He smiled and lifted my thighs over his arms, angling them closer to my body, and I curled and grunted as he forced me into the position he wanted. “Too much? Uncomfortable?”
“It’s fine. I just wouldn’t be able to do this alone.”
“Good thing you aren’t, then.” His smile was absolutely evil and I loved it. “Relax, I’ll take care of you.” He let go of my right leg and guided his cock to my hole, and I squeezed my eyes closed as he nudged against that sensitive spot.
“Okay. Do it.”
Wick eased forward and his cock split me open in the best way possible. He didn’t stop, just carefully edged into my body, and I was stretched to my limit by the time his groin touched my ass. I loved it. While being stuffed full wasn’t so much that I couldn’t handle it, I also couldn’t focus on anything else except for Wick and what he was doing to me.
I forced my eyes open. His chest heaved with the deep breaths he took, and he looked like a statue of everything a man should be—muscles straining and jaw hard. It was almost surreal.
Fuck, I’m so lucky.
Wick moved slow, teeth bared.
“I can take it. Fuck me,” I said.
“You’re sure?”
“Ye—oh.”
Wick snapped into action and began to pound his body against mine, rocking the bed until it squeaked. He leaned forward, and I wrapped my arms around his middle. I did my best to try to move with him, but he was clearly in control right now, and after a few futile attempts I gave up. He growled, sliding my legs higher on his arms and fucking faster. I closed my eyes and drifted, blissed out.
Then Wick wrapped a lubed hand around my cock and began to jerk me off in time to his frantic thrusts. I yelled wordlessly and tried to move, but I couldn’t get much traction—I had to let him do what he wanted with me. All at once my moment rushed up out of nowhere, and I bowed forward as the first blast of cum shot out of my cock. Pleasure tore through me, and I couldn’t open my eyes even though I wanted to see Wick’s face. After a few more bursts of cum, the last drops dribbled out of me. I panted.
“Are you finished?” Wick’s breath was hot in my ear.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, then laughed.
He let go of my cock and collapsed on top of me, burying his face against my neck, and I held him tight as he humped his hips until he whined. The tiny sound was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever heard in my life, and I kissed his sweaty temple as he stiffened and his muscles went rigid while he came. Eventually he turned to rest his cheek against my shoulder, body still connected to mine. I didn’t want to let him go.
“What would you be doing if I hadn’t stopped here?” He licked my neck and it tickled.
“Hmm. Probably working on my article for theQuiltbag Reader.”
He poked my side until I met his gaze. “What do you write for them?”
I shrugged. “Different things. I contribute to the style section and do other stuff. Whatever I feel like writing about, they usually take. I’ve only had them reject one or two articles over the years, but they’re not exactly picky. It just has to be local stuff. They tend to stay away from politics that are too divisive.”
“Why didn’t I know this about you? That’s interesting.” His gaze was bright with curiosity as he stared at me, and I had trouble looking at him.
“Do you read it?”
“Sometimes.”
It was easy to turn my face away, much simpler than looking him in the eye. “I write under the name Reece.”
He hugged me until I could barely breathe. “I’ll pay more attention from now on.”
His promise was something small, but it made me feel good. Other than the few people I wrote about or who worked on theReaderwith me, no one really knew I contributed to it.
“You don’t have to.”
He turned his face and yawned against my shoulder. “I do.”
Wick finally moved to pull out, and I hissed because I was a little tender. He went up on his knees, and it gave me a strange, sexy squirm in my gut to watch him take the full condom off his cock and tie it. I groped alongside the bed and found the garbage can I kept there, then lifted it, and he tossed the trash in. Because I was so relaxed, I felt very accomplished with the short distance I’d moved as I dropped the can back to the floor. He snuggled in at my side and wrapped an arm around my chest, and I held on to him with both hands.
“You’ll still be here in the morning, right?” he mumbled.
