“You’re an asshole.”
He hums and flicks my slit with his tongue, and I moan loudly at the sensation. “Am I?”
“Yessss—” the single word gets dragged out as he sucks me into his mouth and hollows his cheeks. “Oh fuck.”
“Yeah,” he teases as he releases me with a loud pop. His hand travels over my inner thigh and runs over my taint to my crack, and I swear my dick weeps. Then he presses a single finger inside of me, it stings slightly before pure pleasure takes over as he presses into my prostate.
God, he knows exactly where that is.
“Beg me, Todd, tell me how much you want me, baby.”
When I just gasp, he withdraws his finger and sits back on his heels. His dick juts out proudly from his body, leaking a string of pre-cum down onto his thighs. I lick my lips, unable to pull my gaze away from his hard length. My heart thuds in my throat and my dick at the same time. I’m going to do exactly what he’s told me to do.
I sit up, legs still wide and framing him. Then I reach for his dick and stroke it long and slow. Tugging it toward me, encouraging his hips to tilt forward. My other hand palms his balls and rolls them, squeezing gently.
“Please, Logan. Let me feel your dick deep inside of me again. It’s all I’ve thought of for over a week. The slide of your bare skin against mine, what it felt like to have your cum leaking out of me the whole next day. I need you to fill me up. Multiple times. Please.”
He lets out a half-moan, half-growl. “Such a good fucking boy,” he mutters, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back, and he’s grinding our cocks together until I’m seeing stars.
He palms both our cocks together, stroking with just enough pressure to make me pant.
It’s messy. Slippery. The kind of friction that sets every nerve on fire.
“Logan—”
“Look at me.”
I do.
“I’m going to jack us off, and then I’m going to use our combined cum as lube, so I can fuck you until you wish I could just climb inside of you. Do you want that?”
“God yes.”
“Good.”
He has us both moaning, running his palm over both of our heads, and squeezing us together. I fall over the edge, cum spurting onto my chest between us, and he follows seconds after. His warm release mixing with mine. We breathe for a minute while he strokes us through our orgasms. Then he presses a soft kiss to my lips and leans back on his heels again.
His eyes fall to the mess on my stomach and chest, and he smiles, dragging two fingers through it. Then he uses it exactly how he said he would and starts working every last drop into my ass. By the time he’s finished, I’m hard again and panting for more.
He moves between my legs, nudging my thighs wider before looping them over his hips. He lines up at my entrance and nudges his head past the ring of muscle. A hand wrapping around mine when I tense.
And then—he pushes in deeper, slow and steady, both of us groaning at the same time.
Fuck.
It’s too much and not enough. He’s thick, burning, stretching me in a way that makes my eyes roll back.
But I don’t tell him to stop.
Iwon’t.
Because nothing has ever felt more right than being filled by him.
“Jesus,” he chokes, rocking into me. “You feel—fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
My hands scramble over his back, my nails dragging across his shoulder blades as he bottoms out.
And then we move.
