Her mouth was wrapped round my cock, and I couldn't fucking think.

She’d been at it for a few minutes now, slow and steady, eyes gazing up at me, staring into my soul. I was already close, embarrassingly close, but I didn’t want her to stop. She was good. Too good.

I was sitting back on the edge of her bed, shirt unbuttoned, jeans shoved down past my knees. She was kneeling on the carpet between my legs, dark hair falling round her face, one hand on my thigh, the other curled round the base of my cock to stroke what she didn’t have in her mouth. Her lips were slick with spit, cheeks flushed, as she bobbed back and forth.

We’d met at a club earlier that night. I'd spotted her at the bar. She had dark kohl-accented eyes, dark red lipstick, and something in her grin that told me she was trouble. I offered to buy her a drink, and she said only if I drank it with her. She flirted hard, laughed at my jokes, and touched my arm when she leaned in to talk. After two rounds, she asked if I wanted to come back to hers. I nearly bit her hand off; I was so eager to say yes.

Now here she was, lips sliding over my cock, leaving a ring of that dark red lipstick at the base, tongue fluttering up the underside.

“Fuck, Ari...” I muttered.

She moaned in response, just enough vibration to make me bite back a groan. My thighs were tensing. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her makeup was a bit of a mess already. I liked that. I liked how into it she looked. She was in control, even with my cock halfway down her throat. She knew exactly how to make me moan.

“Gonna cum,” I warned, voice rough.

She didn’t back off. Just moaned again and sucked harder. Her hand slid lower, cupping my balls with gentle fingers. That was it. I grunted and came hard, hips twitching, dick pulsing in her mouth.

She kept going, slow strokes, swallowing every bit of it with relish. When I was done, she pulled back with a quiet pop and sat back on her heels, licking her lips. She looked smug; she knew exactly what she'd just done to me.

I let out a breath. My chest was tight. “Fucking hell.”

“Yummy.” She grinned.

I laughed. Still breathless. Still hardening again already, just looking at her. She was stunning. I reached down, hand sliding onto her thigh. Skin warm. Her body tensed just a bit.

“My turn,” I said, voice rough but honest. “Lie back. Let me make you feel good.”

She gave me a quick smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Her hand came up to touch mine, soft but firm.

“You don’t have to,” she said.

“I want to, I really fucking want to.”

Another pause. She leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee, then pulled her hands back into her lap.

“Ethan. Seriously. It's alright. You don’t need to.”

I frowned. “You just sucked the soul out of me, I’m not gonna sit here and let that go one way. I want to. I want to taste you.”

That’s when I noticed it. The way she sat up straighter, jaw a bit tighter. She wasn’t just being coy. Something was going on. She looked... hesitant. Maybe nervous.

I leaned in, dropping my voice. “Did I say something wrong?”

She took a breath and let it out slowly.

“No. You didn’t. You’ve been lovely. It’s just... I’ve got to tell you something before this goes further.”

Something dropped in my chest. “Alright.” I said hesitantly. 

She paused again. Before saying, “I’m trans.”

She didn’t look at me when she said it. Eyes on the floor, fingers fidgeting in her lap. She swallowed hard. “I haven’t had surgery. I’ve still got a cock. I didn’t mean to hide it, I just didn’t know how to say it at the bar, and then... well. Things moved fast.”

She looked up at me. Her mouth was tight, waiting for me to pull away or get angry or say something cruel.

I didn’t move. I noticed as she shifted there was a distinct bulge under her dress where she was hard, I hadn’t noticed before as I was too engrossed in getting sucked off. Honestly, I think a gorilla could have climbed out of her dress, and I wouldn't have noticed during that blowjob. 

My brain stalled for a second. I had questions. I had thoughts I wasn’t ready to unpack yet. But mostly, I just looked at her.

I still saw Ari. Still saw the woman who made me laugh at the bar. Still the one who dragged me out by the belt and blew my fucking mind a few minutes ago.

She started to speak again, quick and panicked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trap you or anything. I should’ve said something. I just really liked you, and you were sweet and hot and funny, and you actually looked at me like…”

“Ari,” I said, cutting her off.

She went quiet. I reached for her hand again. This time she let me take it.

“It’s OK.”

She blinked.

“I don’t know exactly what I feel. I’m working it out. But I know I want you. That hasn’t changed.”

Her shoulders dropped, just slightly. “You’re not freaked out?” she asked, voice quieter now.

“I’m surprised,” I said. “But I’m not angry.  You’re gorgeous. I still want to keep going. I’m just not sure how.”

