“Oh, fuck!” I yelled when he breached my opening.
He didn’t waste any time, and before I got too comfortable, he replaced his fingers with his thickness. His cock, long and hard, slid into me slowly, bumping against my prostate.
The pressure on my cock disappeared as he pulled me back onto my knees, spreading them wide. Just my tip touched the fabric beneath us. The light brushing as he fucked my ass was a mindfuck of too much and not enough. I needed more.
“Fuck!” I screamed when one of his big palms hit my ass with enough force it pushed me down further on his thighs, making his cock peg me in that delicious way that made you want to run away and beg for more all at once.
“Keep those hands above your head. You’ll come from my cock and nothing else.”
A whimper turned to a moan as he picked up the pace.
“I gotta cum. Please fucking make me come,” I begged.
He shifted, leaning over me, one hand next to my head, the other holding me in place and forcing my back to arch to take him.
“Fuck you’re beautiful, pretty boy. So greedy for Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes! I love it.”
“Hmm, and I love giving it to you. I love the way you moan and whimper, the way you lose yourself to it, and how you beg for it with your body.”
Everything in me raced toward the finish line, only it kept moving.
“Make me come. Sweet heavens, make me come. I need it.”
“You need Daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby boy? Daddy needs his boy, too. I want you to come, Xander.”
“More. I need more,” I begged.
He jerked me up onto his lap, making the world spin as he sat back. His cock buried itself deep inside, his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly, controlling how much air I got. The nerve endings celebrated, but still it wasn’t enough.
“Touch my dick. Please, I need it.”
“That’s what Daddio wanted,” he growled in my ear, his hand wrapped around my cock.
Cum shot from my cock.
“Xander!” he groaned against my throat.
His cock pulsed inside me, his teeth sank into my shoulder, triggering another orgasm to follow on the heels of the first one.
He pushed me forward into the mess and fell on top of me, both of us gasping for breath. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, between sucking air into my lungs.
“Nuclear winter.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, his eyes glassy, curls damp, cheeks flushed, lips full from where he had bitten them. As if I didn’t have a hard enough time not kissing them every time I caught sight of him, the way he chewed his lips when he fucked me plumped his lips up like two plush pillows, leaving them wet and shiny and oh so fucking irresistible.
My fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. Our mouths worked together, sending an echo of need through me, one I thought coming would relieve. It didn’t. It hovered in the background.
His forehead touched mine when the need to breathe overruled the desire to keep kissing him. “We need another shower.”
“That seems like a great idea, only we’re late, and we’ve yet to take a shower together that didn’t threaten the city’s water supply.”
His brow arched.
“And that’s a problem, why?”
“Because we told Parker we’d meet the team at the bar, and I don’t put it past Parker Holt not to knock on every door in the building when he didn’t find us at your apartment.”
