‘You think I’m going to fuck you?’
His cheeks are flushed, his hips arching up against my own.
‘Yes, you have to. I need it.’ His hand moves between our bodies and brushes over my sensitive tip. ‘And you do too.’
‘I do.’ I bite down on his neck, and he gives me the most beautiful groan. I do it again and then decide I need to taste him. Just once, before I fuck him.
My lips trail down his heaving chest, licking the rings in his nipples, biting my way down his abs. And when I finally make it to his cock, I lick up the underside of it, twisting my tongue around the piercing.
He leans up on his elbows to watch me, and I make sure to meet his gaze as I bring him into my mouth. The sight of his eyes on me makes my cock leak against the cushions. He sits heavily on my tongue as I bring him into the back of my throat. My cheeks hollow out, and I taste him for a long second before moving. My head bobs, my free hand massaging his balls as I work him toward the edge.
I can hear the sounds he’s making, rumbles in the back of his throat as he tries to hold back. But I won’t let him. I want him loose and ready for me when I fuck into that tight hole, and then I want him to come again.
I want our first time in three years to be something memorable.
I need him to think of only me.
“Fuck,” he says, using his voice. “Dex.”
The sweet way he says that has me moaning around his thick length. It sets him off, the vibrations moving down his dick and to his balls. I feel them draw up, tightening, one of his hands moving into my hair and thrusting me onto him roughly.
He comes with a shout, and I swallow him down, drinking from his cock until he’s completely spent. And then I lick my way up his body until our lips meet once more, tonguesslashing against each other as I drag my still-hard dick against his skin.
‘Fuck me,’ he says, pulling my head back from his swollen lips so I can see him.
I don’t even hesitate. I stand up and grab onto the base of my dick, the sight of him lying on the couch almost too erotic.
‘Lube?’
‘Bathroom.’
I stalk toward it, grabbing it with a swipe of my hand and moving back to where Rome is. He’s shifted and is now on his hands and knees, ass up, face pressed into the couch. His eyes follow my movement as I uncap the bottle and squirt some on my fingers. He reaches a hand back and peels his cheeks apart for me.
God, this guy.
‘Safe no condom?’ I ask him, and he nods.
‘Yes.’
‘Same.’
I rub a slick finger over his hole, and he lets out a soft huff of pleasure as I work him open. It doesn’t take long either. He’s loose and relaxed, my finger slipping into him easily, coating his ass with lube. Copious amounts of it. I add a second finger and then a third, spreading them, watching his hole slowly open for me.
His hand is moving between his legs, jerking himself in time with each of my thrusts into him. It makes my cock impossibly hard.
My fingers leave him, and he stops stroking, his fingers moving out from between his legs to tell me he’s ready.
Then he whispers a pretty “Please.”
I love his voice. I love his hands. I love fucking him, I think as I coat my dick with lube and slot it at his hole.
It flexes open for me as I push the tip inside. He takes me easily, a low groan leaving his lips as I lean forward and kiss my way across the back of his neck and shoulders, entering him an inch at a time. I can feel the tremble in his body the deeper I get, and when I finally slam home, he lets out a whimper, his hand moving between his legs and touching himself.
I shift my hips back and then push forward, loving the feel of his rim dragging against my cock. He gasps when I exit him completely and then push my way back in. Then I do it again and again, feeling him writhe beneath me with each push forward and each drag out of him.
“More,” he voices after minutes of this, and I’m fucking ready for it. To give him more.
I reach for his hands, pulling them behind his back and holding them tightly as I start to move. My hips slam into his ass, my cock tunneling in and out of that tight channel. He rocks back to meet my thrusts, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth open in one long moan.
