sound like I was begging, hoping I didn’t sound as frantic as I felt. Being in control was very important, but holy God, he felt good.
“I’ve never been this full,” he said in awe, those deep, dark, wet eyes of his opening, and then his gaze, all drugged languor, was on me.
I took his hard, leaking cock in hand and stroked him, slowly but firmly, letting him feel every callus on my hand from the many different jobs I did. Instantly, his hands, that had been lying flat on my pectorals, dug into the muscle, and he began to rock back and forth, riding me, finding the spot he needed. All of it was a study in uninhibited passion, and I loved it, loved watching such a beautiful man come undone.
He bent close, but instead of leaning away, as I normally did when others forgot in the heat of the moment that I didn’t kiss, I lifted for what I wanted, and he devoured me in return.
Both of his hands were on my face, stroking my beard as he rubbed his tongue over mine, tasting all of me, kissing me breathless, clearly loving the connection of our mouths as much as having me buried to the balls in his ass.
I felt him jolt over me, his rhythm faltering as he broke the kiss and pushed his face into the hollow between my shoulder and neck, his chest pressed to mine, his cock trapped between us, grinding over my abs as I bent my knees on either side of his hips and fucked up into him.
His stuttering breath, his mouth open on the side of my neck, sucking, kissing, licking as his hands fisted in the sheets, and he suddenly froze, the muscles in his ass clamping down around me as he came. There was hot cum pumping over my abdomen as he shivered above me, turning my head so he could take my mouth again.
I didn’t ask permission. I rolled him to his back, feeling how limp his body was, his hooded eyes on me as I lifted his knees, curled forward, his legs up over my shoulders as I slid between his thighs and shoved into him hard.
“Oh please,” he moaned, begging, that tantalizing voice of his like a caress.
I took total possession. There was no checking to see if he felt good, because from the way he clutched at my shoulders, how tight his legs were as they wrapped around my hips, and his panting breaths, there was no question that he wanted me.
Pulling on his arms, I brought his hands down beside his head and curled my fingers into his, pressing them into the mattress as I hammered inside of him, lost in the skin-shivering feel of him coiled around me inside and out. The orgasm came roaring up my spine, and I cried out hoarsely, everything washing out for a moment, sound and color, before I was back, shuddering with aftershocks.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. I wasn’t supposed to surrender and lose control. I needed to pull out, but instead I bucked forward into him, thrusting deep, nothing gentle about it, like I was ready to start the whole thing all over again.
He arched up off the bed like he was trying to reach me, touch me, put his skin back on mine, and I realized, only then, that my hands were still in his.
Closing my eyes, I tried to get my body to calm so I could pull out, but his muscles were spasming, tightening and then relaxing, holding me there lodged inside. It almost hurt, but between the squeeze and me coming, I couldn’t move if I tried.
“Hey,” he whispered.
Opening my eyes, I gazed down at him, which didn’t help at all. His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded, and his gold hair was a tousled, sweaty mess. He looked both sated and debauched, and the throb of arousal that rolled through me was insane. Since when was I insatiable or hungry for human contact? Especially with a trick? What was happening?
“Kiss me some more.”
“I…need to pull out and––”
“Not yet,” he murmured, wetting his lips, huffing out a breath, his gaze beseeching, the yearning obvious. “Come here.”
The sound of him, husky and low, did he know how sexy he was?
“Please,” he murmured.
I was a goner.
Collapsing, I spread my body over his, plastering our skin together, the sweat and semen that had escaped the condom of no consequence, only my hands