I fucked his mouth harder, tangled my fingers in his hair to hold him where I wanted him and, in the periphery of my frenzy, noticed his hand on his own cock had stopped, like he’d forgotten what he’d been doing with it.
His eyes watered as he looked up at me, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown. “Fuck. Sorry.”
“Nnfgh.” He clapped a hand on my ass, holding me deep inside him while his throat worked around me and he swirled his tongue and pressed it up against the bottom of my dick. His fingers dug into my ass so I took him at his word and thrust in deep, pulled back, and thrust again.
He moaned, then almost sighed as I pumped. His rock-hard cock leaked precome on his belly, but I could tell he wasn’t going to come this way.
I yanked on his hair. “Up,” I ordered, pulling out of his mouth.
He didn’t say anything as he rose and turned his back, bracing both hands on the table.
I parted his cheeks and bent to spit on the pink pucker of skin before pushing a finger in.
“No prep.”
“Ev—”
“Fuck me. Hard.”
He so rarely asked for anything, only giving whatever I wanted, so I reached behind me to the kitchen junk drawer for lube, slicked up, and did what he asked.
He’d primed me well with his mouth, and I knew as soon as I’d pushed past the tight barrier and he’d hissed through the burn that I wasn’t going to last long. I reached around and tugged at his balls, getting a satisfying groan in response.
“I want you to come first,” I told him.
“Fuck. Pere?—”
“Imagine sucking his cock.”
“I—”
“I thought about him fucking you,” I admitted.
“Shit.” He gasped when I pushed in hard, hitting his prostate.
He knew I wasn’t shy about fantasizing threesomes with him in the middle. I knew he liked that sort of thing. Craved it, even. But we’d agreed early on anyone who joined us would have to be the exact right guy. No one had ever been exactly right.
Until now?
I pumped faster. Just thinking about it made me hot and a little frantic. The noises Evan made were going to send me over the edge too soon.
“Come,” I demanded, driving into him.
“Shit, shit… shi-it.” He came hard, his body clenching, his ass gripping, his come spurting hot over my hand on his dick.
That was enough for me. My orgasm slammed through me, tightening every muscle and pumping my release into his body. I lost my breath and for a moment, my vision, as my heart thundered and my breathing all but stopped.
Thank our past, thoughtful selves we had a sturdy kitchen table. I was pretty sure we’d had more sex on it than meals. We both collapsed over it now, panting and huffing, still joined, though I could feel my come sliding out of his hole around my softening cock.
“That was…” He gulped and shrugged. “Get off.”
For a split second, I thought he was mad. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned—then he was kissing me hard, full of tongue and clashing teeth and his hand at the back of my neck, demanding and forceful like he almost never was.
It didn’t immediately ease my mind about him being mad.
Finally, he backed off and peered at me, hand still at the back of my head, the other laid flat on my chest, over my heart.
“Him?” he asked, searching my eyes, all earnest intensity.
