“Me too, and mostly I’m glad you gave me another chance,” he said.
I stopped under the streetlight closest to our house and took his other hand too. “It wasn’t about me giving you a chance. It was about me realizing there’s more to life than getting dicked out by a different guy every week or so,” I said making him grin. That cute lopsided grin that made his dimple show just enough to make me want to kiss him.
“Do you miss that?” he asked, and I knew he’d been curious but also was probably afraid to ask.
“Not one little bit,” I said and kissed him before gripping his dick. “You know we’re gonna fuck when we get home, right?” We were not even half a block away, so this was a fun way to get us both going without having to wait too long to scratch that itch.
“Oh, we’re gonna fuck. You’re gonna dick me out right there in the living room,” he said shocking me. Tig rarely said shit like that unless he was turned on to the point of letting his dirty side show. And the fact he used the same term I had made me want to shove him up against the bank and do it right there. But there was a streetlight above us, and the bar was within viewing distance. Better to keep some things private.
I squeezed his cheeks between my thumb and fingers, while still gripping his dick through his jeans. “Let’s go, and as soon as we walk in that door, I want you naked, on your hands and knees, on the couch.” Just imagining it made me hard. No one made me want him the way Tig did and I was over denying that shit.
He gripped my face and kissed me hard before shoving me up against the building. There was grinding, kissing, andpossibly some groping before he ran off toward the house leaving me hard and needing. Fucker ran fast too which was impressive with a hard dick. I adjusted mine and took my time because I knew he’d be there waiting as soon as I opened the door.
Eight
Tig
I ran back tothe house and was stripping before the door slammed behind me. He wanted me ready and I was going to make it everything he wanted and more. I grabbed the lube we kept under the couch and smeared some over my hole before shoving in a finger as I eased down onto my knees on the couch.
“Well looks like Christmas came early and now so am I,” Isaac said as soon as he walked inside. Without another word he pulled his jeans down, not bothering with anything else, and pressed the head of his dick against my hole. “You ready?”
“Fuck yes,” I said and tried to unclench my jaw.
He pressed in slowly. So slowly it was almost worse than if he’d shoved his length all the way in, but my god the torture of it all was delicious and my hands searched for something to grip, not to hold me to the couch but to hold me back from jumping on him. When we’d first started sleeping together it was usually me on top. But lately I loved giving myself up to Isaac. He was wild and fucked like he had no cares in the world other than worshiping me and making sure he fucked me within an inch of my life.
Slowly he rocked in and out of me a few times before gripping both my hips and shoving himself as deep as he could get. “How’s that, baby?” he asked, his voice like gravel and turning me on even more. I gripped the edge of the cushion above my head and even though I wanted more than anything to touch myself, I didn’t. It was part of the beautiful pain and want he gave me. One of his hands glided down my back to the middle of my shoulders before trailing back up. He pressed me down a little lower and arched my back just enough he knew he’d be hitting me exactly where I wanted him to, and when the head of his dick hit me just right it made me gasp.
“Oh god,” I managed to choke out.
“Yeah, there you go. Hold onto that cushion. I don’t want you touching yourself,” he said. Not as a request, but more of an order. An order I would do my very fucking best to obey.
“Fuck me,” I finally managed to get out just before he stopped adjusting and being gentle, and started pounding into me. It was a battle from the start with him pushing me into the couch while I pushed back against him as much as I could, always chasing more of what he was giving me. He stopped for a moment and pulled me up to my knees. He had gone from hard and in charge to gentle and caring in a beat. Taking my face in one hand, he turned me enough to kiss him. His other arm wrapped around my waist and held me close enough he could slowly push in and pull out of me. Not enough to satisfy the burning need, and just enough to make me want to come.
“You make me want you every fucking time I see you and when we’re not together I want you even more because I know I have to wait. What have you done to me, Tig? I can’t even think of anyone else ever again. There’s no one but you for me.” He whispered that last part before reaching for my red straining dick. “I bet you’d love to come right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Uh huh,” I managed to grunt out because he had me so fucking turned inside out, I had lost my ability to speak.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m ready for this to end just yet,” he said and guided me down to rest on my chest again. “Matter of fact I think I could make this last a whole lot longer. You feel so fucking good.” We both grunted when he accentuated his words with a hard thrust. His hold on me loosened and I tried to reach for my dick, but he caught my arm and clearly, if he was going to make it last then I was waiting too. Plus, he knew I loved it when he got all bossy and made me wait.
“It’s gonna feel so fucking good. I’m going to shove my dick in your sweet ass as deep as I can and come so hard. Baby, you drive me crazy,” he said without slowing down. I was nearly pastthe point of wanting to come and to the point of needing to come. Reaching around me, Isaac took my straining rock-hard dick in his hand but only held it tight enough for him to know I was ready and to remind me the when was up to him.
“Dammit, Isaac, are you trying to kill me?” I finally said as I broke out in a sweat.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered, and leaned down enough to kiss my back as he finally gripped my dick harder and stroked. My hips moved with his as I chased that end and in just a few strokes I came, shivering and jerking. He held me to him as tight as he could before finally releasing deep inside me as I continued to twitch with the last remnants of my orgasm.
“I might need some help,” I managed to say. The side of my face was smashed into the sofa, and my eyes were closed. I’d been thoroughly fucked and could fall asleep right here right now.
“Come on, old man, let’s get you into the shower and loosen up those joints,” he said.
He was not prepared for how fast I jumped up and stood over him. “I’ll show you old.” I threw him over my shoulder and carried him across the living room and into the bathroom while slapping his ass a few times just for fun.
“Hey,” he said but his chortle let me know he didn’t really mind.
“Next time it’s my turn to fuck you into the couch,” I said before putting him down and immediately turning on the shower.
“I was ready for you but fucking you sounded way too good. I couldn’t resist,” he said and gave me what I knew he hoped was an innocent look. I stared at him for half a second before huffing out an incredulous laugh.
“There’s not one innocent bone in that body,” I said.
