“Fuck me, Van. I want you to fuck me.”
His words send a bolt of lightning through me straight to my dick. I can’t think of a better way to end the night.
Chapter 26
Nantes
Van slams his mouth into mine again, and I tumble backward onto the cold, hard ground, my fingers twisting in his hair. I don’t know what the fuck’s gotten into me, but I’m gonna ride this wave.
“We don’t have any lube,” Van mumbles against my mouth.
“You have spit. That’ll be good enough.”
“Fuck,” he moans, canting his hips into mine. “I’m so fucking horny for you.”
“Show me.”
We fumble with zippers and buttons, tugging our pants down enough for our cocks to rub together. I push away every thought but the one that matters right now.
Him.
He spits on his fingers, easily finding my hole and getting me nice and wet. As he does so, he gazes into my eyes, and the look in his makes my stomach do somersaults.
“I never knew.”
“Knew what, Van?”
“That I could feel like this. It’s a lot. Intense.”
“Do you hate it?”
He shakes his head as a slow smile spreads across his face. “No, Bends. I fucking love it.”
Van breaches me with his finger, and I gasp at the burn. This is gonna hurt in the best way.
“Put your cock in me, Van. I need it.”
He moans again as he reaches down to hook his hand under my knee and tug my leg up. While he lines his cock up with my hole, I slide my hands under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. I watch as he lets his spit drip between us, but my eyes roll back when he pushes his way in.
“Fuck, Bends. You’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”
“No.” I claw at his pecs. “It’s a good hurt.”
Vanian blows out several breaths, his arms trembling as he hovers above me. “I feel like if I move, that’ll be it.”
“That’s okay.” I lift up enough to kiss him. “That’s what I’m for. Your pleasure. You get off using me. I want that.”
“Jesus,” he whispers. “You are something else.”
Van pulls back slowly, then slams into me again. The sting is intense as my hole clenches around his cock, but I love it. It lets me know I’m alive.
He sets a punishing pace, but I already know this isn’t going to last long. I can feel his cock swelling, his balls tightening as they slap against my body. He’s squeezing his eyes closed, but I want to see them when he comes.
“Look at me.”
He snaps his eyes open, his gaze hungry and wild as he drops down to kiss me again. As our tongues meet, Vanian wraps his arms around me, holding me close and pumping into me.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “I’m coming.”
