The tight heat of his ass around my cock had me near passing out the closer and closer I got to sliding in all the way. I’d had sex plenty in the past, but rarely had it affected me like this. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of the exploration tingling through my veins or the way I’d felt comfortable around Cay from the moment I met him, but my mouth and my cock seemed to be operating of their own volition.
“Damn, you’re going to wreck me,” I murmured as I continued to slowly pump in and out where I was at,fighting the urge to slam into him hard again and again until we were both screaming. I wanted—needed—him to enjoy every second of this tonight, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to risk anything due to impatience. “You feel so good I just want to live here. Just bend you over and slide inside anytime we’re together.”
“Holy shit, you’re definitely trying to kill me.” Cay breathed out, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
I shifted my hips forward again, and this time, that final bit of resistance relaxed, and I sank in fully. It felt so damn good that for a second I stopped moving completely, sure that I was going to explode inside him at the slightest shift. After a few deep inhales to try to pull myself together, I began to fuck him in earnest.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cay cried out, his head tipping back. “What wasthat?”
I thrust in against the spot a few more times, just to watch Cay arch beneath me, his eyes rolling back. “Guess I found your prostate,” I murmured, excitement flaring in my chest. Curiosity crept in at seeing how that single spot electrified the tension between us.
Cay’s moans echoed through his empty apartment, and the quickened movement of our bodies set the couch to creaking. We were definitely testing the quality of his furniture right now. A flush dusted Cay’s cheeks, and I dipped down to press my lips to his. I drove my tongue intohis mouth, hungry for his cries as I continued to thrust inside him, my grip on his wrists never wavering.
I’d never felt a velvet squeeze around my cock like this, and my eyes rolled back in my head when I sank inside him again, living for the way his hole dragged me closer to the edge with every thrust. Cay was enthusiastic as fuck too, his hips rocking as he all but fucked himself on my cock. A moan escaped my lips as we crashed together, his lush ass cheeks the perfect cushioning. I’d love to fuck him from behind just to watch them bounce, and already, the fantasies I had revolving around this man were multiplying faster than I could chase them.
Fuck, what would he look like with his legs bound open to be fucked? His hands strapped overhead as he writhed there helplessly?
My balls threatened to rise and unload at the mere thought alone, and I pulled back to grit my teeth and try to restrain my orgasm.
“Oh god, I’m so damn close,” Cay forced out, his words almost slurred from pleasure.
That same telltale tension coiled inside me, and I began to fuck into him even harder. The slap of our skin echoed around the room, and sweat began to prickle on my forehead. My balls ached with the need to unleash, and the silken feel of him around my cock was so fucking intoxicating each breath came in heavier.Cay’s pants mingled with my own, and his cock was fucking straining in front of me, desperate to be touched.
I finally let go of his wrists to wrap my palm around his length, not stopping as I continued to sink into that plush ass again and again. Precum slicked the way with my strokes, and the contact alone almost sent him launching off the bed.
“Ohhhh,” Cay moaned out as he all but fucked into my hand. I didn’t stop thrusting into him the entire time. My entire body was a bomb about to detonate, and I wanted to be obliterated.
His loud cry reverberated through the room, and a second later, his hole was clenching around my cock as cum spurted from his tip. Flecks of it dribbled down my hand, but I continued to stroke him as I sank in even harder, my breaths coming in short and furious.
All of a sudden, my orgasm barreled in like a Mack truck down the freeway. One moment I was driving in deep, and the next I stayed buried there, my cum unloading into the condom. The force of my release was blinding, my vision blurring as sheer, unadulterated bliss poured through me in a ferocious torrent. An almost wounded noise escaped me from the power behind it as I sagged forward. My one hand was all that kept me upright, my other still wrapped around Cay’s cock as I rode one long-as-hell wave of pleasure.
My legs started trembling as I slowly came back down to reality. Cay lay beneath me, his dark eyes hazed with bliss and a goofy, fucked-out expression on his features. My heart thudded a little harder at the sight of him, at the sheer comfort there.
Cay licked his lips as his gaze landed on me. “If you want to fuck me like that again, I’ll bend over for you as often as you like. Why has no one been playing with my prostate all this time?”
“I mean, no one’s stopping you,” I murmured, amusement warming my chest. I slowly pulled out of him, taking my time. He slightly winced, and worry flared. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little sore,” he said, still beaming. “Worth it, though.”
God, my heart tumbled at that carefree grin.
He brought his wrists in front of him, lightly touching them. “I’m pretty sure there’ll be some interesting bruises to explain away here too.”
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” I said, squeezing my nape as I rose to my knees. Panic flashed through me. Had I gone too far?
“Don’t be,” he said, offering another charming smile. “I told you I like a little pain. And I never realized I was into that either.”
“Being restrained?” I asked, filling in the blank. Because his body language and responses had been broadcasting that loud and clear.
He bobbed his head. “Yeah, fuck. That was so hot.”
I rolled off the condom and tied it off, needing to dispose of that and wash the quickly cooling cum from my hands. “I’ll be right back,” I said, rising from the couch. In a few quick strides, I was in his bathroom with the water on. I rinsed the cum from my hands, but when I glanced around for a washcloth, I realized his place was uninhabited at the moment, which meant none of that shit.
I shook my hands as I stepped back into the room and grabbed my boxer briefs off the floor. Cay was still lying splayed out and boneless on the couch, looking delicious enough to devour all over again. When he stared at me, those big brown eyes were guileless, just completely fucking adorable.
I used the boxer briefs to wipe the cum off his chest. “Sorry, no towels.”
He shrugged, not seeming to be bothered, which was utterly hundred percent him. “Can’t even care. I’m too fucked out to move.”
