“I want to take it all.”
He pulls back out, and I fear he might have changed his mind.Remembered what an absolutely shit idea this is considering our work situation.
I turn around as he starts to get up from the floor, but as hereaches halfway up my body, he wraps an arm around me, and before I know it, hehoists me into the air and carries me through the house, into a hallway besidethe kitchen.
I wonder for a moment how he can be fucking carrying me likethis with his leg, but I used to hit the gym with a guy who wore a prostheticleg, and he could deadlift twice his fucking body weight. And it’s obviousbased on Reese’s physique that he spends plenty of time at the gym.
Reese takes me down a hallway, into a bedroom, and sets me on aqueen-sized bed so that I’m lying on my back. He pulls my shoes off and slidesmy pants and boxer briefs down my legs, tossing them onto the floor as heremoves each one. He’s still fully clothed, and here I am, completely exposed,totally vulnerable. Totally his to do whatever the fuck he wants with.
“You have the hottest little body,” he says, as if he just nownoticed.
“I don’t hit the gym for nothing.” I’m cocky about it, but Iwork hard, so I feel like I have a right to be, and his interest doesn’t appearto let up, so I don’t think he gives a damn how conceited I may be. He likeswhat he sees enough to disregard a lot just so he can be up in my hole.
He heads to a nightstand by the bed and retrieves condoms andlube. Wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t had condoms because I have one in mypocket along with a lube packet I left there when I almost tricked out with aguy on Grindr. Before the asshole flaked.
As he tosses the condoms and lube on the bed, I prop myself upon my elbows. “Why don’t you show me that hot body of yours?” I ask. He smirks.It’s clear by his expression that he’s confident about what he’s got.
He unbuttons his shirt slowly, as if he’s revealing some greatsecret, which can’t be all that secret considering I can tell he’s got a greatmuscly bod under that shirt. Only so much he can do to hide that.
When he’s finished unbuttoning, he slides it off, letting itfall behind him.
I was wrong. So fucking wrong. I knew it was good, but not thisgood. Four distinct lines cross through either side of his fucking eight-pack,creating sharp shadows beneath them. I’m jealous as shit at how defined he is.I work my butt off to look half as jacked up.
“Those are some fucking nice abs,” I admit. “And that chest…andthose fucking biceps…I bet that dick’s just as good.”
He removes his shoe on his left foot and his sock before slidinghis pants and underwear down to the floor.
There’s the prosthetic. A curved dip in the metal makes spacefor his knee, and what looks like some sort of gray liner extends over his leg,but I can’t really tell how much of his leg he still has below the knee.
I wonder if he’s leaving the limb on or taking it off. I want toask, but I’m not going to. I’m just going to roll with whatever he’scomfortable with, especially since I can tell by the sad expression on his facethat his confidence has taken a hit.
He slowly steps out of the leg of his jeans. Then he looks up atme—I can tell to gauge my reaction. I look right into his eyes to let him knowit doesn’t bother me. I mean, it won’t as long as he can still fuck me goodwith that fat cock of his.
He crawls onto the bed and positions his face at my legs. “Yougot a pretty good cock you’re working with too,” he says before he takes itinto his mouth.
I toss my head back and run my fingers through his blond tuftsas he goes down on me, proving that he’s as good with his tongue in the frontas he was in the back. He stimulates my cock with his lips and tongue beforehis hand joins in on the action. He grips onto the base of my shaft while heencircles the head with his tongue, moving his hand and mouth in sync with oneanother, creating a rhythm that leaves me gasping with pleasure. “You sure knowhow to suck a dick,” I say.
He stops. “I sure know how to do a lot of things,” he saysbefore abandoning my dick. He grabs the condom from beside me and suits up.
My body tenses as he spreads my legs, and I know it’s becausehe’s so big. I’m fucking nervous as hell. But I want it.
I like the look in his eyes, full of desire and lust.
He lathers some lube on his fingers before sticking them backinto me. It feels good, but not good enough. “Just give me what I want,” I beg.
“What do you want?” I can tell by the way he says it he alreadyknows. He wants me to say it.
“I want your fucking cock inside me. I want you to make me feelgood. I want you opening me up like you do all your good bottoms.”
He accepts the invitation, pulls his fingers out, and spreadssome lube across his dick before pressing the head against my hole, pushing.
He studies me. “In case you’re wondering, thisisagainstcompany policy.” Serious as he looks, I can tell by the way he says it, he’snot discouraged.
Even after opening me up with his fingers, I’m still tight, mybody unwilling to let him in easily.
“That fucking tight hole of yours just needs to be loosened up,doesn’t it?”
I’m worried he’ll push in too quickly. But he doesn’t. He movesslowly, my body adjusting to his girth. As his cock pushes in just right, ashot of adrenaline races through my veins. I forgot how nice it can be to befilled, especially with one this thick.
