I pump the lube out on my fingers and carefully drag them over his hole. The skin around it is a shade darker than the rest of him and I rub circles around the wrinkled opening.
Santino lets out a satisfied moan and drops his head to the bed. He widens his knees and tilts his ass up to give me better access.
I can feel him bearing down on me when I press one finger inside, then his muscles clench tight around me.
“Fuck, yes, more.”
I slowly work my finger all the way in until my knuckles are flush against his ass, then I slowly pull it out. It goes in easier when I push in again, carefully fucking him with my finger.When Santino starts squirming impatiently, I add a second finger, twisting them around as I push in and pull out. I curl them inside him, petting his inner walls until I find the spot I’m looking for.
I rub my fingers against the bundle of nerves and Santino’s ass clamps down impossibly tight. He throws his head back, spine arched, body taut as I increase the pressure.
“Fuck, babe. That feels so good.”
Reaching around him, I palm his cock. Hard and leaking, even though he's already come once at the club. It’s the perfect size for my hand and I press my face into Santino’s back, savoring just how well we fit together. Like maybe we were made for each other. Like maybe we were meant to be.
“I swear to fucking god, babe, you better put that dick inside me right fucking now.”
I don’t know what it is, but something about Santino’s words mixes with my bruised emotions and something bursts inside me. It’s joy and happiness and more than a little bit of delirium. Laughter comes pouring out of me, brighter than it has in a long time.
“Are you serious, dude? I’m fucking dying over here and you’re laughing? Christ.” Santino’s words have no heat behind them and he’s smiling wide as he reaches for me. “Get over here and fuck me already.”
He drags me over his body so my front fits against his back. I reach between us and guide myself to his hole. There’s hardly any resistance and we both groan as I sink all the way in.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
SANTINO
I don’t think I’ve ever laughed in the middle of sex before. Those two things don’t feel like they should exist in the same space. But with Hayden, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. With Hayden, it feels like what sex should be—fun, carefree, joyous.
I hang my head forward as he bottoms out, his thick cock stretching me wide. His whole body curls around mine, from knees to shoulders, and his face is pressed against my neck. I’m entirely engulfed in Hayden, surrounded on the outside and filled on the inside, and it feels so fucking good.
I mean, physically, yeah, it’s fucking amazing. But it’s more than just the physical. It’s the tenderness in his touch, the way he’s so soft and gentle with me. Like I’m something precious to him. Like he wants to imprint every moment onto his memory.
For the past couple weeks, I’ve usually been the big spoon to his little spoon. I like being the big spoon. I like holding him close and giving him the comfort and protection he needs.
But being the little spoon is pretty damn awesome too. With his bigger body, he makes me feel so small and fragile. Like Idon’t have to find my way through this huge, intimidating world all by myself. Like we’re in this thing together.
His arms wrap around me and I sigh contentedly. “Fuck, yesss,” I say with a chuckle. “Oh my god, this is perfect.”
Hayden pulls out halfway and thrusts back in almost lazily, like it’s an afterthought. And something about the casual, unrushed movement makes my heart fill with so much peace my limbs grow weak. I fall onto the bed, Hayden’s weight pinning me to the mattress.
I grab a pillow to prop my head up and spread my legs a little wider so he has better access. Turning my head, I give him a blissed-out smile. Hayden smiles back and we both descend into giggles.
The laughing changes the angle of Hayden’s cock inside me and I clamp down around him. A shiver of pleasure runs through me as he hits parts of me that feel like they’ve never been touched before.
“Oh, Jesus, fuuuck.” I groan through the laughter. “I think I can come like this.”
“Yeah?” Hayden asks, snapping his hips forward. “Like this?”
My body lights up with a kind of pleasure I didn’t know was possible with sex. It’s bubbly and fizzy, like I’m going to disintegrate into a thousand tiny explosions. “Fuck! Christ! Yes, like that. Goddammit.”
Hayden pants in my ear. His hips slap against my ass. We’re both making these silly laughing-moaning sounds, like we can decide whether this is the funniest or sexiest thing to ever happen.
With each thrust, Hayden shoves us closer and closer to the headboard until my head butts right up against it.
“Ahh!” I cry out, even though it doesn’t really hurt.