She let out a shaky laugh. Something in her face softened.

“Alright,” she said. “We can talk about that.”

I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, and she kissed me back like she’d been holding her breath since she told me. I could feel her relaxing against me. Still tense, but not retreating. Still cautious, but not alone in it.

I deepened the kiss. I went in with want, tongue deep, hand in her hair. Her mouth tasted of my cum, but I didn’t care. She melted into me. I felt the tension in her lower. Her hands slid over my chest and up round my neck. I pulled her closer. My cock was hard again, no surprise. I wanted her. More than that, I wanted to show her I still did.

I pulled back just far enough to look her in the eye.

“You alright?”

She gave me a nod. Bit her lip.

“I thought you might leave,” she said.

“I’m nervous. This is new for me.” I admitted. “But I know I want this.”

I ran my hands down her sides, slowly, carefully. She didn’t stop me. I reached lower. Hesitated. Then I slid my hand between her legs. I could feel her cock, hard under her dress.

I paused. It felt... different. But it didn’t feel wrong. My head spun for a second, but only from the fact I didn’t feel the panic I thought I might. It was a cock, yeah, but it was hers. And she was still the same beautiful woman who’d just knelt on her floor and made me fall apart.

Her breath caught.

But then she stepped back. Gently. No drama. Just enough to make me lower my hand.

“I don’t... like that,” she said, voice low. “I mean, I’m glad you tried. That you wanted to. That means a lot. But I don’t like being touched there.”

I nodded, not pulling away.

“Alright. Talk to me.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, legs together, hands resting in her lap. “I know what’s between my legs. I know it’s a penis. But it doesn’t feel like mine. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t like being reminded of it.”

I sat next to her.

“I understand. I mean, I don’t know how that feels. But I get why you’d feel that way.”

She exhaled, shoulders slumping a bit.

“I keep it tucked mostly. It helps. And I like the way I look in a dress. With tits, you know? They’re not real, obviously. Just padding. But when I look in the mirror with them on, I feel sexy. I feel like myself. So I’d like to stay mostly clothed, if that’s OK? It’s how I feel most, me.”

I smiled.

“You look fucking amazing. If you want to stay looking like that.” I said, gesturing to her. “Then I’m more than OK with that.”

She laughed, a bit shakily. “Thanks.”

I touched her thigh, above the knee, lightly.

“So. What do you like?”

She turned her head slightly, eyes meeting mine.

“I like being touched everywhere else. I like being kissed. I like being held.” She said, almost shyly “And I like anal,” she added, voice lower. “A lot. If you’re up for that.”

My cock jumped at that.

“I’m very up for that.”

Her eyes brightened. There was still a flicker of nerves but also excitement and relief.

“Then I think we’re gonna have a good night.”

I leaned in and kissed her again. Slower this time. Less heat, more intent. Her hands curled round the back of my neck. I didn’t rush it. I didn’t want to fuck this up. She was nervous; I could feel it under her skin. I took my time. Let the kiss stretch. Let my hands explore, easing over her waist, her ribs.

I moved from her lips to her neck. She tilted her head without me asking. I kissed along her throat, then nipped gently at the curve where her shoulder started. I could hear her breath fluttering by my ear.

I slid one hand down her back and slipped under her dress. Her skin was warm. I moved up under the fabric, palm smoothing over the curve of her arse. She was wearing something tight underneath. I didn’t know if it was knickers or something else, but it didn’t matter. Her arse filled my hand perfectly. I gave it a firm squeeze, and she moaned into my ear.

That sound did something to me. I pressed closer, hard-on thick against the front of her dress. She rolled her hips without thinking, grinding into me.

I pulled her in tighter. My fingers moved lower, tracing between her cheeks. I found her puckered hole and circled it. She gasped; her hips twitched again.

“You alright?” I asked, voice low.

She nodded, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. That feels really fucking good.”

Her hands were all over me now. One in my hair, the other down my chest. She ground against me again. Pressing her crotch against mine.

I remembered what she had said earlier. About not liking to be touched down there. I didn’t question it; I didn’t try to ask. I just let her continue grinding, rubbing up against me while I fingered her arse.

She was flushed, her breath coming fast. I pushed a little harder with my fingers, not inside yet, just teasing. She whined, hips moving faster against mine. I could feel her cock straining through the fabric, rubbing against my stomach. It was impossible not to feel it. But I wasn’t thinking about cocks. I was thinking about Ari. How fucking sexy she looked with her mouth open and her hips rolling and her eyes begging for more.

