Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Four

When I wake up, I'm cozy and warm. There's a long arm under my arm, snaked between my boobs, and tucked in at my shoulder. We're lying on our sides. The feel of his body pressed against mine has me wiggling and arching against him. I feel guilty because he's sleeping, so I attempt to remain still. It doesn't work and I wiggle more.

A sleepy voice asks, "Are you trying to get up?" He doesn't let go.

"No." I snuggle back in.

"So you're trying to get fucked then?" he asks.

"No—I mean, yes!"

"Be still," he says and I do try.

It lasts for about fifteen seconds before I'm moving again.

He untucks his hand and leisurely drags it between my breasts, trailing his fingers over my nipples. Each stands to attention and I arch my back. My ass brushes against his groin. Pinching each turgid peak causes me to grind into him. The pads of his fingers slide down my belly, circling my navel before moving lower.

He's barely touched me, but I'm dripping down my leg. A hand grabs my hip and guides me back to him, but he's very deliberately not in the right spot. He pushes against me, hard and wrapped in silky softness. Fingers stalk further down. A hand cups my pussy. One finger slides between my lips, through the slickness. "Someone's messy this morning."

Teeth drag across my neck. I mumble whispered pleas and attempt to spread my legs. He traps my legs between his and pulls me back against him. "Stop moving." When I buck again, he uncovers us and swats me hard enough to leave a handprint.

"Please fuck me. I need you," I beg.

"Slow or fast?" he asks.

"Yes," I answer.

"As much as I loved watching you slide yourself down my cock last night, I think we'll do things differently." He grinds against me and rolls me back as he moves over me.

I gaze up at him. "Good morning," I say, wrapping my legs around his hips. Pulling him down to kiss me feels natural and I don't second guess it.

"Good morning, love." He lines us up. The moment he enters me, our bodies sync. Butterfly feelings flitter through my stomach. We watch each other's faces and eyes, sometimes smiling. "If you come, you going to be okay?" He pushes in deeper, harder, rolling his hips.

"Depends how long you edge me this time," I joke. "I'll be fine. Together is better."

He bends down and sucks and bites my nipples, then pinches them. He pushes both my legs up and picks up his pace. I try to hold back but he's at an angle right now where it's just right.

"I'm getting really close," I tell him. He goes faster, harder. I meet every thrust, my hips curling into him.

Seconds before I'd have come anyway, he pinches my clit again. He thumps it and I buck against him hard, air whooshing from my lungs. His lips find mind and he eats my moans.

My body floats away, undone, and I mewl beneath him. My body contracts and releases around him so hard he's almost pushed out. He loses rhythm and closes his eyes. I place my hand on his cheek and direct his attention.

My dark god slows, but I don't want to stop. I rotate my hips and let my orgasm milk what's left of his from his body. His body shudders above me, breaths ragged. "You trying to make me black out too?"

"Maybe."

"Sex might not last long, but fuck if it isn't mindblowing," he jokes.

"Next time," I say and kiss his chest.