When I swing my attention back to Austin, he’s watching me over his shoulder. He’s braced on his elbows and once again shakes his ass. This time, it glistens invitingly with lube. I line myself up, picturing the tight heat I could feel with my fingers and how good it’s going to feel around my dick, even with the latex. It’s enough I nearly come before I get inside, but finally I flex my hips, and we both groan as we cross a threshold I never thought we would. He flexes, squeezing me with the ring of muscle that has welcomed me in. It’s perfect. My first thrusts are slow, getting a feel for him. His body is firm. Ready for competition.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” he says, voice husky and low like I rarely hear from him. His shoulders are bunched up and trembling with tension.
I know what he needs. Slowly I back out, until only the very tip of me is still inside him.
“Three,” I say.
“What?” He tenses even more.
“Two.”
Austin huffs. “You can’t be serious.”
I don’t give him a one. Instead, I slam in so hard the headboard bumps against the wall. Then I do it again. Austin pushes against me, grinding his hips as he backs his ass up against my pelvis.
“You like that?” I ask, not waiting for an answer before I continue. He’s so hot and receptive underneath me. Everything I throw at him, he takes, opening his body and bracing himself on strong arms to withstand me no matter how rough I get. I tangle my hand in his long hair, forcing his head up, and he laughs but never loses his balance.
“Knew you’d be like this,” he says. “I always knew. You can’t back down from a?—”
I kiss him. I don’t need to hear his taunts. Just the way his body answers mine is enough. Whatever he wants from now until forever, I’m going to give it to him. It’s embarrassing we didn’t do this sooner, but maybe it’s for the best. We got to work out our embarrassing teenage fumbling with other partners, so now we’re ready for each other.
I lift him up so we’re both on our knees. Austin takes over, slamming himself down on my cock over and over until he shudders, his body twisting and bucking. His ass tightens around my dick and he stills, breathing hard.
“You gonna come?” I ask, speaking into his ear as our bodies move in a perfect rhythm.
“Are you?” The question is a challenge. A dare. Winners really don’t come first. Not always. Not tonight.
My fingers are still sticky with lube, and I spit in my palm, trying to create enough slickness that I can jack him off easily while I pump into his ass.
“Smart boy,” he says, panting as I start to stroke.
“Not a boy. I’m older than you are,” I say. The difference in our ages is only a couple weeks, but I’m not giving him any more ground tonight. When I tug at his earlobe with my teeth, he hisses, and his cock jumps in my hand. Good to know. At least in this position, I have more control over the rhythm of our fucking. Gravity holds him down, and my arm around his hips keeps him from rising up too high. I use my free hand to clasp around his throat, once again tipping his head back. He arches against me, cock leaking. I growl in his ear as I run my thumb through the slick at the top of his dick, smoothing it over the rounded head. He shudders, his muscles going tense. My own body is fighting me too. For release. For victory. I can’t let him win. Not for a second time in one day.
“Come on,” I let go of his cock long enough to pin his hips down against me while I flex. My teeth rake over his skin. The thick cords of his neck, the firm dome of his shoulder. He’s perfection and now he’s mine.
When I find his cock again, he whines. My hips pump upwards in a steady rhythm, and I slip a finger inside his mouth, tugging at the corner so he has to turn. Our kiss is messy. I stroke the tip of his dick, rubbing more fluid over the slit. He grits his teeth, trying to pull back from my kiss, and I bite down on his lip, refusing to let him go.
His cry is broken as he arches again, going taut against me. Semen slides over my hand and he pulses around my cock as heloses the fight, coming in sharp breaths and twitching muscles. As he sags, I push him down so he’s back the way he was when we started. Face in the pillows, ass in the air. His sides heave as he tries to catch his breath and I watch, taking in the sight of what I’ve won. Not that he wasn’t willing to let me have it.
It only takes two more thrusts before my balls draw up again. I pull out of him, yanking the condom off in time to shoot all over his glistening skin. My thighs shake like I’m at the end of a race, and I don’t even need to touch myself to keep the orgasm going. My dick jerks and spurts and Austin collapses beneath me, spreading out over the bed in a jumble of limbs and quivering muscles.
Finally, when my body has ridden itself out, I slump back, sitting at the edge of the bed. My spunk shimmers on his skin and he makes no move to wipe it off or clean himself up. I can’t help the warm satisfaction that bubbles over me at the sight. He might have started this, but I finished him.
Finally, Austin pushes up, chuckling softly. He walks naked through to the bathroom. I find my underwear and slide it back on, making sure to arrange myself casually when he returns.
Austin flops down on the mattress beside me, smiling a happy smile as he hums softly.
“That was good,” I say, leaning back against the headboard. “We should do it again sometime.”
He reaches up, pulling on my neck until I bend down to kiss him. His lips are still rough and hungry, and my spent dick twitches with interest.
“You think we’re done?” Austin pulls the sheet away from the bed and rolls towards me, slinging one heavy thigh over mine. He kisses my shoulder, then pinches one of my nipples.
“I think today was a long day,” I say. In so many ways. I’m still horny as shit, but the idea of falling asleep wrapped around Austin sounds pretty much perfect right now.
Austin, however, appears to have other plans.
