My fingers trail behind his balls and over his taint, massaging a circle around his hole. Removing my mouth from his cock, a smirk plays on my lips. “Is daddy ready for round two?”
Gentry moans, rolling his hips forward. “Yes, please.”
That answer sets my blood on fire. I can’t wait another second.
“Roll onto your side,” I rasp as I sit back on my haunches and reach over to grab the bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand. Pulling open the drawer, I’m about to grab another condom when Gentry’s words stop me in my tracks.
“No, don’t,” he says. “I wanna really feel you.”
My heart thumps so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if it busted through my chest cavity. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you want to.”
“Oh, I abso-fuckin’-lutely do.”
Fuck. This night just keeps getting better and better.
Since we only had sex a couple of hours ago, it doesn’t take long to get Gentry prepped and ready for my cock. Once I finish lathering up, I lie on my side behind him, lifting his leg with one hand while I grip myself at the base, guiding the tip to his slippery hole. I ease in slowly, taking it inch by inch, careful not to go too fast, even though all I want is to be deep inside his body again. Once I’m fully sheathed, we share a relieved groan.
Gentry peers at me over his shoulder, heat and something much softer gazing back at me. It takes my breath away. I can’t help but lean forward and press a kiss to his shoulder before doing the same to his mouth. My tongue slips past his lips as I pull out all the way to the tip, sinking back in a little rougher this time. This is one of my favorite positions because intimacy is so palpable. Bodies are fully connected; we can’t get any closer even if we tried. Which is exactly why I don’t do it often. This isn’t a just-for-tonight position. I know better, but I’m doing it anyway.
With a hand planted on his hip and the other threading through the hair on the back of Gentry’s head, I work my way in and out of him, his tight warmth making my head spin. “Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, daddy.”
“So do you,” he moans, arching his back, letting me slide in even deeper.
Our lips meet again. I kiss him softly while my hips rock into him. This is nowhere near as rough or frantic as the first time, yet just as intense, if not more. Sweat drips down the back of my neck, my hair sticking to my forehead. Gentry rests his head on my shoulder while I wrap my arm around his middle. We’re skin to skin, not an inch of space between us, and I can’t get over howrightit feels.
My hand slides down his stomach, finding his cock stiff and leaking. I curl my fingers around it, stroking as I continue to fuck him.
“Oh, god, Remington… Yesss, don’t stop.”
A growl sounds in my throat. “Wouldn’t dream of it, daddy.”
Heat spreads low in my spine, cascading through my veins. I’m close, so fucking close. But just like the first time, it’s Gentry’s orgasm that sends me over the edge. His cock throbs in my hand, his ass pulsating as he spills all over the bed. The guttural groan he lets out has my balls tightening and my dick exploding. I bite down on his shoulder as I release inside him. It’s euphoric, the way his body makes me feel. And knowing that I’ll be leaking out of him once we’re done makes me way happier than it should.
His body sags against mine, exhaustion probably taking over like it is for me. Right as I’m about to pull out and go get another washcloth, Gentry’s hand flies to mine. “Don’t,” he murmurs. “Stay. I like feelin’ you inside of me.”
Fucking hell.
I kiss his sweat-slicked shoulder. “I can do that.”
“Wow,” he exhales. “That was?—”
“Mind-blowing? Toe-curling? Earth-shattering?” I finish for him, pulling a deep chuckle from his chest.
“Yeah, somethin’ like that.”
“Not gonna lie, I wanted to wake you up with a blow job, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be into that.”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be into that?”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “A little thing called consent,” I say. “Can’t exactly consent when you’re unconscious.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Well, next time, just know you have my full consent.”
A minute later, Gentry’s breathing evens out. It takes me a bit longer to get there. Mostly because my mind is hung up on two little words that I’m not even sure he knows he said.
Next time.
