Author's Note: I hadn't planned on writing a second part to this, but the reviews here pretty much made this happen. I hope you enjoy!
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It wasn't the plug still stuffing her full of Chris's cum that woke Autumn -- though it did aid in her waking further -- but the full bladder she had from passing out before she could do a quick pre-bed bathroom run. It took her sleep lagged brain a moment to register the pillow still under her hips, and the strong arm resting limply across her stomach, but when all the pieces came together, Autumn blinked her eyes open. As soon as they adjusted to the darkness of her room she turned her head and smiled a little at the relaxed, peaceful look on her friend's face. A soft snore informed her that he was definitely still asleep, but that message apparently hadn't reached the partially erect cock resting against her hip.
As much as she hated to move from his comfortable hold, her bladder urged her to. She had to pause at the edge of the bed though, as her mouth opened in a silent moan when the plug shifted inside of her. She involuntarily squeezed around the plug as memories from last night filtered to the front of her mind, reminding her how the plug had found its home inside her tender passage. She bit her lip when standing shifted the plug once more, and made her way to the bathroom attached to her room as quickly and quietly as she could.
Once inside, with the door shut to protect Chris from the impending light, Autumn flicked on the lights and gave a partially irritated grumble as she squinted and turned away from the brightness. She shuffled her way to the toilet and waited until seated before she reached between her legs and removed the plug. She gasped softly at the drag of it. "Fuck..."
She did her business but stayed still after, waiting for his cum to leave her. She shivered at the feeling when his seed slipped out of her; part of her mourned the loss of what hadn't been soaked up by her body. Now that she wasn't lost in a sex haze, her logical thinking was curious as to just how much of what Chris said a few hours ago was true.
Had
he ever poked holes in his condoms when they weren't doing a breeding kink scene for her?
Had
he ever thought about her swollen with his child?
Autumn could feel herself getting worked up at the thought of him plotting on her body in such a way and had to shake her head at her thoughts before she could get too riled up. She knew, logically, that Chris was not the type of guy to actually risk knocking someone up, not if they hadn't agreed to do so before hand.
He may be a kinky bastard, but he was not a
gross
kinky bastard.
He respected boundaries; it was why he was her one exception to her rule about not sleeping with people she wasn't with. Their initial night together had been a drunken romp by two drunk, freshly heart broken friends who found comfort in someone they could trust. They hadn't planned for any other nights to occur, but whenever they were single and horny they turned to each other instead of some rando at a bar that they might catch something from.
Their kink scenes got started after a night Chris had asked if he could secure her wrists and have total control over her body. She had agreed to it, but only if he agreed to talk about it more later. He had agreed, they talked, and ever since then, whenever both were single, they had used each other for their kinks. They didn't have to only go to each other, but if they did sleep with someone else they had an agreement to be tested for any STDs before resuming their own friends with benefits arrangement.
And right now... Right now Chris was still passed out in her bed. And, as Autumn cleaned herself up from their scene the night before, her mind strayed to the body laying in her bed...to the cock that had been partially at attention when she left the room...and she flirted with the thought of waking Chris up to ride his cock and replace what cum had gone down the toilet. Autumn had never taken that initiative with her kink though, and she wasn't sure how Chris would feel about it.
She was aware Chris loved it when his partners used his cock for their own physical pleasure, even if he didn't get to get off as well. Using him for her own pleasure was different, at least to her, than using his cock for her breeding kink.
But... Would it be different to him? Would he even be okay with her taking him in without protection even though he had fucked her without it earlier? He was
always
the one to initiate those scenes, maybe once or twice she had requested the breeding scenes, but she had never just sat on him bare without a prior conversation.
While trying to figure out if she should go ride him, her mind replayed how desperately he had taken her last night. How his own words had seemed to have an effect on him as well. Her eyes drifted to her hips in the mirror, and promptly went wide when she saw the fingertip bruises on each hip. He rarely left bruises that showed so quickly, but it spoke to her how far into their scene he had gotten. Was it because of how reactive she had been with him? She knew it got him going to hear and see how he was affecting someone... Could
he
have gotten into the idea of trying to put a kid in her?
Every time he did a breeding scene for her, he had gotten the talk down just fine without mentioning switching pills, or taking any himself. He had never scooped his cum back into her, only told her how sexy it was to watch his sperm leak out of her. And plugging it inside of her? He had bought a plug just for the act of taking their scene that much farther. That thought alone had her getting wet, but it also helped her come to a decision.
She picked up the plug and turned off the bathroom light, not wanting to risk waking her friend yet as she left the bathroom for her room and walked to her bed. Carefully crawling onto the bed, she set the plug by her pillow and made sure Chris was still snoring away before she leaned in and took the head of his cock between her lips.
The feel of Autumn's tongue stroking over the tip of his cock drew a sleep rasped moan from Chris, and when she began using her tongue to clean the evidence of their earlier intimacy from his cock, he woke fully and moaned as his hand found the back of her head. He didn't encourage her movements, merely massaged her scalp in appreciation as she worked his cock with her tongue. There were times where he either guided her head, or held it still while fucking into her willing mouth, but she was in charge this time. He was happily at her mercy.
No harm in a little dirty talk though...
"That's my good girl," his voice was rough with sleep as he praised her, "clean my cock."
Autumn's thighs shifted together as his words burned through her, encouraging her actions. It wouldn't be the first time she'd cleaned the combination of their fluids from his cock and, with how hard it always got him, it wouldn't be the last. Her moans vibrated around his cock as the shaft grew harder from her actions, while the moans she was drawing from Chris were getting her hotter.
The next noise was a moan that shifted to a disappointed mix between a whine and a groan when she sucked hard as she drew back, letting his cock fall from her mouth with a wet 'pop'. "Hey..."
"Shh," she softly shushed him as she gently pushed on his hip, trying to guide his body backwards, "lay back for me. I just needed to get you hard."
Chris followed her gentle guiding and laid back for her, his cock aching with his need as it stood at full attention. He couldn't see much in the dark, but his eyes found enough of her silhouette to enjoy the show as she straddled his lap and used her fingers to spread her folds for him. To his (only mild) disappointment, instead of impaling herself like he wanted her to, she chose to slide his cock back and forth between her folds and lubricate his erection by spreading the evidence of her arousal over the length.
"Fuck you're soaked," he breathed out before he moaned at the feeling of pseudo fucking her cunt, "is any of that leakage from earlier?"
It always stroked his ego that the two of them never needed to buy lube with how her body responded to their times together; the one time it was bought it had been for her to help him figure out if he was actually into being pegged, or just into thinking about it. She made sure he enjoyed himself, even if he wasn't sure if he wanted to do it again.