I ground back. Hard. Let her feel how much I wanted her. Her head dropped to my shoulder, and she bit down gently. We moaned together. Both of us were overwhelmed by the sensations.

I slid my fingers further, pressing right against her hole, and she bucked.

“Please,” she whispered.

I rolled her over, slow and steady, and tugged the back of her dress up until it bunched round her waist. I went slow so she had time to stop me if I was doing anything wrong. She didn’t stop me. Her skin was smooth and warm, and I couldn’t take my hands off her arse. Proper peach of a thing, round and firm and begging for attention.

I reached for her knickers and started easing them down; they were tight. They caught for a second, catching on her cock. She reached down without a word, swept her hand down and adjusted herself, cock and balls now flattened between her belly and the mattress so I could no longer see them. She didn’t make a show of it, so neither did I.

I paused for half a breath. It was right there. Different to what I was used to, yeah, but I didn’t say a word. Just went back to fingering her arse, slow circles, two fingers pressing in now. She moaned. Fuck, that sound. Made me twitch all over again.

She was tight, really tight, but opening up with every stroke. Her hole clenched round my fingers, hot and slick with spit. She pushed back a bit, letting me in deeper, soft groans into the bedspread. I could feel her muscles working, hips twitching when I hit the right spot.

“Feel good?” I asked, voice low.

She nodded, face buried in the pillow. “So good.”

I bent down and kissed the top of her lower back, just peeking out from under the dress. Then I kissed lower, right to the base of her spine. She shivered.

I’d always loved going down on a woman. The taste, the way they moved when I hit the right spot, the control it gave and the worship it offered. And fuck it, Ari deserved that too. Her arse was tight, wet, begging for my tongue. I wasn’t skipping that just because it was an ass not a pussy.

I slid my fingers out, watched her clench round nothing, then I leaned in. Kissed one cheek first, just to feel her flinch, then the other. Her moan was soft, surprised. I spread her cheeks with both hands and looked at her, properly. Her hole was pink, a bit stretched, spit-slick and gorgeous.

I spat on it again, then licked up from the base, slow and wet.

She gasped.

“Ethan, fuck.”

Her hips jerked forward, grinding her crotch against the bed. I grinned into her and licked again, this time circling her hole with the tip of my tongue.

She moaned louder, hands grabbing at the sheets.

I started properly then. Tongue flicking, pressing in, sloppy and firm. I wanted her to feel it, every single stroke. Her thighs were shaking. “Jesus,” she muttered. “That’s so fucking good.”

I kept going, working my tongue in as deep as I could get it. She whimpered into the pillow, her body fucking trembling under me.

She was rutting the bed now, full-on grinding into the bed. “You taste fucking incredible,” I muttered, pulling back just long enough to say it.

I dove back in, tongue-fucking her now, deeper, faster. My chin was wet, face buried between her cheeks, her scent all over me. She was moaning properly, high and desperate. She was right there.

“You gonna cum like this?” I said, voice low, breath hot on her hole. 

She moaned, “Please. I need your cock. I want it in me.” Her voice was filled with desperate need.

I grinned against her skin and didn’t move.

“Yeah?” I said. “You sure?”

I licked her again instead. Flicking my tongue right across her hole, then I sucked on it, proper dirty, the way I knew would make her twitch. 

“Please,” she begged again. “I need it. I need you to fuck me.”

I pulled back just enough to speak.

“You sound desperate, baby.”

“I am. You’re a bastard.”

“And you’re loving it.”

She growled into the pillow and tried to push her arse back into my face again. I gave her one last lick, my tongue pushing into her tight hole, and then finally let her go.

I sat up. My chin was soaked. My cock was throbbing. She was face down on the bed, legs open, hole twitching and ready. She was fucking perfect. Her body was begging for it.

I lined up behind her, hand on her hip, cock head pressing against her slick little hole.

“You want it?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Now.”

“Good girl.”

As I pushed in, her hole stretched around me, tight as anything, slick and hot and perfect. She moaned deeply, head pressing into the pillow, whole body shaking.

“Fuck, Ari,” I groaned. “You feel fucking amazing.”

She pushed back, taking me deeper, greedy for it. I buried myself to the hilt, which was still stained by her red lipstick, and stayed there, just feeling her clench round me, breathing heavily against her back.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said, mouth at her neck. “Gorgeous.”

