“Good point.”
“And I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”
He kissed my hip and rolled my top up. “Prove it.”
His mouth closed over my nipple, and I let out a loud groan. After a set of tiny pecks on my chest, he pulled away to get the lube.
I watched with bated breath as he poured a generous amount and reached behind himself.
“Holy fucking hell…” My whispered words, laced with arousal, mixed with Beck’s groan.
I knew when he pushed his fingers inside himself because his gaze met mine with a lust so fiery I nearly came from it. If only I could see it.
Wait.
I tilted my head to look into the full-length mirror behind him.
And there it was: Beck’s fingers disappearing between his perfect ass cheeks. His pucker gripped the slick digits as he pulled out, only to add a third one.
“That’s so fucking hot, Beck.” On a wet squelch, he removed his fingers, and his hole contracted, then closed. I wanted my cock inside him so bad it hurt.
“Yeah? I practiced thinking of you.” His rumbly voice saying those words would remain in my memory forever.
I was close to begging at this point, but thankfully, Beck ripped the condom open and rolled it onto my cock. Even the minimal touch required for that sent me in near overdrive with need, so I breathed slowly.
My attention was back on the mirror and Beck positioning himself above me. The head of my dick disappeared in, and yup, I had to look away and count to ten to not ruin the entire experience for both of us. It was difficult because Beck’s tight hole squeezed my cock, sending searing pleasure from my groin to my entire body.
Beck’s lips parted, and we both moaned as he slowly lowered himself. He held on to my pecs, squeezing as he took shallow breaths, moving up and down until he was fully seated. My cock twitched, buried deep in him, and I pulled on my restraints to remind myself he was in charge, to remember I shouldn’t thrust. I shouldn’t fuck into him, no matter how much I wanted to. I was inside him, inside my superhero, my Beck.
“I want to see your face,” I whispered.
With a nod, he unclasped the cowl at the back and pulled it off, revealing messy hair and flushed cheeks.
My heart jumped. Maybe I’d been stuck in a half fantasy until now because seeing his face in this vulnerable position confirmed for me that there was no going back. I couldn’t return to my life without this man in it. Whatever it would take, I was determined to fight for us to be together. Hopefully, Beck felt half as strongly about that as I did.
“So good.” Beck rolled his hips. “This feels so right.”
“Because it is. This. You and me.” I thrust my hips up.
“Yes.” He stroked his cock twice, then let go as if he was as close to coming as I was.
He rode me slowly at first, braced against my chest, his luscious lips parted. I wanted to kiss him, but I also wanted to look at his face and his body moving above me. I let him decide.
His precum created a tiny pool on my abdomen, and my mouth watered at the sight. If he only let me suck him every day and we never went further, I’d be happy. This was simply insane.
Beck’s thigh muscles bunched when he moved up and down, his ass slapping my thighs in a rhythmic sound. Did he know how fucking beautiful he was? I had to make sure.
“You’re so gorgeous.” My voice sounded strained and laced with lust.
Beck leaned to capture my lips, and the slow yet desperate kiss reflected my need for him. He bounced on me faster, keeping us in the kiss asour moans turned into mewls. A pressure on my wrists told me Beck held me down, but then my hands were free of their bindings.
“Cay,” he said above my lips. “Jerk my cock and come with me.”
“Okay.” I reached between us and stroked.
Quick movements.
Lewd sounds.
