As pleasure shivered up my spine, I gasped and tipped my head back, losing myself in the moment, his powerful arms and the relentless rhythm of his hand. I propped myself on a straight arm behind me.
Biting along my neck, he held me trapped against him and swirled his thumb over our tips, spreading precum. “You’re so fucking beautiful, babe.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
As tingling spread from my ear to my cock, my breath snagged. He always knew how to pleasure me best. No one else knew all my spots and used them the way he did. As he quickened the pace on our dicks, a sudden jolt of pleasure rocketed through me and my balls drew up. “Close, Eli. Be careful.” I wanted the main course.
Grinning against the sensitive skin of my neck, he said, “I guess we need to prepare the main dish.” He inched away and said, “Lift your knees again.”
Would this even work? We had to try. “Okay.” My strong core proved beneficial. I raised a knee toward his armpit, and he locked it in place with his arm. I was now slightly angled and exposed.
“Got you.” He planted a passionate kiss on my lips while his free hand snuck down and his slippery fingers circled my hole. “You okay?”
“I’m great.” I held myself up with my arms behind me, tension coiling inside me. “Fuck me, babe.” I didn’t need or want much prep. I wanted to feel this.
“Yeah?” he whispered against my cheek as he slipped his finger inside me and then rubbed my prostate.
“Oh, hell.” I panted, dipping my head as pleasure shuddered through me. “Keep going. Don’t stop.” As he pegged me again and again, my dick twitched and dribbled precum down the shaft.
He added a second finger and claimed my mouth with his, fluttering his tongue over mine.
As my insides clenched with sensation, I broke the kisses and gasped. “Fuck me, Eli. I’m ready.” I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him.
“Okay.” He pulled his fingers from me and added lube to his stiff cock.
I leaned back on my elbows and hooked my ankles around his hips, jerking him closer to me. “Come here.”
As his eyes darkened further, he said, “You’re hot for this. I like it.” He lined his dick up with my hole.
Lifting my knees higher, I bared more of myself to him. “I’m very hot for you.” It didn’t matter what we did or where. It was always the best.
With a grunt, he slowly pushed inside me, his eyelids fluttering and his teeth biting his lower lip. “Fuck, so tight, babe.”
As the pressure burned inside me, I breathed through it and bore down, taking all of him. “So good…” Yeah, I’d feel this for a few days and every time, I’d remember him.
As his balls reached the counter’s edge, he said, “Shimmy down a little more.” He chuckled. “This counter is cold, and I won’t want to be slapping my balls on it.”
“Oh.” With a soft snort, I shifted toward him, the edge of my ass hanging off the counter. “I’m ready. Fuck me, babe. Make me see stars.”
“Hell yes.” Gripping my hips, he pulled out and drove in, his breath coming in quick pants. “I can see your gorgeous face perfectly.” His hooded gaze locked on mine as his hair bounced with the force of his thrusts.
Hooking my ankles around him again, I said, “Can’t wait to see you come.” Sensation heated my skin while sparks lit behind my eyes with each rock of his hips. I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Yeah?” He grunted while his hips slapped against the backs of my thighs and sweat beaded on his brow. As his brows tensed and his mouth dropped open, he said, “Fuck, coming babe. Oh, shit.” He pressed in deeply and grabbed my cock, milking me. “Come for me,” he hissed.
As sensation twisted up my spine, my balls tingled, and insides pinched. I surrendered to a mind-shattering orgasm as my balls unloaded in his fist, painting my chest with cum while contractions rolled through my body, firing through all my nerve endings. I moaned and gasped with each one, keeping my gaze fixed on his.
As it slowed, I fell onto my back on the counter, taking deep breaths. “Holy fuck, Eli.” I’d never look at this kitchen the same again.
“Yeah. Holy fuck.” He bent over me, his waning cock still lodged inside me, and covered my mouth in lazy kisses while cupping my cheek. “Good thing we’re both in great physical shape or this might not have worked.” He offered a smirk.
“I guess there’s an advantage to being athletes.” I giggled. My brain wasn’t back online yet.
“There is.” As he kissed my collarbone and down the center of my chest, his dick slipped out of me. “Oops, it's cleanup time.” He ripped a paper towel off the holder and wet it under the sink. “Being in the kitchen makes it a little easier.” He wiped my ass.
I chuckled. “You'd better disinfect the counter before you cook on it again.” Did any of his roommates do shit like this? Casey had a boyfriend who came over occasionally, and I wouldn’t put it past him. But he spent most of the time at Ryker’s apartment.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything is kosher when we’redone.” He ran the paper towel under the water and cleaned himself.
The hard surface ached through my back. “I’m getting up now.” I sat up, my legs dangling off the edge.
