“You’re too good for me, you know that?” I lick at his cock and slide a finger past his tight muscle. The second one goes in much easier and he practically swallows the third. His ass tightens around each thrust, and I wiggle inside him as I take his cock to the back of my throat. He writhes between my mouth and hand, moaning so loud I swear I hear the walls shake.
His sounds have me nearly coming untouched, those sounds and little movements of his hips. My cock drips, straining forward as I bob my head, stretching his hole for what’s to come.
“Inside me,” he begs. “I want your cock inside me.”
“I need that too,” I say, nearly breathless after popping my mouth off his shaft.
“I’ll go get a condom.”
“No condoms,” he rushes out. “I . . . Travis and I haven’t had sex since before the accident and I’ve been tested recently. I’m negative.”
“Me too.” I kiss my way to his lips. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yeah. I trust you.”
“You can with this. I promise.” I wish I could say the same when it came to everything else.
“I feel like I can with everything.”
“I want that to be true.”
He cups my face. “Then it will be.”
“It’s not that simple, Honey.”
“It’s okay. Simple was always boring anyway.”
I smile. “You may regret saying that later.”
“Maybe, but right now the only thing I regret is prolonging this conversation and delaying you putting your cock in me.”
I snort. “You really are a horny little thing, you know that?”
“What can I say,” he pushes out. “You bring it out of me. Now, fill my hole before I use that dildo we ordered together to do it.”
Laughing, I nod. “I’ll gladly take credit for that, and don’t worry, you’ll soon learn why we ordered it. But it won’t be today.”
His eyes widen. “I . . . is this another promise you’re making me, for when we aren’t at the cabin anymore?”
“Yes, or maybe for tomorrow morning if I choose to stay again.”
“Then I’ll make sure to work hard convincing you to.” He pushes his ass out as I position myself behind him.
“Can’t wait.” Lifting his leg, I move forward. I line my tip up with his hole and slowly feed myself inside him inch by inch. Grinding back, his face twists and he moans, molding himself against me as I fuck into him deeper before pulling out. I shove back in harder, rolling halfway onto my back and taking him with me, wrapping my arms tighter around his leg as I thrust upward. He moves back with me, his pretty leaking cock bouncing in front of him.
Skin slaps skin, and our bodies make a dirty squelching sound. Heat spreads between us and bursts inside me as I drive more into him, in and out. I go from slow to steady to fast. His sounds grow louder and animalistic. Eyes shutting, his lips spread into a deranged smile, and I let go of his leg to tug at his face, needing to taste the pleasure pouring from him, wanting to claim the sounds he’s making the way my cock is claiming his hole.
It’s my hole. He’s mine. All of him. In this moment and every one after. I can’t let him go. I should but I can’t. When I think about doing it, I feel more reckless and broken. I feel angry and unhinged. Nothing good can come of being in his life too long, but nothing good can come of staying away either. I’ve tried. But when I leave, someone dies. I stayed last night and no new blood was shed.
Maybe all I need is to stay. My heart has already decided before my head can, but the words still won’t come out. I’ll wait until he asks me again and I’ll see if I still feel the same. I’ll let the first thing in my mind be the answer. He pants into mouth, his soft whimpers bringing me closer to the edge. His tight channel tugs on my cock and he’s like a damn vise around me. He practically sucks me back in as I’m pumping my hips. He needs me closer and I need to be too, so I loop my leg around him as I shake, my cum spilling inside him.
I hold myself still inside him as he writhes back and forth. He milks me, tugging on his own cock as his orgasm takes hold of him. I move forward and back again, leaving every last drop of my release inside him that I can. I want to be leaking out of him when we’re decorating the outside of the house, when we’re making snow angels and going for a walk. I want to feel him wet from me when I randomly shove a hand in his pants while we snuggle on the couch after dinner. Maybe even while we’re eating. Maybe I’ll even spread him out on the table once both our plates are empty and lick him clean for dessert.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks, lifting himself up and down on me as his body shudders.
“I’m thinking I want you to ask that question again.”
His eyes blink and he scoots a little forward. “What question?”
