Groaning, I leaned up and kissed him. “And I want you, however it’s going to feel good for both of us, babe. I’ve told you that before. I knew getting into this that you weren’t going to be able to imitate a porn star, but I don’t care.”
He shook his head and glanced away. The light from our house caught in his eyes and they gleamed. “Maybe I just want a filthy fuck, huh? Without you being all sweet.” His bottom lip jutted, and I had to snicker. I wasn’t sure if he actually felt that way, or if he thought heshouldfeel that way. Maybe he was just being a tease, though, because he shifted on me, and I loved the sensation of his weight pressing down on my cock.
We hadn’t done anything like this at all yet, and while I enjoyed everything we’d shared so far, I couldn’t stop the tremble of excitement that raced through my cock and had me bucking upward. He gasped and settled his hands on my chest while I caressed his ass. The shorts drew my attention to his legs and made me want to bury my face between his thighs and lick at his exposed skin.
“Any fuck on the ground is filthy,” I said with a smile that had him rolling his eyes, and I kissed him hard, using my lips and tongue and teeth to prove how serious I was about wanting him. “These shorts were killing me from the second you put them on.” I brushed my hands between his legs, then up to outline his cock. The cool rock at my back and his heat at my front was twisting up my insides in an incredible way.
“Oh yeah?” he murmured. “You like them?”
“It’s more that I like to think about how little is between me and your body,” I fired back, voice husky.
He bent and kissed me, and I took the chance to rub my hands all over his ass again. I grabbed each cheek and pulled them apart, and he growled under his breath. He slid his legs down and pressed our hard cocks together. It had been ages since I’d dry-humped someone, especially someone I’d already had sex with, but that’s what I loved about everything with Peter—nothing was a given. Everything went in new directions. It all felt fucking incredible. Maybe it came down to the fact I’d lain hungry and ready for him for a long time while he was in a jail cell and I was alone in my house, but anything he gave me had me on edge.
The thrill of his cock rocking against mine drove me crazy while I slid my fingers up under the legs of his shorts, pushed up his briefs, and found the soft skin of his ass.
“More,” he sighed out as I delved higher to caress between his cheeks, then rubbed at his hole. “Feels so fucking good. More.”
Slipping a hand into his pocket, I found the lube. I didn’t know why, but fingering him while he was fully dressed had me all sorts of worked up. He’d wanted a dirty fuck, and this was it, more so than if he’d been naked. I slicked up my fingers and went under his shorts after his hole again, pushing aside his briefs. His breath came out in a shuddery puff against my lips as I filled him with two fingers at once, and then he rocked harder against me.
“Oh, babe,” I growled out and slapped his ass lightly. He let out a needy sound he would probably deny later, but it was somewhere between a whine and a yell. He didn’t slow down, though, and I thought that meant he liked the slightly rougher than usual treatment. I tried it again, tapping his ass with my palm, and he shuddered and buried his face against my neck. Fuck, when his body wasn’t in pain, he was so easy to play with, and I loved it.
My cock throbbed, and I hated that he wasn’t moving anymore. He shoved his ass harder against my fingers like he was going after what he truly needed, and that tiny action made me want to flip him onto his back, precisely the way I shouldn’t, and stuff him full of my cock. I shivered all over just thinking about shredding his shorts with my bare hands to get at him.
“Peter,” I whispered. “If you don’t take these clothes off, I’m going to tear them off.”
He sat up with a chuckle. I eased my fingers out of his ass, and he carefully climbed to his feet. With a cocky grin, he tossed his tank top and it sailed off the rock. The shorts and briefs went next, sliding down all at once. I held my breath as he wobbled while he stepped out of his clothes, but he caught himself and resumed his king-of-the-world routine, left only in his socks and sneakers with his cock proudly pointing toward the stars peeking out overhead.
“This is me in charge,” he said, and he had that harsh tone I’d come to associate with him being afraid.
I nodded and put my hands under my head again. “Okay. Then use me. I’m waiting.”
His chest rose and fell harshly, and he went to his knees. The anticipation killed me as he fumbled with my belt and zipper, but I made him do the work of tugging my pants and boxers down my thighs. He grabbed the bottle of lube and slathered my cock. I didn’t miss the tremble in his grip as he swirled his fingers over my cockhead, even though it felt so good I tried to follow his hand when he pulled away. Heat pounded in my veins and excitement buzzed pleasantly under my skin and thumped in the root of my shaft. He crept over me, legs on either side of my hips, and I ran my palms over the muscles of his thighs, so much firmer than they were when he’d first gotten here. He looked healthy, and I was glad I’d been a part of getting him here.
Biting his lip, he moved a little more, almost as if he was unsure of exactly what he was doing.
“Babe, have you ever been in this position?”
He shot me a death glare, and his mouth went firm and unforgiving as he shook his head slightly, just once. I leaned up and kissed him until his lips went soft under mine. “I’ll hold my cock and you sit on it, okay? I love you.”
He whimpered. “Okay.” Then I barely heard, “Love you, too.”
I gripped myself and patted his leg. “You’re in charge. Go on.”
“Don’t make fun of me,” he mumbled, but there was a crooked smile twisting his lips that made my insides superheat. And then he lowered himself, and I let out a moan. Spearing him open was always incredible, but with the added weight of his body on top of me, it was different than softly pushing into him when he was on his side, or if I was holding him up. This was raw, him and gravity feeding the flames of a wildfire blazing to life inside me. I kicked my heels against the rock and forced myself to stay still as he took his time easing down until his ass was settled tightly on my groin. I wanted to tug him closer, and as I stared up at him, I let loose. I did exactly what I shouldn’t have and grasped his hips. Instead of crying out in pain like I’d been scared he might, he nodded. I pressed upward, making him take all of me. His lips parted and his head tipped back while his chest rose and fell faster.
“Good or not?” I demanded, quivering with the need to fuck.
“Yes, good,” he panted out and lifted his hips. The cool air on my cock after being buried in his heat made me hiss as he almost pulled off me completely before he sank down again, just as steadily. Laughing, I dropped back to the rock.
“Do it. Use me.”
He brushed a hand along my cheek. “I wanted to make you happy.”
“Fuck, you are. Trust me. Fuck yourself on me.”
His steady pace that had my toes curling in my shoes gradually turned into a race, and he grunted a few times—maybe because he hurt—but he didn’t stop, simply slowed. My stomach coiled with heat and my balls pulled up close to my body. Peter was a gem. He shimmered with sweat that dripped from him onto me. I loved it. I wanted to pull him down for a kiss, but instead, sat up to get what I wanted. His hands went to my shoulders as he sucked on my tongue and his hole clenched around my cock, stealing my breath.
“Gonna help a little. You want it?”
