“Goddamn, you motherfucker.” My words are clenched, as I hold back.
“You like that, huh?” He presses into his palm, pushing himself closer to me as I continue to piston into Hannah, her pussy clenching around me as I continue to plunge into her.
His body is flush next to mine, his lips only inches away from my ear as he dips his hand in between my body and hers. He palms her mound as he spreads his fingers around my girth, squeezing them together, I have to work harder to press my cock into her tight hole, going past his fingers into her wet cunt and back out.
I slam my eyelids shut and huff out a deep breath. This feels so fucking good and yet again, the knowing sensation that they bring out so easily begins to build. Starting at the base of my spine, down between my legs, tightening my balls with each thrust.
“Don’t come yet,” Ethan whispers as he pulls his hand away and the relief is instant. Opening my eyes, I peer over at him, his dark eyes laced with an intensity I’ve never seen. He pulls his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, then presses both into my mouth, pushing down on my tongue.
“I want to feel your ass contract around my cock when you come.”
“Goddamit,” I muffle as I suck off his fingertips and push into Hannah. The base of my cock is flush with her body and I stay there for a moment to catch my breath.
Leaning over, I take her mouth in mine. I need something, anything, to distract me from his fucking words and I think he can sense how easily I’m falling apart.
He takes full advantage of my vulnerable position, shifting as he stands behind me. The snap of the bottle echoes through the room and I lift myself up, hovering my bent body over Hannah’s.
She cups her hands around my face as the cool liquid drips down between my cheeks. She clenches around me, I know as an attempt to distract me. It works as he massages the slick fluid over my back hole, but I still flinch when he presses the tip of his finger into it.
One finger, two…I grunt and groan as he slips in the third and fucking hell, it’s been so long, but it feels un-fucking-believable.
“Is this okay?” Ethan asks, his words desperate and needy.
My mouth falls open and I nod.
Hannah watches me, bringing her mouth close to mine as she kisses the corner of my lips. She’s so worked up justwatching him get me ready and I can’t wait for her to see her boyfriend fall apart when he finally takes me.
The pleasure outweighs the pain when I see how much these two both love what we’re all doing to each other.
It’s true, what I said. I’ve always been a switch, being a top or bottom depending on the person or the mood. But, I know what I want, and I take charge in most cases because I’ve most often had sex with women who like being more submissive or men who have never been with a man.
Ethan taking charge is foreign to me; I don’t hate it—it’s just been a long time.
Glancing over my shoulder, Ethan's blown out pupils and feral gaze set me on fire. The way he looks at me with such need and desire. I want him to do everything he wants and not hold back.
Removing his fingers, he lines himself up tapping the tip on the globes of my ass. He quickly grabs a condom, presses it to the tip and pulls it down over his shaft. His eyes roll to the back of his head and I can’t help but enjoy the view because this man is just as gone as I am.
“Please tell me you’re ready,” he asks but doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already lining up the crown to my ass, pushing the tip in. “Oh fuuccck,” he drawls out and his desperate words feed my need.
He drives in deeper, not all the way, probably half, but fuck it burns. I press my forehead into Hannah's chest and grunt. She runs her fingers through the sides of my hair and I feel everything.
The burn of his cock, the butterflies in my stomach, the shivers in my skull.
He stalls for a moment, keeping a tight grip on my hips.
“It’s been a while,” I tell him honestly, as I look back again so he knows that I’m serious. I don’t do this with everyone and it’s been a long time for me.
My confession pleases him with the drop of his jaw and squint in his eyes.
He struggles to hold himself back, but he does for me and that does something inside my chest. Fuck, Kobi’s right. These two are taking over my soul and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“Please, fuck. Can I move?” he asks but remains still as he lets me adjust. Another moment passes, the throbbing of his cock and the agony in his voice provide me with the desire I need to keep going.
I push back into him, and when I do my cock pulls out of Hannah, giving me double the friction and the sensation burns through my veins like a wildfire.
“Fuuucccck,” I hiss out a long breath and continue to roll my hips back and forth.
“Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.” Ethan admits, groaning through each word.
