nipped at my lower lip in punctuation. “Please, Priest, fuck me.”
I wanted to take my time—wanted to be careful—but I also didn’t want to make Mal wait any longer than he already had. I wasn’t in the mood to tease him, or even draw things out, not right now. I wanted him to feel good—wanted to show him with my hands and my mouth that I was here for him. Right now, and for the rest of our lives, too.
We hurried out of our underwear, and I only had a moment to admire the gorgeous curve of his cock before we were pressed back together. I stretched him open on my fingers as I kissed him, working two in slowly, and my cock throbbed with every little sound my fingers wrung from Mal’s chest. I thrust my fingers in and out, so slowly it made Mal sigh and moan into my mouth. He hooked his leg a little higher onto my hip, then carded one hand through my hair.
Soon I had three fingers in him, thrusting in and out deep and slow, as Mal rocked his hips back to meet my touch. “You tease,” he said.
“Not teasing,” I said. “Just enjoying.” I crooked my fingers just so, finding that place inside him that made him shiver and gasp into my mouth. His hips bucked back like he couldn’t control it, like his body was begging for more.
Mal reached back and grabbed my wrist. “My turn to enjoy,” he murmured.
Then with a smirk, he pushed at my shoulder, guiding me suddenly flat on my back. I huffed an exhale in surprise. Mal straddled my hips, then reached over to the nightstand to dig a condom out of the drawer—I took the opportunity to run my hands adoringly up his sides, then his arms, then the nape of his neck. Mal leaned down and kissed me hot and dirty on the mouth, fucking his tongue inside, taking control. God, that turned me on—even more so when he sat up, then moved down so he was straddling my thighs. He shot me a smirk, then rolled the condom on me with practiced ease.
I groaned at the sensation of his hand on my cock, even so briefly it was like a shockwave rattling through me. I tossed my head back against the pillow, arching toward his touch.
“Wow,” Mal said with a smile. He squeezed the base of my cock and I gasped.
“Fuck, Mal, now who’s teasing?” I asked, reaching to skim my hand across his hip.
“You’re right,” he said. “God, I missed you. Thought about this so much the last few weeks.”
“I did too,” I admitted. “Want you so bad.”
“You have me,” Mal said. Then he shifted up again, straddling my hips, and got his hand slick with lube. Then he pressed his hips back, guiding my cock so it was nestled between his muscular ass cheeks—not slipping inside, just rutting in between. Mal groaned like it was the best thing he’d ever felt.
“You’re so big,” he groaned. “Feels so hot.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. I slid my hands up his thighs, to his hips, and then rocked up, fucking my cock between his cheeks.
“Yeah,” Mal said. “Fuck, missed you.”
I couldn’t really form sentences, not when Mal was so gorgeous and strong above me, his head tipped back in pleasure. Then he reached back, gripped the base of my cock, and guided it until the head of my cock was pressed right against his hole.
Then, without any teasing, he rocked his hips back, and sank down onto my cock.
I groaned low and loud. He was so fucking tight, and he took me slowly but steadily, surrounding me in that slick heat until his ass was flush against my hips. I gasped, struggling to stay still as he adjusted to the sensation of my cock so deep inside him. I kept one hand at his hip, and I skated my other around to wrap around his cock and jerk him steadily.
He moaned my name. Then he leaned forward, planted one hand on my chest, and began to rock his hips on my cock.
He rolled his hips, lifting up and down on my cock. I planted my feet on the mattress and matched his pace, careful not to drive too hard into him—still mindful of his injury. Instead, we found a rhythm that was slow and deep, so my cock dragged inside him in a way that made him shiver and shake, and the tight slick heat of