Without saying another word, I dragged him into my bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. He bounced on the mattress and as he toed off his shoes, both hands went to his jeans. “Nope,” I managed to get out that one word. “I get to do that.”
Blowing on my hands to warm them up, I hovered over David as I undid the button on his pants and yanked them over his hips. His tight briefs emphasized the huge bulge underneath which had me licking around my lips.
I tugged the pants off and tossed them over my shoulder. David’s eyes widened and he lifted his head as he studied his jeans flying through the air. He got up on his elbows. “A man who means business.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than I’d whipped off my sweater and shirt. He got on his knees and shuffled over the mattress. From then on it was a whirlwind of hands undoing, stroking, caressing, clothes being shimmied off, skin exposed, fingers exploring, mouths and tongues sucking, flicking and teeth nibbling.
We were both naked, on the bed, my mouth nuzzling the tender skin on his throat while I stroked his cock that was stiff and hard. David’s hands explored the dips and curves on my body as my teeth grazed over his ear, and I whispered, “I want to see you.”
“I’m… I’m right here,” he panted.
“When I fuck you. I need to be looking at your face. No turning away from me.” My palm slid up and down his rigid shaft accompanied by tiny mews escaping from his lips.
“Do it,” he begged and his hands pushed me upward, so our gazes were locked on one another. A fleeting thought ran through my head that his family might wonder where we were, but the desire that was bubbling just below the surface and threatening to erupt shoved that idea away.
After pushing his legs apart, I shuffled between them, my gaze never leaving his. He lifted his knees as the plea in his eyes told me not to waste time. Both of us wanted the same thing. Me inside him.
Heat radiated from my pores as I prodded his hole—his tight wet hole, slippery with slick. I took a steadying breath, hoping to calm the nerves that had my heart doing flip flops. “Ready?” I asked, my voice little more than a whisper.
“Yes, please, Ian. I need your cock inside me.”
And so I gave him what he wanted. What we both desired. I shoved inside him. A gasp exploded from his lips as his body jerked backward, the force from my length taking possession of first his hole and then his tight wet channel. Filling him with my cock. Forcing air from his lungs while his lips formed an “O.”
His mouth opened and closed as he gulped in air, while I took a huge breath and pushed further inside him. Up to the hilt. We were joined, fused together, as pleasure rippled over me.
“Ian,” David squeaked.
I paused, hoping I wasn’t hurting him, fearing I’d been concentrating on my own pleasure more than his. “Yeah, if this is uncomfortable, we can change positions.”
“No,’ he whispered. “I want you to fuck me hard, please. I need your dick in me, making me yell your name.”
I withdrew, not all the way, but enough that he whimpered, his eyes fixed on me and then I rammed my length back into that tight channel making him squeal, “Yes! Like that!” he screamed.
Despite the cold outside and the house that was just warming up, my palms ran with sweat making it difficult to get a grip. I clutched his legs, just below the knees and my gaze dipped to my cock, sliding in and out, glistening with his slick, each plunge making both of us gasp. He lifted his hips and matched my rhythm as I savored the scent wafting from his body and the droplets of perspiration glistening on his chest.
“You’re so tight,” I babbled as I blinked sweat from my eyes.
David purred beneath my touch as I was swept up in a fast moving current of desire and longing. Lust was messing with my head, making me delirious as I quickened my thrusts. His husky voice murmuring, “More, Ian. Don’t stop,” ignited a hunger in my belly. My fingers, gripping his legs, left indentations on his skin while my dick claimed his ass.
His hard cock bobbed with each thrust but our minds were