She made a sound, half gasp, half laugh, and tilted her head just enough to let me in. I kissed her right below her ear, then down to her shoulder. She smelt of sweat and perfume and sex, and I couldn’t get enough.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

She let out a breath, shaky. “Say it again.”

“You’re beautiful,” I said, slower this time. “And you’re mine right now.” She whimpered. I started moving, hips pulling back, then pushing forward again, deeper, harder. 

I reached round, my hand sliding up across her stomach, up higher. I found her tits, soft under the fabric, padded, shaped. I could feel the swell of them. I cupped one in my palm, squeezed hard. Hard enough that she could feel it underneath.

“You like that?”

“Yeah,” she said, voice hoarse. “Keep going.” She moaned louder, grinding back on my cock.

I grabbed the other tit with my free hand, both of them now full in my grip. I could tell they weren’t real, but fuck it, she wanted them touched. Wanted to feel wanted.

“You’ve got the sexiest tits.” I muttered into her ear.

She laughed, breathless. “They’re not even mine.”

“They’re yours if you say they are.”

That made her shudder. Her walls clamped tight round my cock.

I kept fucking her, hands on her tits, mouth at her neck. Her whole body rocked with every thrust, her moans turning desperate again. I was fucking feral for her, couldn’t get close enough, deep enough, couldn’t stop touching her.

She gasped. “Harder.”

I fucked her harder, proper deep now, hips snapping forward with every thrust. Her arse bounced with the rhythm, cheeks red from the slap of skin on skin. Her moans weren’t quiet. She was loud and needy, begging with every breath.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled. “Taking me so good.”

She pushed back against me, greedy for it. Her hands were twisted in the sheets, knuckles white. I still had one hand on her tit, massaging it through the fabric like it was real, because to her it was, and I could feel how much it meant by the way her body reacted every time I touched her there.

I kissed her neck again, slower this time, lips wet against her skin.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “Fucking yourself on my cock. So desperate for it. You’re perfect.”

She gasped and bucked back harder, trying to take every inch.

“Ethan, fuck, I’m close.”

“I know,” I said. “I can feel it. You're so fucking close, aren’t you, baby?”

She nodded frantically, face buried in the pillow. Her body was trembling again, thighs shaking, hole clenching round me with every thrust. She was rutting the bed again, her hips rolling helplessly between me and the mattress.

I reached down and grabbed her hip with my free hand, held her still and started pounding into her. Fast. Hard. Relentless.

She screamed into the sheets. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m cumming!”

I felt her seize up under me, hole clenching tight as a fist, her whole body shaking. That did me in.

I slammed in one last time, buried as deep as I could go, and let go. My cock pulsed inside her, spilling everything I had, eyes squeezed shut, breath caught in my throat. I held her tight through it.

“Fucking hell,” I breathed, forehead pressed to her back.

She was still trembling under me, chest heaving, face turned to the side, eyes closed but smiling. Her whole body was flushed, hair sticking to her neck.

I stayed inside her for a moment, not moving, just feeling her wrapped round me, soft little aftershocks still running through her.

“You alright?” I asked, voice rough.

She nodded, voice wrecked. “More than alright.”

I leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

Ari rolled onto her back with a shaky little sigh, eyes half-lidded, mouth still parted. Her dress was wrinkled and pulled up around her waist, her tits lopsided under the fabric from where I’d mauled them, hair stuck to her forehead, mascara a smear. She looked completely fucked. And she looked beautiful.

There was a massive tent in the front of her dress, straining up from where her cock was still rock hard beneath the fabric, a dark wet patch spread across the centre where she’d cum hard against the bed. She glanced down, clocked it, and made a move to cover herself.

Her hand fluttered at the hem, as she wasn’t sure how to hide it. The nerves were back in her face. A little crease in her brow, lip between her teeth.

But I caught her hand before she could move it. Stilled her fingers and brought them up to my mouth. Kissed her knuckles, slow. Let her feel the heat in my breath, the calm in it.

I looked at her face. Not her cock. Not the mess. Just her.

And I smiled.

Her eyes met mine, searching at first, then softening.

I leaned in and kissed her a final time. She sighed into it, hand still in mine, her other one coming up to rest against my cheek.

We didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to.

I pulled her in closer, my arm round her waist, our legs tangling. Her cock was still between us, hard and awkward and obvious, but I didn’t give a fuck. I held her like I would any girl I’d just made love to. Because that’s what this was. Messy and new and confusing in some bits, but so, so amazing. She curled into me eventually, head under my chin, breath slowing.

And somewhere in all that warmth and silence, we both drifted off.