I didn’t shoot my load all over him right then and there. The thought of fucking him—finally fucking him—had me so turned on the whole world was spinning.
I slid my fingers free and he let go of my cock, and then he kissed me, and as he did, he rolled me onto my back. When he broke the kiss, he sat up, straddling my hips. “Stay just like that.” He grinned down at me. “Let me do the work while you enjoy the ride.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” I slid my palms up his thighs. “Love the view, too.”
He flashed me a grin and paused to put some more lube on me. Then me met my gaze. “Hold yourself steady for me.”
I did as I was told, and he rose up off me. I guided him down onto the head, then let him take over again. He came down slowly, and oh fuck, as soon as the head of my cock slid into him, I understood the difference between bareback and not. The heat… the slickness… the unfiltered contact as he eased himself down.
“Oh Jesus,” I whispered. “That is so…”
Devin rose up a little, then sank back down on my dick, and as he did, he groaned, “Holy…”
Oh, God, this was… Everything about it was…
“Fuck, Devin,” I murmured, sliding my hands up his thighs again just because I was desperate to touch him.
He moaned as he came down on my cock again, taking me deeper this time. “Ungh, baby.”
I couldn’t resist and lifted my hips to push into him, and before my brain could jump in with oh fuck should I have done that?, Devin made a sound that silenced all my worries. He dropped forward onto one arm and rested the other on my shoulder, and he slurred, “Do that… Do that again.”
Do it again? Oh hell yeah.
I pushed up again, and he rolled his hips, and we both whimpered. We fell into a slow, amazing rhythm together, and I arched under him, squeezing my eyes shut because it was all so fucking intense. But I didn’t want to miss the view, so I blinked them open again, and…oh, yeah, that was hot. The hottest thing I’d ever seen—Devin, riding my cock, his lips parted and eyes squeezed shut, deep furrows between his brows and sexy contours forming in his abs every time the muscles contracted with the exertion of his steady movements.
My voice ragged, I whispered, “Oh my God, you’re hot.”
His eyes fluttered open, and when they met mine, he got this ridiculously sexy grin on his lips. He leaned down, and oh, hell yeah—kissing while we moved?
Nothing…in the world…had ever been hotter than this. I had the most gorgeous man, and we were fucking, and we were kissing, and I wanted to come so damn bad, and at the same time, I felt like I already had. It was like I could feel my orgasm building, and I needed that release, but I could also feel that blissed-out satisfaction as if I’d already been there.
And damn, I wanted to move more than this. I wanted to thrust. I wanted to ride him deep and hard. I needed to.
“Let me…” I licked my lips. “Let me get behind you.”
Devin looked down at me, eyes gleaming with lust. “Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.” I slid my hands up his thighs again. “I want to do it hard.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, digging his teeth into his lower lip as a shudder ran through him. “I love the sound of that.” He leaned down for a long kiss, then lifted himself off me. I got up, and he shifted onto his hands and knees.
Once I’d positioned myself behind him, I put on some more lube, then eased back into him, and… Oh, fuck, yes. The feeling of sliding into his tight ass was awesome, but the view? Broad shoulders, narrow waist, muscles rippling as he rocked back against me? And the low, masculine sounds he made—groaning from deep in his throat, swearing, murmuring my name…
If I had a single stubborn doubt lingering about my attraction to men, it was gone. I had never wanted anyone like I wanted him, and I had never loved sex as much as I did when it was with him. Every stroke made me want more, and I leaned down to bury my face in his neck as I fucked him as hard as I could.