Then I was on my side next to him, his legs spread wide, and I indulged in more of his amazing kisses while I teased him open with slick fingers. Long after he was taking my fingers easily, long after he was squirming and moaning and trying to fuck himself on my hand, I kept going. Kept kissing him. Kept fingering him. Kept driving him higher and higher just because I could.
“Peyton.”He grabbed my arm and met my gaze with fire in his eyes. “Fuck me.Now.”
I bit back a groan. “How do you want it?”
He shook his head. “Don’t care. Just want your dick.”
I kissed him lightly. “Get on top.”
“Ooh. You like being ridden, don’t you?”
“You better believe it.” I lifted myself off him and got on my back. As he straddled me, I whispered, “What can I say? I love this view.”
Avery grinned. “So what you’re saying is—give you a show?”
I laughed, running my hands up his powerful thighs. “You already are, baby.”
He just chuckled.
I put on some more lube, and then I steadied myself as I guided him down onto my cock. I liked this position a lot, but it also meant he could decide how fast and how deep he took me; I was well aware that my dick was on the bigger end, and that wasn’t so much a flex as it was a reason to be careful. As much as I wanted to fuck him into oblivion, I didn’t want to hurt him.
Avery eased himself down a little at a time, and it was just as well we were in this position. Not only could he control how deep and hard we went, I wasn’t expected to do anything except lie here and stare up at him, watching his pleasure play out across his face. The flutters of his eyelids. The way his lips parted with soundless cries and curses. His hair tumbling over his face when he let his head fall forward.
And all the while, being overwhelmed myself from moving inside him. From his slow, slick strokes. From how hot and tight he was. Oh my God, I couldn’t have kept up a rhythm or anything in that moment because I was just so mesmerized by him.
I was so, so glad I could really, truly feel him, too, even if that threatened to overwhelm me. I’d have happily worn a condom if that was what he wanted, but as I slid home, Iwas so damn glad we were going raw. The heat, the slick tightness—it just wouldn’t be the same with that layer between us. I wanted to feel him, and oh, yeah, I did. Every stroke. Every moan. When he rocked his hips and changed the angle, we both gasped, and all I could do was push up into him and try not to lose my mind.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, letting his head fall back. He sounded on the edge of tears as he ground out, “I fucking love your dick.”
I just moaned, trying not to go insane as I matched his rhythm.
Like a lot of guys did when they bottomed, he’d gone soft, but he was getting hard again. I grabbed the lube, poured some on my hand, and I reveled in that strangled moan as I started stroking him back to full attention. He changed his movements again, fucking into my fist as he impaled himself on my cock.
“You are so hot like this, baby,” I slurred. “Jesus…”
Avery bit his lip and moved faster. I matched him as best I could, and together we picked up more and more speed. He was rock-hard in my hand now, too.
“Do you want to come like this?” I panted.
He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered before he gazed down at me. “You want me to?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m…” I arched under us as a shiver ran through me. “Oh, God. Yeah. I won’t be far behind you if you do.”
That drew a deliciously helpless moan out of him, and he was the one to shiver this time, tightening around my dick as his rhythm faltered for a couple of strokes. He recovered, though, moving even faster than before—oh, yeah, we were on a mission now. Round two could be long and indulgent; I needed us both to get off this time beforeI went absolutely out of my mind. I needed him to clench hard around me, come all over me, and drive me over that edge to my own desperately needed climax.
“Oh, God,” he rasped. “Don’t… Don’t stop. Don’t…” He leaned forward enough to grab the headboard, and he used that leverage to ride me so damn hard, so damn fast?—
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” I slurred. “Oh, fuck… Fuck, I’m?—”
Avery’s whole body jerked, and he cried out as his hole clenched impossibly tightly around me, and then hot cum landed on my stomach. I didn’t even know what I was saying—just mumbling and babbling as his orgasm sent me crashing into my own. I let go of his cock, grabbed his hips, and pulled him down on me, and I shouted God only knew what as I came inside him.
With one last shudder, I stilled.
Above me, Avery was trembling and out of breath, and I wrapped my arms around him and tugged him down. I didn’t worry about the cum or the sweat. We’d take a shower in a minute.
First, though, I wanted to just hold him while we both came back to earth.
All my earlier emotions came back to the surface as I held my shaking, panting boyfriend against me. When I closed my eyes, I wasn’t at all surprised to squeeze a couple of hot tears free.
