Defenseman No. 9 - Xavier Neal Page 0,68

the unstretched territory to make it happen. In a steady, ruthless rotation of fingers and tongue, thrusts and licks, spit and lube, I loosen the muscles to the point resistance is a distant memory.

Hugo’s figure starts to wobble like a drunk sorority girl being asked to do an impromptu sobriety test, which results in me unwedging my face and reaching for the condom. I rip it open to roll it on as quick as possible, mentally cursing myself the entire time that we still have to use these things because I’ve put off being tested.

I so need to do that.

And, something tells me that after fucking my boyfriend for the first rather than being fucked, I’m not gonna keep making excuses about not having time to do it.

One hand curls around my cock to help guide it in while the other pulls his cheek to the side to assist in giving me the best view of the soaking wet hole we’re about to call home. “It’s still gonna hurt in the beginning, Boo, but it should hurt less.”

“Hurt me,” Hugo breathlessly begs.

The words swell my cock, threatening to make me bust before I’ve even had one good push.

“Fuck me, baby,” my boyfriend continues to plead. “Please.”

I forgo the previously proclaimed easing in I was going to do to fulfill his request. He hisses at the harshness and death grips the sheet between his fingers. My hand slams down on one cheek, an action that causes him to huff, and me to taunt, “This what you fucking wanted?”

Hugo grunts.

Nods.

Pushes back.

And, that push back has me spanking him again.

Harder.

Faster.

Frequent.

I keep one hand on his hip to continuously pull him into every unrelenting heave and use the other to turn his firm ass the same bright color I love to see his face. Each crack receives a loud howl that reverberates around his room due to the way he lulls his head backwards instead of forwards. The repeated visual of his mouth bobbing and his stacked frame tottering tempts me into coming sooner than I planned. Despite my best efforts to divert my gaze elsewhere to not be seduced by the deliciously ball-clapping display of his ass swallowing my dick, it’s fucking impossible. Never have I seen anything like it. Never have I felt anything like it. His clenching, that only clamps down tighter around my cock when there’s a slap to his ass, is incomparable to anything else. No mouth or hand could ever do what this tiny taut hole does. Nothing could ever feel or look as amazing as seeing my dick rode or watching his slick muscles worship it.

I wanna slow down.

I wanna shut my eyes.

Think about eight counts.

Arabesques.

Sissone fermé.

Anything that could help prolong my stay in something so surreal.

But I can’t.

I can’t stop the speed of my jerking hips.

I can’t close my eyes and miss how beautiful Hugo looks calling out my name with my cock buried inside him.

And, I damn sure refuse to miss the look on his face when we come together.

My dick swells to the limit mere seconds prior to him proclaiming, “F-f-fuck!”

The one word, said one particular way, is exactly everything I was about to announce.

Boiling hot jets burst from us both. Mine fill the condom I’m back to cursing for existing, yet his coat everything in their wake. Through heavily hooded eyes, I drunkenly admire the mess we made of the bed.

Of each other.

I stay intoxicated on his irregular breathing and take honor in helping his body withstand our orgasmic quakes.

Once I’m certain we’re both satiated, I carefully remove my cock from its hot confines to dispose of the rubber, and Hugo instantly collapses forward on a happy grumble into the wet remains on his mattress.

Upon my return into his room, I sweetly inquire, “So…” My body slinks down onto the edge of the bed where I can give his face, that’s in need of a shave, a soft stroke. “What do we think?”

His haze-filled eyes take a moment to find mine, but when they successfully do, he immediately smiles. “That practice is gonna be a bitch on Monday after we spend all of tomorrow doing more of this.”

Thrill and relief alike clamor in my expression.

“I mean…” Hugo’s grin transposes to one of teasing, “assuming you actually liked doing any of that shit.”

“It was okay,” I playfully mock in return.

His forehead wrinkles in disapproval; however, he merely grunts, “You’re lucky I’m too tired to pin your ass down right now and make you take