Wood creaked. His ragged breaths joined the wet, sloppy sound of my tongue spearing his hole. I held it inside him, waiting for the muscle to clamp around the tip. When the squeeze came a second later, I rewarded him with a hard, quick flutter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, rocking his hips on the pillow. He spread wider, and his hole spasmed against my tongue.
“That’s it,” I said between swipes and thrusts. “More. Open up for me.” He clenched and fluttered around me, dragging a moan from my throat. I gripped his thighs and licked a stripe from the silicone covering his taint to the base of the cock ring. “I take care of this hole, don’t I, baby? Spoiling it.” I gave him another deep thrust. “Getting it nice and relaxed for my big dick.”
“Yes,” he rasped, squirming harder. “Oh god. Oh, yes, sir.”
I rose to my knees and dragged a forearm over my damp lips. Caleb was absolutely gorgeous, his legs wide and his hard, reddened cock lying heavy on his stomach. His entrance was glossy and open. Precum smeared his abs. As I watched, another bead of moisture swelled at his slit.
“I’m ready,” he panted, flexing his fingers above his bonds. “Please, Jesse, I can’t wait.”
I couldn’t, either. Within seconds, I’d tossed the pillow aside and freed his wrists. He grunted when I flipped him onto his stomach, then cried out when I pulled him onto all fours.
“Where do you need me?” I demanded, pushing his upper body down with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Show me.”
He knew what I wanted, and he spread his knees and thrust his ass high, offering himself. His cock was stiff and swollen between his legs. The black silicone against his perineum was a lurid contrast to his pink, glistening asshole. He reached back with both hands and pulled his cheeks wide.
“Here,” he said, his face against the sheets. “Right here.” He was soaked with spit, his hole wide and drooling. My saliva drizzled from him and ran down his inner thigh.
I groaned in approval. “Damn, stay just like that.” My hands shook as I slicked lube over my erection, then fingered a pump into his opening.
“Jesse!” he begged, his fingers white against his cheeks.
“Me too,” I said, as if that explained everything. And it did because I was so far gone for him. I was finished, and we hadn’t even started yet. Clenching my jaw, I pressed the head of my dick to his rim, and we both gasped as his body gave way.
“Nice,” I grunted, pressing his cheeks wide. I pushed deeper into his heat, lube squishing around my shaft. The ring of muscle stretched, but he was still so tight and hot. So damn gorgeous. I grabbed a handful of ass-cheek as lust threatened to burn me alive.
“Oh, fuck,” Caleb gasped, clenching the sheets in a death grip. “More. Give it to me.”
My balls throbbed. Heat seared my cock as I pushed deeper, bottoming out. The cock ring buzzed against my groin, and his taut, pink rim stretched wide around my shaft. His round ass cushioned my thighs. I pulled out an inch or so and drew a reverent thumb around the place where we joined. “Look how well you take me,” I said. “Like you were made for my dick.”
“I was,” he said, rolling his hips back. “Now fuck me,” he whined. “Please.”
I gripped his waist and began to thrust. “Greedy,” I murmured, but I was no better. My control eroded with every stroke. I tried to go slow, but it was impossible with his slick, hot passage sucking at my cock and his taut ass jiggling with my thrusts.
“Harder,” he demanded, rocking back to meet me. “More.”
“So bossy, baby.” I skimmed one hand up his spine and gripped the back of his neck. Pinning him to the mattress, I gave him what he wanted, drilling my cock balls-deep in his ass. The sharp slap of skin on skin filled the bedroom, punctuated by his muffled cries and my harsh grunts.
“Fuck,” I growled, watching his body swallow my cock over and over. His passage scalded me. The thick, heavy smack ofmy thrusts filled the bedroom. I fucked him harder, and I drank him in, devouring every inch of the golden male under me. The sweat on his broad shoulders. The elegant arch of his spine. The thick fan of blond lashes on his cheek. The pouty bottom lip he’d caught between his teeth. The flex of his muscles as he absorbed my thrusts.
“You feel that?” I demanded. “Feel how deep I am in this pretty hole, college boy?”
“Fuck,” he grunted, pink spreading over his nape. He turned his head and pressed his face into the mattress.
“Is this the dick you wanted?” I ground my pelvis into his cheeks, my balls mashing against the toy buzzing between his legs. “Am I hitting the right spot?”
“Yes,” he moaned, the word muffled by the sheets. “Yes, sir.”
I leaned over him, my chest sliding against his sweat-slicked back. “This is where I belong. All the way inside you.” I punctuated each word with a hard, punishing thrust. “You. Are. Mine.”
“Yours,” he panted. “Only yours.”
I kept up my deep, grinding thrusts, pleasure ripping me to pieces. I could feel his release building: the flutter of his passage, the way his thighs had begun to shake, the broken cries he gasped into the mattress.
I brought my mouth to his ear. “Don’t you dare.”
He whimpered. “Jesse?—”
