Ender’s thinner frame slides between my thighs, hooking my right leg with his arm while his other hand stretches me to easily take him. I was surprised by the size of Ender’s dick, given he’s a slender guy and average height, but that beast is long and thick.
I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
“Your fingers are just as talented as your mouth.”
He chuckles. “Wait until I fill you with my cock,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I grin slightly. “Confidence looks good on you, Ender.”
He looks a little confused for a moment before his mouth continues its blissful torment on my body.
By the time he has three fingers in me, nipping, sucking, and licking wherever he can reach as he stretches me, my body's teased to breaking point.
“Goddammit, Ender get inside me now, please.” Can I be any greedier right now?
Lifting his head from where he was kissing my neck, I watch his eyes change from tender to something fierce.
His fingers leave my hole, and he uses both hands and his mouth to rip open the condom wrapper and open the lube bottle. Seems he’s in just as much a rush as I am as he fumbles with it when he rolls it over his dick. Dropping to his heels, he slathers himself with more lube before throwing the bottle aside, Ender nudges me and motions toward the headboard.
“Put your head on the pillow up there.” His voice is raspy, and he looks confident as fuck. I’m more than happy to obey, completely intrigued by this side of him.
He puts me in a position where I don’t usually find myself—and I’m not mad about it. Ender grips my calves, placing them on his shoulders, with one hand on the headboard and the other lining his cock up against my hole. The stretch of his thickness stings ever so slightly when he pushes into me.
I'm a fucking big guy, and I'd always figured this position just wouldn't work for me.
What a fucking mistake.
Ender goes from slowly pumping in and out of me until I adjust to his girth to no holds barred in what feels like seconds.
“Motherfuc…” All discomfort is gone, and the quiet, timid Ender with it, replaced by a man with one goal on his mind—to fuck me into oblivion.
“Fuck, yeah. Tell me how good my ass feels swallowing your cock.”
Ender doesn't respond, like he's using every bit of his energy to pound into my hole over and over again.
Oh, to be a fly on the wall in this room right now. The sound of his pelvis slapping my ass cheeks is downright pornographic. His arms are on the outside of my legs now, with both his hands on the headboard, stabilizing him as he batters my ass. His feral expression is so out of place on him but erotic beyond belief.
“Don’t stop...” The words huff out of me almost involuntarily as I grab his biceps. “Just like that.”
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he grits out between clenched teeth, “so fucking good.” All of his effort is focused on making us both feel good, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Your cock is even better than your mouth…I can’t wait to shove my cock in that sweet ass of yours. I can only imagine how…fuuuuucccckkkk,” My voice cuts off as he hits my prostate at the perfect angle.
He gives me the tiniest growl when my fingers dig into him. “I can’t wait to feel your cock in my ass, Gabe. If I could have you inside me right now with me still inside you, I think I’d die a happy man.”
We both laugh, and I love that we’re able to go from a little dirty talking to joking with each other in the middle of a mind-altering dicking down.
Ender slows his pace as we come down. He drops my legs from his shoulders and joins his mouth to mine in a sensual kiss. His hips continue rolling against my ass, fueling our passion. The warmth of his skin beneath my fingers while I massage his ass has me internally begging for more but not wanting to release his mouth to voice it.
Our synchronized moaning has replaced the slapping of skin from before, with every wave of his body into mine, the music still playing in the background setting the perfect rhythm for him.
Our bodies are practically fused together with my dick between us, giving it just enough friction to tease me, but notenough to stop it from aching, and I reach between us, desperate to give it the attention it craves. Swatting my hand away and replacing it with his, Ender starts off with languid strokes. I respond by tensing around him, and he lets out a breathy ‘godfuckingdamnit.’ My laughter’s muffled when he snatches my mouth up again, taking my breath away.
I’m so close to the edge with his tongue, fist, and cock triple-teaming me, driving me wild, that my hands are in a frenzy, wanting to touch every part of him all at once.
Pulling away to hover over me on one elbow, his rolling motions change into pistons matching the tempo of his rough strokes on my cock.
“Fuck, yeah.” Each word comes out in short pants. “Give it to me, Ender,” I say, earning me a deep growl. A wave of ecstasy blankets me as I clench the sheets, holding on for dear life as my ass clenches hard around him.
