“You have me. Anytime you want.”
It had been a while since I topped Trent. Usually, I wanted him on me, over me. Everywhere. But just then, I felt the need to claim him even if he already was mine.
I lowered onto him, pressing us together from legs to lips. His weight easily accepted mine, and though his body was hard, Trent was always a soft place for me to fall. The kiss was deep and thorough, me inventorying everything about him that I already knew. I’d been here a thousand times and likely would a thousand more, but no two times with Trent were ever quite the same.
Licking into his mouth, I shoved my hand under the pillow, feeling around for the hidden bottle of lube. I pulled back, ripping our lips apart to kiss across his jaw and into his neck. We moved together like an ocean wave, ebbing and flowing but our bodies in sync.
Our cocks slotted together between our bodies was the perfect friction, building the need inside me until I could think of nothing else.
Sliding down his body, I mouthed at him as I went, kissing, sucking, and nipping at every part of him I could touch as I settled on my knees between his thighs.
His cock jerked to the sound of the cap popping open, and I leaned over to slide him into the back of my throat. His moan was guttural and deep, the throbbing of his cock a rhythm against my tongue.
Leaving my lips around him, I poured some lube onto my fingertips and massaged it around his entrance, swirling my fingers in a circle until his hips were moving to the same tempo. His breath caught when my finger breached him, and I pulled off his cock to sit up and watch the pleasure play over his face.
I loved him like this. My big, strong husband reduced to a shivering pile of want with flushed cheeks, hazy eyes, and kiss-reddened lips. His chest rose and fell heavily with his panting, and his hair was mussed from the way his head thrashed on the pillow.
When he was ready, I worked a second finger into him, both of us groaning at the way his body just sucked me right in.
“You are so hot like this, T,” I whispered, adding more lube to his ass and scissoring my fingers open.
Impatience created a second heartbeat inside me, demanding I get inside him faster.
“More, baby,” he murmured, pushing back on my fingers.
I curled them in, brushing over that textured spot inside him, and he let out a guttural sound. “That’s my spot,” I told him, sliding in a third finger. “That’s a place only I know how to find, only I know how to pleasure.”
“Only you,” he echoed, abs contracting.
I gave it another stroke, enjoying the way his body sang, before pulling out and pushing down my boxers to slick up my desperate cock.
He watched me stroke myself through half-slitted lids, gnawing on his lower lip like he wanted to beg.
“I love you like this,” I confessed. “My dominant husband on his back for me, legs spread, with a look of desperation glinting in your eyes.”
“I want you, Drew. Come over here and give it to me.”
My hands hit the mattress on either side of his body, and his hands curled around my forearms. I rocked against his prepped hole, reveling at the softness of his ring versus the granite of my head. “You ready?”
“Take me, Drew.”
I shoved in, claiming my rightful place inside him with a single stroke. Both of us groaned in bliss, and I dropped my head between my shoulders as a full-body shiver ran down to my toes. He was hot and tight, the grip on me possessive and unrelenting.
I pulled back and snapped my hips, forcing a grunt out of him that curled my toes. I started thrusting then, hammering into his body as though it were my life’s mission, all my attention condensed to the place our bodies intersected.
“Mine,” I growled, thrusting again and again. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Trent’s hips lifted off the bed, and I reached around to fill my palm with his ass. Between us, his dick bounced, slapping against his stomach, smearing everything it touched.
When he collapsed against the mattress, I fisted his cock and started jacking him to the tune of my thrusts.
“Drew.”He panted, body straining.
“Come on, frat boy,” I said, still working him inside and out. “Squeeze my dick with how hard you come.”
One final thrust and I hit his swollen prostate, making his mouth open, but no sound came out. His body went stiff as his cock erupted, shooting ropes of white cum out across his chest and stomach. His ass clenched so hard it triggered my orgasm, and I threw my head back and moaned into the ceiling as waveafter wave of ecstasy rolled over me. My eyes were open, but I stopped seeing, held prisoner by the intensity of the release.
When it finally let go, I collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his thick thighs around me, anchoring me against him. I was still buried inside him, and he squeezed his arms around me tight.
