“Well, yeah. I’d love to ream your tight ass, too, but right now, I want to feel you split me open with your cock.”
My dirty talked turned him on; he was already at full mast again.
“I’m clean,” he assured me. “There’s only ever been you.”
I was undead, so there wasn’t anything for me to catch. Well, except for a case of Bonding, but I’d already done that. As if he heard himself being thought about, Arrakus stirred.
Belooooveddd.
Just the one word, then thankfully, he withdrew.
“Lube’s in my washbag, which is probably in the bathroom.”
I entered the ensuite, and sure enough, my leather washbag sat on the counter next to the sink. I unzipped it and pulled out the tube, hurrying back with it. Uncapping it, I squirted some into the palm of my hands, tossing it onto the bedside table. I quickly rubbed my hands together to warm it, then took Shannon’s dick in hand, making sure it was well slathered. Then, I reached behind myself and rubbed the excess over my hole and crease. I moved to stand beside him, then climbed up onto the bed on all fours. He stood up, his pupils blown wide with excitement, glistening dick bobbing, the pulse in his neck thrumming so loud now my preternatural hearing registered the rush of his blood.
“Just take it slow,” I said, “But please, put it in me now.”
He positioned himself behind me. “Shouldn’t I at least do some stretching first?”
“No, I like the burn,” I said.
He didn’t answer, apparently satisfied with my response. I felt the blunt tip of his cock against my rosebud, then the sharp pinch and sting as he shoved inside. He went slowly but steadily, the pressure edging between pleasure and pain. Spots danced before my eyes as electricity danced along my spine.
Bbbbbbeeeeeelovvveddd…
I felt his hips settle against my ass as he bottomed out, his balls swinging forward to lightly brush against mine with the faintest tease of a touch.
“Move,” I begged.
He pulled back, then began a series of short thrusts. I rocked my hips backward, chasing him as he withdrew. We continued that dance until he shifted his body. The change in angle sent me soaring.
“There!” I cried out, heedless of who might overhear us.
He pulled back further and thrust in again sharply, nailing that same spot again.
“Yes, yes,” I chanted, he sped up his thrusts, keeping some long and hard, others short, and occasionally swiveling his hips. He hot that perfect place inside more often than not, each time sending me closer to falling over the precipice. I reached a hand down and began playing with my balls. His breathing became harsher, his movements more erratic. I began to tug on my cock now. One hard shove into my ass lighting me up and a downward stroke on my dick, thumb over my slit as the fireworks erupted under my lids, and I was a goner.
“Fuck yeah!” he screamed, as if from far away. Then he thrust hard once more, my mind registering that I was going to have bruises from his fingers in the morning from how tightly he held me. His cum filled me with his heat. Then he was done. He slapped my ass cheek before pulling free.
“That was amazing.,” he said.
“You seemed to know what you were doing.” I waggled my eyebrows at him playfully, causing him to laugh.
“All that porn we’ve watched while dry humping,” he said, flopping down next to me. “Come here, let me hold you.”
“Okay, just for a bit, then we should shower.”
“Mmm, yeah, together so we save water,” he winked.
We didn’t save any water at all. My lathering his back up quickly turned into a porno scene, and he lost his virginity in the shower. We only got out because the water finally turned cold.
17
We woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon. I stretched, yawning, flinging the arm I had over Shannon up in the air and moving my leg from off of his as I pointed my toes down towards the end of the bed.
“I’d love to say yes to what I feel poking me in the ass,” Shannon whispered, “But not only am I still feeling last night’s shower fun a bit, but someone’s in the kitchen just outside..” He was right. The kitchen was in the short leg of the L of the penthouse, the dine-in kitchen’s floor to ceiling windows looking out over the right-hand side of the pool from where we were. Inside, only the open plan living room area was between us in any kind of way. They might not be able to see us fuck, but they’d definitely hear us. I smirked. Not that they probably hadn’t last night. We’d been rather vocal, especially in the shower. Shannon’s cries had echoed around us. They’d probably heard him loud and clear-hell, our downstairs neighbors probably had, as well.
Shannon rolled out from under the covers. “I gotta pee,” he said, making a break for it.
