I turn so I can get a look at him. “You impressed by how good I am at taking you my first go? Come on, admit I’m good.”
“Ry, you continue to impress me,” he says, and it feels even better knowing he means it.
Our lips slam together before he pistons his hips, forcing himself in deep. I moan, and there’s this feral desire in me, something I hadn’t considered but I’m suddenly obsessed with.
“I want you to come inside me, Mart,” I whisper. “I want you to be the one who claims this ass.”
“Fuck, I want that too, Ry.”
“I want to be dripping with you.”
His cock swells, creating the perfect amount of pressure against my prostate. Between how amazing he feels, how proud I am of myown work, and the excitement of this being my first time bottoming for him, I’m overwhelmed—and I know where this is leading far too quickly.
“It’s too much,” I warn. “I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me, Ry.”
It’s like my body just needed his permission because as soon as he says the words, the rush sweeps through me, nerve networks bursting with excitement like a series of fireworks going off all over my body. This isn’t like when I shoot normally. Being stimulated like this and feeling him jackhammering away inside me intensifies and prolongs the experience.
I grunt out as Marty warns, “I’m coming, Ry. I’m coming.”
I’m still shooting as his hips thrust up against me. A quick series of movements follow, and it’s so satisfying knowing he’s shooting up inside me.
As my own climax settles, I mash my lips against his, my tongue greedy for his as he continues filling me up. I usually get to see his heavy load, but I love knowing that tonight it’s pushing in deep, sliding between the crack of my ass and his cock.
Marty jerks a few more times inside me, the sort of involuntary movement he goes through after coming, like some primal instinct to make sure he gets every drop in deep.
We breathe into each other’s mouths, coming down together in a mess of licks and kisses, taking our time as I enjoy his cock still being inside me.
“I can feel you slipping out,” I tell him before deepening my voice to sound like a documentarian: “The Martifuckus Cummingus will breed inside the hole before leaving its burrow to return later to check on his babies.”
Marty laughs. “Martifuckus, huh? What the fuck are you on?”
“Probably a few ounces of protein.”
His cock slips farther before my ass helps along the process,steadily pushing him out.
As I spin back around to him, I say, “Mmmm. The Martifuckus Cummingus will return to breed this same hole hundreds more times over the course of only a few weeks.”
“Hundreds?” he teases.
“Yeah, you know, I wasn’t thinking that you needed to pay me back for all those good times I gave you, but now I’m greedy to collect.”
He beams. “That good, huh?”
“Let’s just say I don’t think we’ll need any extra practice for that.”
The way Marty smirks assures me I’ve stroked his ego nearly as well as he stroked my prostate.
We kiss some more, then rinse and dry off before returning to the bedroom.
I’m completely satisfied as I lie at his side.
I love how fucking effortless it all is—just our routine these days.
Lying in bed with him makes me appreciate why I was so eager to volunteer to help with the build over the summer. Not that I wouldn’t have wanted to do it anyway. Hell, I have free time now that I’m not planning on dedicating the next few years of my life to the NFL.
“I like knowing that we get to have more of this,” I tell him.
