Even if letting him fuck me while I had so many unanswered questions about him required an unprofessional amount of cognitive dissonance.
Locke’s warm palm landed on my lower back. “Breathe.”
“I know how to take a dick,” I croaked, trying to relax, even though it had been almost a year since I’d bottomed for anyone.
He leaned over me, the coarse hair from his abdomen scratching my skin and his hot breath warming the center of my back. “You don’t know how to takemydick,” he said in a low voice.
The whimper that escaped me was embarrassing. My face flooded with heat, and so did my dick. It hung heavily between my legs, but I was too busy bracing for Locke’s thrusts to reach for it.
He continued to push forward, stretching me to the limits until my body began to sweat and my breathing shallowed.
“Breathe,” he said again.
“You try taking this thing and breathing through it,” I hissed.
He pulled out carefully, but before I could snap at him to get back in there, I felt the cool slick of lubed fingers instead. “I should be insulted that you didn’t stretch yourself enough,” he chuckled, his hot breath still landing on my back until my arms prickled in goose bumps. “You must think I’m small.”
“Or I think I’m desperate,” I admitted. “Hurry.”
“Nah. I think I’ll take my time.”
“They’re going to come get you for the game, fuck!” He hit my prostate with a long finger, sending my thoughts to the wind and all my nerves into live wires. “Fuck.”
“I don’t care about the game right now. I care about fucking you into this mattress.”
“Yeah,” I panted, brain long gone on an extended vacation. “Okay. Good.”
He took his sweet fucking time with it, stretching me until I could have taken a fucking barn if I had to.
By the time he finally gave me his dick again, I wanted to cry. Instead, I only whimpered a little bit more.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that. Good.”
One of Locke’s hands was on my shoulder, the other on my hip. I felt the length of his hairy legs against the back of mine and wondered for just a split second how he felt about fucking a man for the first time. But as soon as his cock moved against my gland, I stopped caring about anything other than getting off.
“Do not touch your cock,” he warned in a commanding voice.
“Asshole,” I choked out. “Why not? I want to come.”
He sped up his thrusts until the sound of his hips slamming into my ass filled the space around us. “You will. But not yet,” he gritted out.
And then he moved the hand from my shoulder into the back of my hair. Just when I thought he was going to push my face further into the sheets, his thumb moved to my cheek and gently brushed a line from my jaw up to my temple.
What the…?
The orgasm slammed into me without warning. After being on the knife’s edge, I’d thought I needed to stroke myself off to find relief. I cried out in surprise.
He grunted his approval, sounding more satisfied than he deserved, before slamming into me a final time with a guttural noise and a bit-off curse.
Oh my fucking god.My chest heaved with strangled breaths while I collapsed carefully onto the bed. Locke pulled out of me, pressing a hand above my tailbone and then caressing my ass cheek before pulling away and climbing off the bed.
“Told you so.”
I turned to watch as he disappeared into the bathroom, the clench and bounce of his ass a reward for my efforts.
I didn’t have the oxygen to bark back a smart response, so I simply stared while my breath sawed in and out of me. The sound of the shower hit my ears.
“You coming?” he called before adding, “What am I saying? You already did.”
