I put my hand on his hip to steady him, but his balance is rock solid. The thought of what he can do with all of that strength sends a pulsing want through my body, and I am more than ready.
He lowers to the bed and pulls my body to his, the heat of his skin sweet relief against mine.We kiss again, meandering down that path, getting lost in each other. I’ve been dreaming about his effect on me for weeks, and now that I’m here, in bed with him… I just want to take my time, kissing him, feeling his body against mine.
We roll until I am under him, and the full weight of him on me plus his mind-erasing kisses are… amazing. His velvet-wrapped-in-iron hard-on is now pressed against my belly, pulsing, insistent. I smile against his lips and run my hand over his ass, letting my fingertips gently scrape the furrow between his cheeks.
He growls and shifts to grab the lube, which he tilts over our cocks, letting the cool liquid drip down onto hot skin. He leans on one elbow, angled so that his hand can touch my face and thumb the hair at my temple. With the other hand he reaches between us, spreading the lube a bit more before jacking our cocks together, eyes locked with mine. I want to keep kissing him, but I can’t pull my eyes away from his, and before I know it, my balls are tightening toward climax.
“Nick…”
He smiles and continues for a few more strokes before sitting back on his heels. Evil, evil man. He takes a beat to look down at me, his severe expression suffused with lust and something… warmer. I keep wondering if the thing between us isn’t maybe one or two steps from a pity fuck, given the differing levels of attractiveness between us, but the sincerity and intensity of how he’s looking at me has me thinking he’s taking this more seriously than I might have guessed.
Not the time to discuss it, of course, because he’s traced his slick fingers behind my balls and is now swirling them around my entrance, and my one remaining neuron would like to focus on that for a bit. I throw a blind dart at a reminder note in my head, hoping it stays pinned somewhere retrievable.
He’s pushing a blunt digit through the ring of muscle, and I bear down, pulling him farther into me. I revel in the delicious sting and pleasure of having a finger up my butt, which is compounded as he adds a second one. Within a few moments I relax, and I feel him pull his fingers in a come-hither motion that just barely, teasingly hits my prostate enough to send a jolt of shivers through me.My cock leaks, begging to be put out of its misery.
He leans forward, delicately fingering my slit like a Machiavellian sex god, stretching the string of viscous precum as far as it will go. My dick is now a begging, leaking faucet, and I’m completely at his mercy. “Oh, you like that.” He’s extremely proud of himself.
I grunt, trying to deny him the satisfaction. “I’d like it better if I had your enormous cock in there.”
He smirks as he licks my precum from his fingertip. “Happy to oblige you.”
He takes us both in hand again, stroking us in a familiar rhythm timed with the internal come hithers, getting me there so quickly, populating my sex dreams for the next several years.
When he’s convinced that I’m horny enough, edged enough, and prepped enough, he pushes my thighs back and wide, and I turn a little red at the idea of him looking at me, fully exposed. I moan and wriggle in place as he sheathes himself, anticipating the mind-altering pressure of his big cock inside of me. The burn and sting will heighten the pleasure, and I am done waiting.
“Ready for me?”
“So fucking ready. I still want to feel you in the morning.”
He nods and despite my giving him the go-ahead, adds more lube, then pushes in through the ring of muscle, slow and firm. He stops immediately when I make a little moan of pain, so I push myself against him, impaling myself even further.
Don’t stop.Don’t stop.
I need…fuck,I need all of him.
Finally, the muscles stand down and give him entrance, and he pauses, breathing heavy, like maybehe’s trying not to blow his load too soon. Once his breathing slows, he snaps his hips forward, the bite of pain traveling up my body, hardening my nipples.
“Oh, fuck… you’re so fucking huge.”A point I emphasize by wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him even farther into me. I suck on his earlobe and whisper in a rough voice, “Now stop fucking around and fuck me into the mattress, Sergeant.”
He looks at me with a surprised smirk and pulls out, then flips me over on the bed, my ass in the air. He pulls apart my cheeks and spits on my hole like a porn star. So fucking dirty. Without preamble, he thrusts into me hard and fast. Fuck, he hurts so good. Finally, we arrive again at my prostate, my happy button, and I glance back at him, and he finally, finally loses a bit of that hardtack control. He grips at my hips, pushing into me as he pulls back, and I swear I can feel him at my back teeth. He does this hard and fast, with no mercy. He then adjusts his angle and begins nailing my prostate again and again and again, at a pace I can’t even fathom.
I try to stroke myself, but he smacks my ass, hard. “Mine.”
I drop my hand, and before I even understand what is happening to me, he’s fisting me, almost too tight, rough-jerking me until a screaming orgasm races through my body and I blow all over his nice clean sheets. He slows down again, now more or less leaning on my prostate as he strokes me, deliberate and slow, with his thumb pushing along the underside of my cock, milking every last bit of cum out of me. I’d heard of getting one’s prostate massaged and milked, but I’d never had it done to me, and I’d never been stroked off till I was hard again. I look back at him, and the self-satisfied smirk on his face makes my stomach twist.
I point to my straining, twitching cock. “Happy with yourself?”
His finger follows a drop of cum slipping down the shaft, capturing it and bringing it to his tongue. “Extremely.”
Still smiling to himself, he pulls out and plops down on the bed, dick jerking about as he fluffs up the pillows behind his head. He holds his hand out to me, and the gesture is sweet in comparison to the dirty fucking we’ve been doing, and… gods, for a second I think about what it would be like to have a sweet-dirty thing with this man for the long term. The thought of it fills me with such joy that I have to shake my head and reestablish myself in reality. Which does not suck, I promise you. I mean, I’m being well fucked by a god of a man—don’t feel sorry for me or anything.
I straddle his hips, and he parts my cheeks, forcing me down onto his rigid, glistening cock. I settle down on him with a sigh and lean my head forehead into the crook of his neck, knowing that I’ll definitely be feeling this in the morning. Looking forward to it.
His arms immediately wind around me, and we stay that way for a moment, connected and breathing in time with one another. His hands stroke my back, then shift to my hips, urging me up and down, up and down. I relax on the downstroke and clinch around him on the upstroke, tight as I can, making sure that fat head of his has to struggle to make it past the ring of muscle. It’s my turn to smile when his eyes close and his mouth opens in ecstasy, and I feel him begin to go. As he does, I stroke myself to completion again, painting his chest with my cum.
“Fuck, Elijah. That ass of yours is a menace.”
I smile like a jackass and preen under his compliment. We take a few minutes to clean up and then fall back into bed, automatically reaching for each other. I’m reminded of the affection that his sister has for Evie, and the way Evie’s brother looks at his children like they mean the world to him. A small warning flares in the back of my head, but I’m too high and fucked stupid to pay it any mind.
