“Are you wondering where I learned to suck cock like a pro?”
He didn’t react, but he didn’t dismiss my words either. Back when we’d been together and I contemplated sharing my past with him, I foresaw such moments.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be. And yes, it happened when I was with them, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t fuck my mouth like both of us want.”
He leaned down to kiss me. “If anything I do feels too—”
“I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” He moved to sit on my chest, not with his full weight. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around his wide crown, occasionally tickling his slit. He sighed and leaned with his hands on the headboard, granting me the perfect view of his clenched biceps.
“I want to touch you,” I said.
“Go ahead.”
I ran my fingers through the dark hair on his chest, opposite to my smooth skin. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock while pinching his large nipples, using force because I knew he could take it. Now it was Mr. Control who was shivering and moaning, dancing to my beat. I reached to press his biceps, my palms failing to wrap around them, and he was flexing to make it even harder. I moved to tug at the dark hairs of his armpit, enjoying the faint dampness of his skin.
He leaned forward, sliding his cock deeper down my throat. I focused all my effort into controlling my gag reflex, but taking Hayden was always a challenge.
“Damn you,” he breathed, his waist moving back and forth, his thick pubes brushing against my nose. He continued to fuck my mouth until I tapped over his heart—our sign to ease up. In less than two seconds, he slid out, and I took a lungful of air before saying, “Please fuck me.”
“Oh, Joe, a SWAT team couldn’t keep me away from your hole. Where’s your tongue?”
I stuck out my tongue for him to suck on. My face melted, my eyes rolling back to view the inside of my head. Hayden shifted his body down to cover mine, his erection brushing against my stomach. He kissed down my chest and stomach, leaving wet spots on my skin.
My legs were in the air seconds later, bent above my head. I grabbed hold of my ankles, as exposed as one could be. He ran the tip of his finger around my opening in teasing circles, and it took all I had not to beg him to fuck me already. Luckily, he wasjust as eager, reaching for my nightstand drawer to take out a condom and lube.
He rubbed a bit of lube on my opening before sliding a thick finger inside, sparking a wave of heat down my spine. He watched my face intently until I nodded for him to continue. A second finger filled me, bending in ways that made me groan and bite my lips. When a third finger slipped in, my precum began to drip onto my chest, mixing with my sweat. “I’m ready.”
“You sure? I was thinking of grabbing a coffee.”
“Either you do it now or I’m calling the truck driver.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’d be here in minutes.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
Pain had no right feeling so good, I thought as he slid his cock into me, slow and steady. I wrapped my arms around his broad back, my legs spread and bent. When it became almost too painful, I bit down on his shoulder until he was fully inside.
We lay like that for a while, with him licking the side of my neck and further relaxing my body.
“Every part of you was made for me,” he said. “You know that, right?”
“I know.” I spread my legs farther, encouraging him to continue.
His thrusting demolished what little self-control I still had left, reducing me to a moaning, groaning, and pleading form. He swirled his hips in ways that helped his cock hit deeper, pressing from different angles. He might have fucked with his cock, but his hands and mouth didn’t rest for a second. Where I had skin, I had Hayden.
We usually had sex in different positions, but tonight had already been too intense.
Hayden came inside me, his mouth pressed against the crook of my neck. His weight on my cock was all the friction I needed to shoot between us. His body slacked on top of me, sweat mixing with sweat. I held him tight as a sudden sense of loss overwhelmed me. He was still inside me, but I already feared that this would end up being a one-time thing.
As if Hayden could read my mind, he kissed my cheek and said, “Next time we’ll have you up against the wall.”
“Yes. Next time.”
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