Dirty Zero

reached my face he leaned close, his green eyes gazed into mine, he whispered, “So beautiful,” before closing his eyes and pressing his lips firmly against mine. It wasn’t a slow tender kiss like earlier, this was a passionate, hard kiss. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He grabbed my hair again, and pulled me away “I think it’s time to move onto the next level.”
    He went back to the nightstand but this time he didn’t hide what he grabbed. In one hand, he had a bottle of lube and the other was a smooth glass dildo. Kneeling between my legs, he set the lube and dildo beside my hip. He reached over and got a pillow, lifting my legs and raising my ass off the mattress, he put the pillow under my lower back. He kept one of my legs in the air and lowered the other back to the bed before he picked up the lube.
    I watched as he poured it on his fingers, warming it between them before he started rubbing over my hole. He was watching my face, making sure I was okay with what he was doing. “Please,” I begged softly. I knew he got the message when he slowly inserted one finger into my ass. His finger inside me felt good but not exactly what I really wanted or needed. I may not have had much sex with another person but that didn’t mean I didn’t have a diverse toy collection. Using just the one finger, he continued to loosen me up for a few minutes, before sliding another finger in. He kept switching his gaze from my face to watch his fingers pushing in and out of me.
    Minutes later, he removed his fingers and lowered my other leg back to the bed. I whimpered in protest, wanting him to keep going. “I’m not done with your ass,” was all he said before he picked up the dildo. It looked about six inches long and only a bit thicker than one of Brian's fingers. After lubing the dildo, he rubbed it over my hole a few times before slowly pushing into me. He teased me, inserting the tip before quickly removing it. Doing that a couple times, he surprised me when he forced it all the way inside with one quick shove. He left it pushed in while he leaned down and started licking and sucking on my balls again.
    He was driving me crazy with too much stimulation and yet it still wasn't enough. He moved his mouth back to my cock and started sucking while he played with the dildo. He pulled it almost all the way out. I arched my back and cried out when he shoved two fingers in alongside the dildo. He set a fast pace, pushing in and out of my ass with strong, even thrusts.
    After a few minutes, with his hot mouth working my cock while his fingers and dildo filled my ass, he had me ready to come, even with the cock ring on. “Fuck, don’t stop!” I wished I could take back my outburst when he removed his mouth from my cock and stopped thrusting into me.
    Looking up, he grinned. “You can’t come yet, you still haven’t sung like a canary.” I was on the edge of release and had no clue why he was talking about birds. I looked at him with my pleading blue eyes. Hoping he'd take pity and finish me off. He just shook his head.
    What the hell? He was hot but it's unfortunate he can’t seem to differentiate between sex and a fucking inquisition. Oh shit, judging by his smirk falling into a scowl I was willing to bet I just thought that out loud. He removed his fingers from my ass but left the dildo.
    “You know,” he said, firmly pushing himself up so he was looking down at me. Grabbing my nipple, he twisted. I whimpered but it wasn’t from pain. I was starting to think he could make anything pleasurable. “I’m starting to think you missed the part where I said torture until secrets started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall .” I started giggling at his awful pun. “If you’re laughing I must need to get out the horse whip and electric cattle prod,” he said looking even angrier. He must not find being laughed at during sex amusing.
    “N-no,” I stuttered, happy it was from laughing so hard and not from nerves for once. Managing to get my laughter mostly under control I said, “I-I’ll talk. I swears to t-tells the truth, too!” I don’t know why I was antagonizing him, except the more agitated he got the more I relaxed and the less I thought about my aching need for release. “Here’s a secret, when I was ten I forgot to feed my pet rock, Rocky. He died and I felt so guilty I buried him out back and told my mom he ran away.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what drug I