Sliding my pants to my knees, he takes my cock into his mouth.
I curse as I enjoy the sort of break I’ve needed all day long, even after our morning fuck.
He works it some before pulling it out of his mouth and gasping for air, as if he’s been so into it that he fucking forgot to get a breath in.
He grips onto my hips and guides me back against a board behind me—the frame for an unfinished wall.
I lean on it for support as he blows me, relaxing the back of my head on the wood as I enjoy his skilled tongue—one that he’s gotten good at using.
“Fuck, Scott. Fuckin’ A.”
He cups my balls in his hand and applies just the right amount of pressure. I twist my fingers in his curls, gripping on and forcing him to take me deeper. He gags softly, but it’s clear by the way he forces it back that it’s not discouraging him, and it’s sure as fuck making me leak.
I tug his hair back so that my cock springs free from his lips. Then I lean down, hook my hands under his arms, and pull him to his feet. He looks annoyed that I interrupted his work.
“Don’t look so upset now,” I say as I squat and retrieve a condom and packet of lube from my back pocket. He glances down and then back at me. There’s lust in his eyes. “See? I wouldn’t let you down.”
“I notice you always have one handy these days.”
“Because I’m not letting us get into a bind like we did the first day we tried this.”
He grins. “You mean because you don’t want to trip over your pants?”
“Same difference,” I say before wrapping an arm around him and pulling him to me, claiming his mouth with mine.
I press my free hand against the small of his back, enjoying the feel of his sweaty body against my shirt. I tuck our supplies in his front pocket because I’m not in any rush. I want to enjoy the feel of his smooth body and the grooves and dips between his muscles.
I explore with rough gropes before unbuttoning his shorts and unzipping them to reveal the massive bulge in his briefs.
He shrugs, his expression filled with guilt. How does he always manage to look so fucking adorable?
I take the condom from his pocket, curl my thumbs in either side of his shorts and briefs, then force them down. His cock springs forward, and I don’t waste my time.
I grab his hips, spin him around, and push him toward the wooden beam. When I’m prepped, I slide into him, letting his body adjust to my girth and listening to his movements as I feel my way inside him.
I like the way his ass grips onto my shaft as I push deep within.
He looks over his shoulder, his mouth hanging open.
“God, you feel too fucking good,” he says as his body trembles beneath me.
“You should feel this ass.”
I slide my hand up his side, trailing up his chest to his neck, which I grip onto and pull back on. He turns his head a little more, and I lean forward and kiss him. I pull away briefly and lick across his cheek, enjoying that familiar taste of him while I thrust. I reach down with my right hand and grip onto his fully erect dick, running my thumb across the head.
“You’re leaking for me,” I whisper into his ear, since I’ve learned through our fucking that he likes when I do that. Since I’ve listened and explored the things he likes, I know just how much it gets to him.
And the quaking of his body reminds me of how good I am at turning him on these days.
I continue whispering, “You like me taking your hot piece of ass. Makes you real hard, doesn’t it? Just makes you spill all over the place like the greedy little bottom you are.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
I entangle my fingers in his hair, grip on, and tug back so that he has to tilt his head up, because another thing I’ve learned is how much he enjoys being dominated. Sometimes I think he just needs to be tied down and forced to obey my every command.
“Tell me you like it when I own you like the dirty bastard you really are.”
“Yes! Fuck me, Mikey. Fuck me harder.”
