“Come here, Pretty Boy.” Drew’s voice is dripping with sex. I groan and push the heel of my palm to my excited cock to calm it the fuck down. Kneeling between his legs, I put my hands on his thighs, gently rubbing my way up to the waistband of his sweats.
Leaning up on his elbows Drew watches my every move as I pull his sweats down over his ass, getting a glorious face full of bare, hard cock.
“Oh, Cap, you’re making it too easy for me.” I whisper, leaning in to leave wet kisses on his inner thighs.
“Should I make it harder?” he asks, pumping his hips playfully, making his cock bounce and slap my face.
“I don’t know about you, butIcan definitely makeitharder.” Before he can respond, half of his length is in my mouth and I suck on it like it’s a cherry lollipop.
“Fuck yes, I love that mouth.” He moans, his fingers sliding into my hair. Ever the control freak is my husband. “Come on, sweetheart, I know you can take more.” Holding my head in place, Drew thrusts deep into my throat. I swallow around the round head of his cock and gag. Pulling back to take a few deep breaths. I look up at my husband and smirk before I dive back, but this time I lap at his slit and tongue my way down to focus on his sac. Drawing his balls into my mouth, I suck and let go with a pop.
The sounds Drew is making for me are so beautiful. It’s a heady feeling every time I take him apart like this. Pushing on histhighs I bring his perfect hole closer. “So fucking sexy, let me hear those moans, baby” I whisper
Starting with lazy, long licks from his pucker up to his balls and back, I lap at his tight hole, spearing my tongue to soften his hole and drive him crazy. While Drew leans toward topping, I know how much he loves my tongue and my fingers inside him. Pleasure clear on his face as he spits on his hand and starts working his cock.
“Yess, Cap, stroke that beautiful cock, get it nice and ready.”
“If you keep that up I won’t last long enough to fuck you.” He growls, grabbing my hair again, pulling me off him. “Get naked, Ry, now.” Not needing to be told twice, I pull my jeans and boxers down. Grabbing the lube from the coffee table drawer, I smash my lips back to his, letting him taste himself on my tongue.
Slicking up my fingers as I devour his mouth. I reach back to prep myself. I feed him a moan as I breach my tight ring with two slicked up fingers. I don’t need much prep. When I feel ready, I scramble up his sexy body to straddle his hips. My cock is straining, red and dripping pre cum. I will never not feel feral over Drew.
“Cap, show me how much you missed me today.” I pant, rolling my hips and brushing our cock together.
Snarling, I watch as the last of Drew’s control snaps. Gripping either side of my hips he lifts my ass and slams home.
“Ughh, fuck yes. You feel so damn good. Look at you my pretty boy, your cock is drooling for me.” That filthy fucking mouth has me grabbing my cock, squeezing the base to stop myself shooting off so soon. It feels too good to end so quickly.
Chapter 3
Drew
Jesus Christ, my husband is so fucking beautiful. His long dark hair is hanging loose around his face and brushing his shoulders. A tattooed body that I know better than the back of my own hand on full display. Lean muscles taut as he uses those sexy thigh muscles to fuck himself on my cock. I could watch him on top ofme all day and it has me considering recording these moments so I can watch them on repeat.
Smoothing my hands up Ryan’s sides, I twist on his pebbled nipples, watching how his lips form around a moan. Fuck, I love the way he sounds. Bracing my hands back on his sides, I pump my hips up to meet his thrusts, our skin slapping loudly. Ryan's head flies back. Yes, my pretty boy likes it when I take control.
“Look at me,” I command, waiting until his lust filled eyes lock with mine. “I’m going to fuck you now, it’s going to be fast and brutal and you are going to jerk that cock until you paint me with your cum.” There goes his jaw again. Falling open as he nods quickly. “Good boy. Now hold on tight,” I warn him before planting the soles of my feet on the rug below us and start to fuck up into my husband’s tight, hot ass.
Ryan's body bouncing erratically on top of me, his hand working frantically over his cock as I pound up into him. Skin slapping on skin in a brutal rhythm, Ryan’s cries and moans start to create an erotic soundtrack to our lovemaking. My own harsh breaths join the fray, already close to the edge from his impromptu blow job, I’m struggling to hold back my orgasm.
I lose the fight entirely when Ryan’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he roars out his orgasm as he shoots ropes of cum across my chest to my chin.
“Fuck sweetheart, your ass is choking my dick.” I groan, losing all rhythm, I slam up one last time, pulling Ryan down to wedgemy cock deep as I cum. Body tense, everything flashes white for a moment. I might have even passed out for all I know.
By the time I come back to reality, chest still heaving as I try to regulate my breathing, I wrap my arms around Ryan and hold him against me. Sweat cooling on our bodies and cum drying between us, we lay panting on top of the rug. I try not to think about the amount of dog hairs I'm going to have stuck to my ass.
“So, when are we heading to the lake?” Ryan, the love of my life doesn’t even bother to lift his head to look at me as he shatters yet another of my plans. He must feel my body tense up below him because he starts to chuckle, knowing full and well I was trying to be sneaky.
“How?? How do you always know?” I ask genuinely flabbergasted.
“Because you suck at hiding, and I rule at finding. In other words. Magic,” he whispers, spreading his hands in the air to emphasize the word. I want to be angry but the orgasm glow is still lingering, so I just laugh it off.
“I booked the cabin for the fourth of July weekend.” I finally admit while I idly trace the tattoo designs on his back.
“Awesome, we should invite the guys up for the one day, have our cookout at the lake. Best of both worlds. We get a few days alone. No cell service or wifi, and still get to celebrate ‘Merica with our friends.”
I think about it for a second. It kind of is the best of both. We get our quality time and time to be social. “Sounds great, ask the guys tomorrow,” I tell him, kissing his hair again and inhaling his scent. His skin smells like sex mixed with his own unique Ryan scent.
“I’ll message in the group chat. The shop is closed Sunday and Monday anyway. They all just assumed they would be coming to our place so they won’t have plans.” I nod, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, fighting back a yawn. Fuck I’m old. Sitting up we both lean against the couch. I watch over Ryan's shoulder as he fishes his phone out of his discarded jeans and opens the shop's group chat.
