I obey.
He writhes in pleasure as he takes my dick.
Then a burst of inspiration takes control.
I slide out of him and spin him back toward me. I like the confused, thrown expression he’s making. It’s like he feels rejected by the fact that I didn’t go ahead and spill my load inside him.
But I know he’ll like this, considering how much he enjoyed that day when I fucked him on the desk.
Leaning down, I lift him by his thighs and use the tips of my fingers to guide my cock back inside. His arms around me, holding on tight, I watch his face as he calls out, “Fuck, Mikey!”
“I love it when you scream my name.”
“Make me come, Mikey, please.”
And I take him. I take him the way he needs to be taken, watching his head roll back and forth as he calls out without inhibition—just like I’ve heard him ever since we started this recurring fuck buddy arrangement.
There’s a wicked part of me that wants to fill him up without this condom between us.
I’d never do that to either of us. I’d never be so irresponsible, but it’s a wicked thought I enjoy while I claim this ass.
He tightens his hold around me, and I can feel that I’m getting close.
“Fuck,” I say. “I’m not coming before you.”
“Just do it,” he says.
“No.”
“I’m about to go, so you might as well.”
I stop moving. If I so much as push one more time, it’s over for me.
He has his hand gripped tight around his cock, jerking it furiously. “Please, it’ll take me over the edge,” he says. “Just come. I need it.”
I offer him a little push, thinking that at least I can stimulate his prostate a little, but I realize it’s too much as the pressure in me builds too fast, and my body forcing another series of thrusts, my muscles seemingly forcing me to go through the motions until I’m coming.
“Fuck…”
Scott shoots his own load onto himself.
I push up against his body, keeping my face next to his, the sweat sticky between us as we settle from the intensity of yet another amazing fuck.
29
I feel filthy, disgusting, and so fucking sexy from the way Mikey took me.
My legs tremble. My body shakes from the excitement that soars through me.
Mikey pulls his jeans and tool belt up, securing them around his waist as I do the same with mine. As soon as mine are on again, he grabs my ass and presses me up against the board again.
“I have a funny feeling I’m going to have a big black mark where you had me against that board,” I tell him.
His expression shifts to concern.
“Relax. It’s a sex injury. Not like you fucking kicked the crap out of me.”
He grabs my shoulders and spins me around. “Oh, nah. It’s a little pink. You’ll be fine. But did it hurt?”
