I lube up my condom-covered dick, nestle myself between his legs, and start to press inside. He’s tight, tense, like he’s unsure how to relax. I press my lips to his shoulder. “Come on, Cherry. You can take me. You did so well last time. You can do it for me again. Relax this tight little hole for me so I can give you the dick you’re dying for.”
His body loosens some, and I’m able to press the head inside.
“Just do it,” he says.
“No. I’m not hurting you. You’re so fucking impatient.”
“I want to fuck.”
“We’re getting there.” I lick the shell of his ear, nip it with my teeth, feel his body slacken beneath me, relaxing more andmore so I can push inside. “That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good for me. You’re so good at taking my big, fat cock in your little hole.”
“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot,” he says as I keep sliding forward, working slowly into him until I’m buried as deep as I can go. My groin presses against Rory’s tight ass, his whole body like a glove made for my cock.
“God, you should see how sexy this is.” I pull back, see him all stretched for me, then push back in.
“I wanna see it.”
“How?”
“Phone, dumbass.” He grabs my cell off the nightstand, throwing it at me, making me laugh.
“Sorry for not knowing you want to record your ass wrecking.”
“I don’t feel any wrecking, and just so I can see.”
I open the camera app on my phone and press Record. I watch through the screen as I pull out, thrust back in, then slowly, so fucking slowly I could die, I pull out again, angling it so he can see how his hole stretches for me, what it looks like when he’s all full of me. I do that for as long as I can before my balls are begging me to take what I need from his body, to make Rory come and then fill the condom with my load. I hit Stop, drop the phone to the bed, and pull him up so he’s on his hands and knees, my fingers digging into his hips…and fuck him.
“Fuck yes!” he calls out, my bed slamming into the wall as I piston into his willing body.
His ass is perfect. I’ve never felt anything like being inside him, both physically and in my head. He hits these corners of my brain and body that I didn’t know were there, pressing buttons I’m not sure existed until he pulled into that hotel parking lot and got out of that car.
Rory pushes back against me, fucks himself on my dick.
What would it feel like to take him raw? To be all bare inside him?
I pump lube into my hand, reach around his body, and jack him off while I fuck him. His dick is so full and hot against my hand. I feel the blood pumping through him, feel like somehow his whole fucking life is in my hands.
“God. Fuck. Yes. I’m gonna shoot. Come on, pet. Make me come.”
I go harder, change the angle, stroke faster, and then I feel it, the way his ass clenches around me, his body tightens, his back curving, head dropped back, and he doesn’t stifle his pleasure as he comes. His slick release covers my hand, and I can’t hold back anymore. I jump in, dive headfirst, lose myself in his body as the room spins around me, balls drawing up and orgasm shooting me to the moon.
When we’re done, we fall to the bed together, sweaty and cummy, breathing heavily.
I pull off the condom and toss it into the trash by my bed.
Rory rolls over to face me, all flushed and sated, a small smile on his face, and…I can’t stop myself. I lean in and taste his mouth for the first time.
He doesn’t kiss back right away, like he’s surprised, but then he opens up, presses his tongue between my lips, climbs on top of me, rubbing his cum between us as he ruts and we kiss, my hands on his ass, the world feeling like it’s coming undone around us.
This is…
Not right.
Too much.
Makes no fucking sense.
And none of that matters.
