Started As A Joke

Wonderland

The next day

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I've gone further than I ever thought I could. Dived down the rabbit hole. Discovered Wonderland. I'm lying in bed thinking about him and then my phone buzzed Come to my place - Lou <3

We're sitting on his couch with a few inches of space between us. 

"Do you want a scotch?" he asks.

"No."

"A beer?"

"No thanks."

"What do you want?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I was hoping you'd show me," the innuendo comes so easily, too easily. I should go.

"Ah," he says grinning again, "Perhaps I will Iove." And I'm not going anywhere because he has deleted the space between us and I can see that smile up close. His sweet breath on my cheek. I wonder what it will feel like on the rest of my body. Male breath, but that seems insignificant, Louis Tomlinson's breath, that is what matters. "What would you like to learn?"

"Last night, I want you to do that to me." I've said it and now I just need to bend over, submit. Let him fuck it all away.

"Are you sure?" he says, crystal stare piercing me.

'Yes, I'm fucking sure, I want to scream. But he doesn't look away and I begin to doubt my resolve.

"You need to be ready, I don't want to hurt you," he says. And then I know the answer and it sickens me. A foreign feeling. But with seeds in the past, smart mouth asking for punishment. Cause I want him to hurt me. I want to feel pleasure and pain and not think. Can he do that for me?

"Please?" show him I'm willing to beg. Show him I need him.

And he takes my hand and leads me towards his bedroom. He shows me the rabbit hole and I follow him down.

He takes me to his bed. The bed. The bed where everything changes. Tonight. 

He pulls me to him. Our lips connect messy and wet. Hard bodies, soft lips. At last. He pushes me to the bed and follows me down, ripping at my clothes. I pull back a little, surprised by his speed, "Come on," he says, unbuckling my belt.

"You don't muck around," I say helping him slide my pants over my hips.

"Foreplay is for women. I can touch you all night and you're not going to get wet. And," he says grinning appreciatively at my dick, "You look to be hard enough already." He gives it a little tug, making me convulse into his hand.

I think about it for a moment, remembering the cold gel from last night. And I grin back. No holding back, just physical need. Matched and met. Perfect. I pull at his clothes, unwrapping my gift.

Moments of shirts, pants, shoes and socks, then they're gone, and slick skin connects. Feel the rough hair and rippling muscles of his legs and arms. Feel the smooth tight skin of his chest. He rolls me over and pulls my waist up so I'm kneeling, legs slightly apart, my head on the bed. "That is one gorgeous bottom," he says. "Bottom, you are going to like this," and I feel his breath on my arse. His hands pull the cheeks apart and I almost buck in anticipation.

And then I do buck, away and then back. Feeling moisture and friction. Fucking hell, his tongue is in my arse. He is licking my arse. Holy shit. I'm disgusted and delighted, and so glad I cleaned myself before. There is a warm rolling pleasure filling my stomach and I'm groaning and grunting, all composure gone. When he reaches around to stroke my tight cock I almost shoot my load and end it before it's started. "Steady," he says hand on my hip. "There's more to come."

Another feeling. Fingers this time, rubbing cold gel around my hole. Cooling the heat but only for a moment. Pushing in. One finger first and I feel myself contract around it, tight. If that's one finger, how can I fit his dick? He adds another and I feel burning.

Suddenly I'm scared and I don't think I can do this. But he pushes his fingers forward and pleasure bolts up my back and down through my cock. "Fuck, what was that?"

"That is why we do this Marcie," he says and starts to push a third finger in. I wiggle to allow him access. Press there, press there, press there. Opening, stretching, and wanting more. And then he pulls his fingers out.

"Roll over," he says. I look back questioning. I thought he was going to fuck me. I need him to fuck me. "We can do it with you on your back." Oh. I didn't know that. I thought with men that it was all animalistic, back to front and biting pillows. How can I disappear when he can see my face?

But there is something beautiful and mesmerising about seeing him rear up over me. See his glistening cock. Strengthen the fear and wanting with a picture of what is to come. He pushes my legs to my chest and pushes them apart, inserting his body in between. In this foetal position, I feel safe and protected. He kisses me and I feel the pleasure below. Feel him pushing into me as my tongue pushes into his mouth.

Tears spring to my eyes, but there is this wonderful fullness to it, as he slowly slides further in and then stops. Why? Fuck me now Lou. I want it hard, want to be impaled, want it in and out and feel it, feel him. Pain and pleasure, none of this sweetness, I don't want sweetness. But he stays still. So even though I didn't want to, I try to take control. Push up and feel the pain, but he holds my hips. "Gently does it Marcie. Let yourself adjust. It won't take long." And he waits, tenderly pulsing forward, opening me until there is no more pain. He thrusts into that spot again and I think I might be happy with just the pleasure.

"I'm ready now, sir," I say and I'm telling the truth. A moment more and he pulls out and pushes back with more strength, sending bolts of pleasure up my back. Out and in again full and strong. "Yes Lou, more!" And I feel him thrust after thrust. 

And I know what it is all about. The feel of him inside me. It is the most intimate and intense thing I have ever felt and I don't want it to end. But my cock is swelling and pulsing, caressed by the friction of our stomachs slapping together. I long to touch it but I don't want it to be over. Then Lou takes charge, thrusting inside, pulling outside, sucking my mouth. Every part of him an instrument of pleasure. And a pounding swelling builds up in my stomach sending shivers and shudders across my whole body. And I'm pulsing and coming and I feel him even more intensely, clamping around him. Holding him tight, within and without. And then the pulsing contracts to one point. Contracts to his penis, shooting warm jets of liquid inside me, becoming part of me. One word pulled from my groaning lips. One word, "Louis!"

We lie entwined for a few minutes afterwards, Lou's heavy on my tingling body, his softening cock retreating from me. He rolls off and I feel empty. But coherency returns and I pull away from his clinging arms. Stretch my crumpled clothes over my clammy skin.

"You're going," he says stating the obvious, "Are you okay?"

"Fine, thanks. We must do it again," I say and climb into the light. Escape from Wonderland.