“Good. So good.” Dillon’s cock pushed against his, his hand still there, stroking both of them, somehow. It was damned amazing, but he wanted more.
“Need you, Dillon.” Coke wanted that ass tight around him.
“Okay.” Open, generous, Dillon smiled and grabbed the bag of goodies, pulling out the condoms and handing them to him, keeping the lube and struggling to open it. He managed to get the rubber open, slick it down over his aching cock without completely embarrassing himself.
Which was better than a very gooey Dillon had done. The little tube was squished, and there was slick stuff all over.
He grinned, started chuckling softly, tickled and fond. “Lord, lord. We’re gonna be like greased pigs, you and me.”
“Sorry.” That bright grin didn’t fade a bit, Dillon using both wet hands to slick down his rubber-covered cock. “This way we won’t stick.”
“W-works for me. Damn, honey…” He groaned and bucked up, hands landing on Dillon’s hips with a slap.
“Oh.” Wiggling, Dillon groaned for him, cheeks going even brighter. “Here, have some lube.”
“Uh-huh.” He slicked his fingers up, sliding back behind Dillon’s balls to touch.Oh, God.That was something…
“In. In, in, in.” Dillon all but chanted it, begging him, pushing back with that fine ass.
“Don’t want to hurt you, honey.” He pushed his fingers in and he moaned at the squeeze, the clench that Dillon gave him.
“Not hurting. Well, my dick is kinda achy.” That laugh made those muscles around his fingers do the most amazing things.
He reached for Dillon’s cock, stroking it in time with the pushes of his fingers inside that tight ass.
Dillon’s whole body jerked for him, lean muscles flexing under Dillon’s skin, which was flushed a deep pink. “More. Oh, babe. More.”
“Uh-huh. So pretty. Been wanting.”Look at that man. Dillon just made him goddamn crazed.
“Me, too. You know I have.” Pushing back, Dillon took more, begging him to get that hot, tight hole ready.
“I… Please. Please, honey, I gotta know, now.” He needed to see Dillon riding him more than he needed to breathe.
“Yeah. Okay, yeah.” Dillon crawled up his body and settled astride his hips, ass pressing against his cock.
His mouth opened and he made himself stay still, stay quiet, so that Dillon could take it nice and easy. Not that Dillon took anything the easy way. No, sir, Dillon slid right down, taking him all the way, ass landing against Coke’s lap.
His shoulders tried to leave the bed, his broken ribs and stiff back reminding him that he wasn’t eighteen anymore—not at all.
“Coke.” Dillon held him down, grinning into his eyes. “You let me do the work.”
Then the man started moving.
Oh, sweet Lord. Yes. He reached for Dillon, adding his strength, too, letting them find a hard, steady rhythm that he could keep up all night. Grunts and soft moans filled the air, Dillon, as mouthy as always, urging him on. Those hands were all over him, his chest, his belly, Dillon pulling at his nipples.
He bent his knees, changing the angle until he heard that sound, that gasping, shocked, needy sound that meant that he was right where he needed to be. Dillon went a little crazy, rubbing up and down, taking him in, then letting him almost out, slamming down so he hit that sweet spot every time.
He managed to let go with one hand, get his fingers wrapped around Dillon’s cock to squeeze.
“Fuck. Yeah. Babe. That’s… Harder.”
It amused the hell out of him that Dillon liked it a little dirty. A little rough. He groaned and pushed harder, really tugging on that pretty dick, giving Dillon all he had.
“God!” Dillon bit the shout off, but it came out loud and hearty anyway. Then Dillon came for him, hot spunk spilling over his belly, that ass clamping down on him like to kill him dead.
He humped up a few more times, driving through the pleasure, the pressure, letting the smell of sex and the shocked, wide-eyed expression on Dillon’s face send him over.
Dillon watched him the whole time, bending to kiss his lips when he stopped shaking. “I’m going to feel you for days.”
