I shrug.
“Maybe both?”
“I’m not sure that’s physically possible.”
He chuckles. “Not at the same time. Take turns.” He presses the lube into my hand. “You go first.”
He rolls onto his side so his back is to me and puts his upper foot on the bed, raising his knee and parting his thighs. My skin tingles as I look at the gap he’s made for my cock and his arse crack. He’s hairy all over, which I was quite surprised to find I adore.
He looks over his shoulder at me. “Okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. Just enjoying the view.”
He grins. “How long are you going to keep me waiting?”
I look into his eyes. “What if you don’t like it?”
“Then I’ll tell you, and you’ll stop. It’ll be just like thrusting into your fist. You’ve done that before, right?”
I narrow my eyes. “You think?” I say sarcastically.
He winks at me. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”
I squeeze lube onto my hand and stroke it over my cock. I close the gap between us and wrap an arm around his waist. I put my other hand on his back and then slide my cock between his legs. He lowers his thigh, making the gap between his legs tighter. It feels amazing.
“You good?” he asks.
“Uh-huh. You?”
He nods. Tentatively, I draw my hips back and then thrust forward again. My eyelids flutter. It feels amazing. Addy’s thighs are warm and squishy, and the lube helps my cock glide between them. It’s not effortless because he’s squeezing my cock tight, but that only makes it more pleasurable.
“That feels good,” he breathes.
I raise my eyebrows, shocked he likes it too. Although I’m not sure why it’s surprising. I guess I’m just not sure what he’s getting out of it. I keep thrusting slowly and gently, and Addy grunts and groans, making me want to swap so I can feel what he’s feeling. Should I make him come first? Will he be able to come without stroking himself off as well?
“Stop overthinking.” He chuckles between gasps. “Do you want to swap?”
“Yes. If you do.”
“I’m having fun, but I’d like to experience what you are.”
I drop the lube bottle over his shoulder and then turn around. I hear the pop of the lid and the airy squish of the bottle being squeezed. There’s the wet slapping sound of a fist rubbing up and down a lube-covered cock. The mattress shifts, and Addy kisses my shoulder. He wraps his arm around my waist, drawing me back to him. His cock slips between my thighs and brushes against my arse. As Addy thrusts, the head of his cock knocks against my ball sack.
“Oh God,” I bite out before my eyes roll back, and I become incapable of speech.
“Is that good?” he asks, kissing my neck.
I nod and make a noise that I hope sounds like an affirmation. He moves his hand to my cock and starts to stroke me off as he keeps thrusting between my legs. He’s a lot less tentative than I was and quickly builds up speed. His hot breaths puff over my shoulder.
“This is so good,” he says. “You feel amazing, Fitz.”
“So do you,” I manage.
Every thrust is stimulating my taint. I’m tingling all over, but especially in that area. Part of me wants him to slip inside me so I can know whatthatfeels like, but the sensible part of my brain knows it’s not that easy and that even suggesting it would be stupid. But Iwantto try.
The realisation hits me hard and tips me over the edge. I groan as my body tenses. My thighs squeeze tight around Addy’s cock as I come all over his fist. A second later, Addy is gasping and coming between my legs.
“Fuck, that was good,” he breathes.
