But for what exactly?
Charged and buzzing, I press into the space he’s offering.“What are the rules of engagement here?”
“Keep your dick out of my ass.Neither of us is ready for that.”His chiseled glutes clench as he stands rod straight.“Everything else is up for grabs.”
“Everything?”I reach around and grab the thick base of his erection, making him groan.
I slot my body behind his, my chest snug against his back.Since we’re the same height and similar build, my chin fits easily on his shoulder.
In the mirror, our reflections line up, two silhouettes sharing one shape, edges matching where they meet.The alignment makes it easy to fit my dick into the tight, lubricated crease between his powerful thighs.
Then it dawns on me.
“This is the safe thing you want to try.”I give an experimental thrust, testing the friction.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes.
“You’ve never done this?”I lock an arm around his chest and kick my hips, grinding into it.
“Never.”He strengthens his spine, crosses his legs at the ankles, and squeezes my dick with his adductor muscles.“Pound away, Wolf.”
The warm, lubed-up pocket beneath his taint is so fucking narrow.I slam my hips faster and harder, my arm restraining him against me as I bear down on him.I jerk him with my free hand, and his breathing goes wild.
“You’re almost as tight as your sister,” I rasp in his ear.
He releases a guttural groan and reaches a hand back to claw at my flexing butt.His other hand curls around my fist on his dick and shows me the pressure and pace he wants.
“Feels so fucking good.”My muscles shake with the need to come.“What do you get out of this?”
“The perineum…” He gasps, shaking violently as his body surges into our combined fists.“It’s a nerve-rich pleasure center.”Another strangled gasp.“Massive orgasmic potential.”
“What do we call this?Screwing the gooch?Tapping the taint?Grinding the grundle?”
“The slow burn.”
I’m burning, all right.Sweat beads my forehead, and volcanic pressure builds in my balls.
“Please, tell me you’re close.”I meet his eyes in the mirror.
“Waiting for you.”He jerks our hands faster on his dick and hisses past clenched teeth.
He’s fucking magnificent.The power in his physique, the hunger in his eyes, and the brutal girth of him in my fist.
“Mine.”I hold his stare in the mirror and sink my teeth into the curve of his neck, breaking skin.
We fall over the edge together, bucking, groaning, spurting onto the floor, and coming undone.Pleasure tunnels through me, wave after wave, liquefying my legs and starving the room of air.
The musky, intoxicating scent of our sex chases my inhales as I collapse against his back, exhausted and sated.
When I can finally breathe again, I lift my head and find him staring at his neck in the mirror.
A bloody bruise rises there, darkening fast and spreading under the skin like a storm finding shape.It imprints him quietly, a bloom of color that says,Mine.
The day you tattooed me, you said something that stuck.”He traces a finger around the bite mark.“You said when this tug of war turns on me…”
“You would already have my teeth in your throat.”I rest my chin on his shoulder.“Regrets?”
“With you?None.”
