Fix It Up - Mary Calmes Page 0,104

grabbed him and wrenched him forward, off his feet and into my arms.

I kissed him until he was breathless and panting, and then darted across the room, grabbed the lube from the drawer of the nightstand where we’d been keeping it, and was back manhandling him until he was pressed face-first up against the door.

“I thought you were kidding,” he gasped as I reached around and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped him, and shucked his briefs and jeans to his ankles.

“Why would I be kidding?” I asked, mouthing the back of his neck, rucking up his T-shirt, palming the smooth skin of his back before yanking the shirt up over his head and off, as I told him to put his hands on the door and not move.

He did as he was told, quickly, and when I snapped open the cap of the lube, he moaned my name.

“You don’t even know if I’m good at this,” I said, pushing down my own chinos and underwear, my hard cock bouncing free as I slicked it before pushing my index fingers up inside of his round, muscled ass.

“I know you’re good at this,” he said, his hands sliding down the door to brace himself as he lifted his ass lewdly, parting his legs as much as his jeans would allow. “The way you move under me when I’m inside of you, how you push back and make me hold you down, how your hands clench in my hair, the bruises you leave—I’m not stupid. I know, whether you’re on the bottom or on the top, you’re all power, and I want you to fuckin’ give it to me.”

I added another finger, but just enough to grease his entrance, to make sure there would be the slide, but I didn’t take any time to stretch him or work him open.

“Please, Loc, you’re all I ever wished for.”

“You know what they say about wishing and bein’ careful,” I growled into his ear as I slid the head of my cock between his cheeks and pushed forward.

“Fuck,” he mewled, his forehead on the door as he arched back against me.

He was so tight, so hot, and his muscles would not give until I reached around and stroked him, not his cock but under his balls, fingering his taint as I sucked behind his ear.

“Oh,” he gasped and shivered, and I sank in a fraction deeper, and then again, as I ordered him to turn and kiss me.

Instantly his lips met mine, and I mauled his mouth as I ground into his body until I bottomed out, buried inside of him, and he broke the kiss to let his head fall back on my shoulder.

“There you go,” I praised him, easing back and thrusting in so hard and fast that he cried out. “All relaxed now, all ready for the pounding.”

“Oh God, Loc, please.”

The begging wasn’t necessary. He felt amazing wrapped around my cock, the way his muscles contracted as I drove deep, pistoning without pause, one hand on his hip, the other on the door, giving me leverage.

I wasn’t gentle when I jacked him off, and he covered his mouth so he wouldn’t scream. When I sucked on his skin, nibbled on his ear, all the while rutting inside, the pace and force both savage and relentless, he turned for my mouth, needing the connection as he came all over my fingers and on the door.

His hole contracted like a vise, and I plunged to the hilt and came, pumping into his body, my hand leaving his cock as I wrapped my arm around his neck, holding on tight so he couldn’t move, my face pressed to his nape.

He was heaving for air, shaking, and I kissed his cheek. When he turned, I licked the corner of his swollen lips, and his own tongue was there, on mine, before he sucked it into his mouth. I chuckled as he kissed me.

We didn’t move, just stood there kissing, and then he turned his head to breathe, panting as he pressed his forehead to the door.

“So, for the record,” he said in a hoarse whisper, “I’m yours whenever you want, Loc. I’ve never—I mean, not to compare, but other people always check to see if they’re hurting me or if I want it, and you didn’t have to because you know. You just know.”

I slid free then, gently, and only then did he cry out.

“I have to,” I said, chuckling as I turned him around in