either.
One of his fingers slips between my ass cheeks and circles my hole. It sends sparks of need along my spine, and I remind myself to relax as he starts to apply pressure. I bear down as his finger slips inside, and it doesn’t take long before he brushes my prostate and I’m fucking myself on his digit. That, combined with our cocks rubbing together, takes me to the edge so quickly, I know I need to back off, but I don’t have that kind of self-control.
Beck starts to laugh and slides his free arm up around my waist, pulling me against him so tight I can’t move. “Not allowed to come until you’re on my dick.”
“There’s something I wanna try first. Can I?”
“Anything.”
“Turn around, get on your knees, and brace your arms against the wall.”
Confusion crosses his face. “While I love you dicking me out, it’s my turn tonight, remember?”
“You’ll definitely be giving me the D. But first, trust me. I wanna see if this is as hot as it looks.”
He’s still clearly confused, but he gets on his knees and tilts his ass back toward me. An unintelligible noise leaves me at the sight, and I can’t imagine a world where Beck’s ass doesn’t pull that reaction from me.
Before I can think with anything but my dick, I duck down and bury my face between his cheeks.
“What are you—oh shit!” Beck pounds the tile and immediately pushes his ass back as I grab it with bruising force. I lick his hole, slowly massaging the muscle with my tongue, and while this might be good for him, it’s making my cock absolutely throb.
Beck’s hand finds the back of my head, and he pushes my face in deeper for a moment, before he grips my hair and pulls me back. He’s panting as he stands.
“Bed. Now.”
I scramble to follow him. Beck goes straight to his bag to grab the lube and condoms while I give myself the fastest dry off in history. I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees.
“Nope, on your back.”
I flip over and Beck blankets my body with his. I pull my knees up as his fingers pick up where they left off and work their way back into my body.
“Your mouth …” He leans down to kiss me again. “Fucking magic.”
“You liked?”
“That was so hot. But thanks to you, I can’t see this lasting long.”
“Lucky I don’t have much left in me.”
His kisses turn harder, deeper, but there’s a level of control that wasn’t there in the bath. He hugs me close, rutting against my hip as he works me up to three fingers. Each time he brushes my prostate, I’m sure I’m about to come.
I yank his hand away. “Now.”
Beck’s gone in a flash, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his long dick. He kneels and positions his tip at my entrance.
“Ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
He starts to push in, and it’s initially more painful than I thought it would be. Beck listens to and watches my reactions, backing off and easing in as I need him to, and even though it’s really uncomfortable, the care he’s taking makes me fall for him a little more.
Once his hips find my ass, he leans forward and kisses me while he strokes me back to full hardness, and I’m relieved when the pain eventually disappears.
“Okay, I think I’m good.”
Beck’s thrusts start slow and deep, working up to a faster rhythm, and each time he pegs my prostate it gets easier to take. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, needing to feel him everywhere. His arms land beside my head, and his forehead rests against mine, and each breath hits my lips as his thrusting gets more desperate.
“Nrg, you’re tight. So, so fucking tight.” He reaches between us and closes his hand around my cock, jerking madly as he pounds into me.
Each brush of my prostate, the friction on my dick, sends me closer and closer to the edge. Then my eyes meet his and it’s all over. My orgasm crashes into me, and cum hits my abs. I ride out the high as Beck lets go and slams into me once, twice, before his face screws up and I feel his cock start twitching.
He collapses and the cum and sweat smears between us, but I have exactly zero energy to get up and clean off.
“That was …” I can’t talk.
“Yep.”
Apparently he agrees with whatever adjective I can