orgasm would leave her, so she kept the image clear in her mind. Oliver ravaged Alice like he would her, and Alice screamed her pleasure filled with ecstasy. Sarah’s body tensed, but only slightly. It was a nice orgasm, not at all like what Oliver could do to her, sadly. It only made her crave him more.

Sarah sat up with a blank expression, cheeks burning, unable to unsee the image of Oliver and Alice. Post-orgasmic clarity began to wash over her. She blinked, and kept her mind on the clear image still, expecting… to hate it. But she didn’t.

Oliver and Alice.

There were… worst things to be into, she supposed.