Free Curio by Cara McKenna Page A

gotten lodged behind his tongue.
    I let his erection go to free his belt buckle. His hand slid to where my shoulder met my neck, and the pressure was exquisite, a taste of plaintive aggression that lit me up. I freed the clasp of his slacks and lowered his zipper, his thick cock already straining at his shorts as I spread his fly open. It was my cock tonight. Mine to take, not his to offer.
    “I love this,” I said, stroking him. It was far more explicit now, one thin layer of silk between us. I could feel his skin sliding, feel his heat and the contour of his shaft and head. A damp spot darkened the fabric and all I could think was, I did this to him.
    He whimpered. “Anything you want from me, you can have.”
    “I want you to be the first man I ever take inside me.”
    I gasped as his hand covered mine, squeezing his cock through the silk. It would have scared me only a few nights ago, but it felt amazing now. This polite, poised man, driven to bossiness by what I could make him feel.
    He put his mouth to my throat, nearly kissing but not quite. His breaths were heavy and hot, as fast and rough as the strokes he made me pleasure him with. After half a minute he released my hand and pulled away.
    Through a gasp he said, “Forgive me.”
    “No, I liked it.”
    “I did not mean to be so rough.”
    “It’s good, really. I love that I’ve managed to make you that…worked up.”
    “You have. I feel crazy, I want you so badly.”
    “What do you want, when I touch you that way?” So often, we’re asking one another what we want…
    “Everything. I want to feel like the biggest, hardest cock you’ve ever had. Ever will have. I want you on top, using me. I want you on your knees before me, possessing me with your hands and eyes and your mouth. I want to hear you beg for me to take you, to come for you. Everything.”
    I shivered to realize again how in tune with me he was. I wanted such a messy mix of things too. To be both aggressive and passive, cruel and helpless. Everything, indeed. I’ve always kept myself so separate from men, now that I’ve found one I’m willing to be close to, I want to be so close to him that everything jumbles, our roles mashed and swapped and switched, two bodies twisted in a frantic heap of sweat and mangled, modified kinks. I want his weight on me, his voice in my ears, his cock inside me. Behind me, above me, beneath me, even beside me, once the sex has had its way with us.
    I like who Didier is turning me into. I like who I am with my armor stripped away. Stronger in my defenselessness.
    I felt so thankful and energized, I wanted to spoil him. Without a trace of fear, I pulled his waistband down to free him. His cock looked new again in the lamp’s weak glow, bigger now that it was bare. He watched me, watching him. As I traced a finger along the ridge his flesh twitched, as though pleading for more. For me .
    He slid his thumb under his waistband, holding it down for me. Something about this, about him presenting himself, exposing himself… His other hand palmed my shoulder. As I wrapped my fingers around him, his touch slid lower, lower, until he glanced my breast. The touch made me buck and he took his hand away.
    “It’s okay,” I said. “You’re fine. It’s just intense, having someone do that.”
    He cupped me softly and my racing pulse slowed.
    I glanced down at my hand, his cock. “I’m not quite sure how to touch you. Beyond just exploring. How do you do it, when you’re…you know.”
    “Here.” He wrapped my fingers around him, just below his head. I clasped him tightly as he directed, easing my fist up and down, up and down, at a steady, sensual pace.
    “Then when I am close, I go faster. Harder.” He squeezed my fingers tighter and sped my pulls, rougher than I’d have ever done, taking my own liberties. He took us back to the slower caresses.
    “Is that the same as when you’re inside a woman?” I asked. “Slow, then more frantic at the