“Yourprostate?”
Dax glanced over his shoulder. “No, my funny bone.” His tone dripped with sarcasm. “Yes, myprostate!”
“Now don’t laugh and hurt yourself again,” I teased, but he chuckledanyway.
“Looks like I’m goodnow.”
I pulled my cock farther out of him, then pushed back in, inspecting his body, his movements, doing my best to read him, which became easier when he threw his head back and reached down to hiscock.
“I hope I feel as good in you as you feel in me. Jace Kruse, bet you’ve made a lot of womenhappy.”
“Hopefully the way I’m about to make a man real happy,” I said, Dax’s words giving me plenty of encouragement to feed myego.
I continued moderating my pace, waiting until Dax sped up his own pushes back against me. Then I leaned down and pressed my chest against his back, wrapping my arms around him, setting one hand on his abs and running it up and down, appreciating Dax’s figure as I pushed in and out. I kissed his shoulder blade, then ran my nose against his flesh until I reached his neck, which I kissedtoo.
He reached back and set his hand on my head, stroking gently as I continued appreciating that hole gripping my cock, working me up in the best of ways as we moved in sync, each of us reading the other just right to push at the most opportunemoment.
As he leaned back, I moved with him, following his lead as he positioned himselfupright.
“Aw, fuck,” he muttered, his fingers curled in my hair, my face pressed right against his ear. He turned toward me. “How you liking thatass?”
“Can’t youtell?”
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me that’s not the best damn ass you could have had for your firsttime.”
I couldn’t suppress my smile. “Yeah, feels like it was made especially forme.”
He snickered, and said, “Feels like this cock was made to hit all the right places, so fair isfair.”
He turned even more and pressed against the back of my head, reeling me in to him, and I submitted so easily to his desire, taking that kiss that stirred swirling sensations in my head andchest.
I only pulled away long enough to check the condom to make sure it was still secure on my cock, then slid my hand up from his waist to his face, running my fingers through his scruff, enjoying how it felt on my hand andface.
“You mind if I ride it?” heasked.
“Topping from thebottom?”
He smiled. “I just want to show you what I expect you to do forme.”
“Mmmm…” I followed through with his request, and we wound up with me lying across the mattress and him squatting over me, descending onto my shaft, taking his time as he’d done before, though now it seemed much easier for him to work into a stride withme.
On his knees, he lifted his ass and lowered it, serving that hole up to my dick as he massaged a hand across mychest.
As his eyes rolled back, I asked, “You think you could get used tothis?”
He grinned. “Now don’t get too cocky onme.”
“I’ll show you cocky,” I said as I hooked my arms under his legs. Leaning up, I kissed him as I repositioned, sliding my legs behind me while pulling his forward until I was able to lay him on thebed.
The pressure rose so quickly within me, it caught me by surprise. “Oh, stop, stop, stop,” Isaid.
“What? What’s wrong? Charliehorse?”
I was amused by his assumption. “No, I just think if either of us move right this second, I’m gonnashoot.”
“Enjoying it that much, huh? It’s okay. You can tell me how good my ass is to you.” He took his dick in his hand and jerked onit.
“Wait, wait,” I said, taking his hand, and he stopped. I licked my own hand before grasping his cock and stroking him myself. “Figure this works the same as mine,” I teased, keeping my body stiff while still inside him. “Now don’t move or I’m gonna come, okay? I want you to blow first. I’m a polite Southerner, afterall.”
