“Mmhmm.”
“Smug isn’t your best look.”
“Squirming on my fingers isabsolutelyyours, though.”
I pressed into his prostate again, ripping the reply from his lips. I’m sure it would’ve been brilliant.
“Turn over,” I said once he was soft and pliant, pulling my fingers out.
A flash of vulnerability crossed his face, and I kissed him soundly. “We’ll start like this, then we can shift however you want. I’ve got you.”
I scooted until my back was flush with the wall, giving him plenty of room to roll and nestle into me. “I,uh, should’ve mentioned earlier. I don’t have condoms up here.”
“That’s okay,” he said, waving me off.
“No, I should’ve thought about it before. I can make you come on my fingers, baby. We don’t need to keep going.”
He half-rolled, so he was looking right at me. “Reece, get inside of me before I die of old age.”
We stared at each other for a beat and then burst out laughing. I dropped a kiss onto his shoulder when he turned back around and slicked up my cock. Hooking his top leg open over my hip again, I nestled my dick between his cheeks and notched the head against his hole. My other arm snaked below him, wrapping around his chest and holding him close.
“Kiss me,” I said.
He turned his head toward his shoulder, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, pushing into him at the same time.
“Fuck,” he huffed, reaching back to grip my hip.
“Tell me when to move,” I ground out, doing my best to breathe deeply and think about anything except how tight that first ring of muscle was squeezing my cockhead.
“Okay. Move,” he said after a few breaths, tapping me.
I surged into him again, punching a tiny whine from his lips. His outline flickered, but his arms and torso were still firm against me.
“Right here, Charlie,” I said, placing a hand over his heart. “Right here with me.”
“Yes,” he breathed, canting his hips back into my thrusts.
Out, and in. Out, and in.
The drag on each slide made my eyes cross. I didn’t have the greatest leverage in the world, but his belly tensed and twitched, and he half-moaned my name every time I bottomed out, so I must’ve been doing something right.
Zeroing in on his nipples, peaked and begging for attention, I tweaked one with my fingers and sucked a mark into the back of his neck until he cried out.
“It’s—” his fingers flexed against my hip before clawing at me again, pulling me into him with more force each time. “It’s so good.”
“I’m not gonna last,” I moaned, embarrassed at being reduced to a one-pump wonder at the ripe age of thirty-four.
He looked close, too, though, with the way precum drooled from his cock. He just needed a bit more to spill over the edge.
I pulled out and sat up so I straddled his lower leg. Encouraging the one that’d been draped over my hip forward, I folded it up toward his chest. He tried to turn and lie flat onhis back to face me, but furrowed his brow when I stopped him, keeping him on his side.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I huffed.
“Wha—?” he began to ask, but hooked a hand around his knee and did as instructed when I sat back on my heels, lined up, and pushed into him again, hard.
“Reece!” he cried out, scrambling to brace himself against the mattress with an elbow so he wouldn’t slide up the bed on every thrust.
I leaned over, bent his leg further forward with my torso so he could let go, and buried myself inside him, the position allowing me much deeper. “Better?”
