“Diego,” Hayden gasped, pushing back against my face. “I need you... inside me... now.”
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I admired the sight of him. His ass was slick with my saliva, his hole pink and slightly open. He was ready for me. I reached for my jeans on the floor, fumbling for the condom I’d stuck in my wallet.
“Turn over,” I commanded, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth. “I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
Hayden rolled onto his back, legs spread wide in invitation. The hat was now askew on his head, making him look both ridiculous and incredibly sexy. His cock lay hard against his stomach, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I rolled the condom over my length, giving myself a few strokes as I positioned myself between his thighs.
“You got lube?” I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
He nodded toward the nightstand. “Drawer.”
I found it quickly and slicked my fingers, pressing two inside him without preamble. He was already relaxed from my tongue, taking my fingers easily. I worked him open, watching his face contort with pleasure when I curled my fingers to hit that spot inside him.
“Fuck, right there,” he moaned, arching his back.
“You ready for my cock, Freckles?” I asked, scissoring my fingers inside him.
“Yes,” he hissed. He reached up, grabbed my shoulders, and with a surprising amount of strength, rolled me onto my back. Then, without hesitation, climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. “But I want to ride you,” he said, pushing that cowboy hat back into place. “I’m callin’ the shots now, cowboy.”
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him. Hayden looked like a deepest fantasy come to life, all lean muscle and freckled skin, that warm smile on his lips, and my hat sitting perfectly imperfect on his head. My hands instinctively moved to his hips, steadying him as he positioned himself above me.
“I like this view,” I growled, running my hands up his thighs.
“Thought you might,” he replied, reaching behind to grasp my cock.
I hissed through my teeth as he guided me to his entrance, the head of my cock pressing against his slick hole. Hayden held my gaze as he slowly lowered himself, taking me inch by agonizing inch. His face was a beautiful study in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded, lips parted, and cheeks flushed beneath those perfect freckles.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed as he finally settled fully on my cock, my hands tightening on his hips. “You feel amazing.”
Hayden braced his hands on my chest and began to move, rising up until I almost slipped out before sinking back down. The sight of my cock disappearing inside him, the tight heat surrounding me, was almost too much to bear.
“Keep that hat on,” I reminded him, reaching up to adjust it when it started to slip.
He laughed, a breathless sound that turned into a moan when I thrust up to meet him. “You and this hat obsession.”
“It’s not the hat,” I corrected, running my hands over his freckled chest. “I just think you look damn good in it.”
Hayden set a torturous pace, slow and deliberate, his thighs flexing with each rise and fall. I could tell he was enjoying the power, the control, watching me whimper beneath him. His cock bobbed between us, hard and leaking, and I wrapped my hand around it, matching his rhythm.
“Fuck,” he gasped, his pace faltering as I stroked him. “Diego...”
“That’s it, Freckles,” I encouraged, my thumb swiping over his sensitive head. “Take what you want.”
His movements grew faster, more erratic, his body trembling with each downward thrust. I could feel my own orgasm building, heat coiling tight in my belly, but I was determined to make him cum first. I wanted to watch him lose himself while wearing my hat, riding my cock like he was born for it.
“You close?” I asked, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” he panted, grinding down harder. “So close...”
I changed the angle of my hips slightly, thrusting up to hit that spot inside him that I knew drove him wild. His reaction was immediate, a sharp cry, his back arching, and his inner walls clenching around me.
“There,” he gasped. “Right there!”
I kept hitting that spot relentlessly, stroking his cock faster as herode me, his movements growing desperate. The sight of him above me, head thrown back, my hat somehow still clinging to his head, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Cum for me, Freckles,” I urged, tightening my grip on his cock. “I wanna know how much you love my cock.”
His entire body tensed, thighs quivering as he slammed down on me one last time. With a broken cry of my name, he came, hot ropes of cum shooting across my chest and stomach. His body clenched around me like a vise, the pulsing sensation sending me hurtling over the edge right after him.
