I was too damned old for sex on the living room floor and Shiloh deserved better. As much as it pained me, I threaded my fingers through Shiloh’s hair and forced him off my dick. “As much as I want to come down your throat, there’s so much more we could do in the bed.”
Shiloh stood as I stepped out of my pants. I probably looked ridiculous walking through the house naked as the day I was born with my dick acting like an arrow guiding the way to my room but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
I shoved Shiloh against the wall, shoving my hands under his shirt. “You’re overdressed. I want you naked and in my bed tonight.”
“That can be arranged.” Between searing kisses, Shiloh yanked off his shirt. We worked together in an uncoordinated attempt to get him out of his pants. I shoved a hand inside his tiny briefs, taking his length in my fist. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“This is just the beginning.” Without releasing his dick, I walked backwards, wanting to get horizontal. “By the time you pass out tonight, you’ll be begging for mercy.”
“That’s a pretty bold claim,” Shiloh scoffed before shoving me onto the bed. “Remember, I’m a lot younger than you. You might wind up the one needing a break.”
He made a fair point. I closed my eyes and flopped back on the bed, letting him take control as he continued to bring me higher and higher until I could no longer hold back and my hips began thrusting against him in an uncontrollable frenzy. With each stroke he brought me closer and closer to the edge of climax before abruptly slowing down, taking me right back to the edge multiple times until I felt almost delirious with pleasure.
When Shiloh finally covered my body with his to kiss me, I took advantage of the situation and flipped him onto his back. As much as I wanted to come down his throat, it wasn’t what I wanted for tonight. I wanted to feel the grip of a tight ass around my cock, squeezing like a vice until I had no choice but to explode.
Shiloh propped himself on his elbows, watching as I returned the favor of worshipping every inch of his body as one hand reached between our bodies so I could stroke him. His back arched off the bed when I flicked a nipple with the tip of my tongue. “Please, Teddy.”
“Soon, sweetheart.” I leaned over Shiloh’s body, reaching for the bottle of lube I’d had to buy shortly after our first almost-kiss. Even if I hadn’t been willing to admit to anyone—myself included—that I wanted him, my dick sure as hell knew what was up.
I drizzled cold lube onto my fingers as I knelt between Shiloh’s thighs, using my legs to spread him wide. He hissed as my slick hand made contact with his body.
“Sorry about that. I should have warmed it for you.”
“It’s fine,” he responded through gritted teeth. He lifted his ass off the bed, somehow opening to me even more. “Please, I need you to fuck me already.”
He trembled beneath me as I hooked a finger around his hole and pressed just the tip inside. He quickly dissolved into a ragged, pleading mess as I breached him with a second finger.
I added a third, interested in seeing how much he could take, and a constant stream of profanity fell from his lips. “Fuck me. Please, Teddy.”
His breath came in ragged gasps, and I knew he was almost ready. He whimpered when I pulled my fingers out of his body. I leaned down, kissing his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. Just need to suit up.”
Luckily, I’d had the forethought to swing by the pharmacy the last time I was in Pineville. I fumbled with the little foil packet, cursing the slippery little fuckers.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Shiloh offered, taking the rubber from me. I bit down on my lip hard enough it started bleeding as he sat up and rolled the latex down my length. He then grabbed the lube and made sure my dick was plenty slick.
I curled my fingers around his wrist, applying just enough pressure to get him to let go. “If you don’t stop that, I’m gonna blow before I’m inside of you.”
“We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?” Shiloh laid down and hitched his arms behind his knees, spreading himself wide.
“Fuck, why do I have a feeling I’m about to see what a filthy little fucker you are?” I’d have felt bad about calling him such a vulgar term, if not for the way his nostrils flared and his back arched again. “Oh, you like that, do you?”
I teased the head of my cock around his entrance. Shiloh whimpered. “What’s that? You don’t like being teased?”
“No!” Shiloh ground out. “Please, just fuck me.”
As badly as I wanted to tease him until he was begging for my cock, that was another thing that would have to wait for another night. When I finally thrust deep inside him, Shiloh’s cries of pleasure echoed around the room as I fucked him, slow and steady at first, until we both found our rhythm and moved together in perfect harmony like two pieces of a puzzle.
My hands slipped under his hips as I drove deeper into his body with every thrust, both of us moaning with each impact. With every movement, my orgasm grew until my vision dimmed and pleasure crashed over me like a wave.
Shiloh’s body clenched around me and he shuddered through his own orgasm moments later. We stayed there for what felt like hours afterwards, both of us spent from our lovemaking but still feeling so close yet so far away from each other at the same time. It was an indescribable feeling that only added to the intensity of the moment for us both.
“I should get a rag to clean us up.”
As I rolled to sit up, Shiloh pulled me back to the mattress. “Let me. You did all the hard work.”
He bent down, offering me a tender kiss, the bounded off the bed as if he hadn’t just been railed until he screamed.
Fucking someone younger than me might just be the death of me, but oh what a way to go.
