Watching, fascinated, as my finger disappeared into his ass, the muscles contracting around the intrusion, it levelled me what this meant. Oliver trusted me enough to let me in like this, to a place that had last been breached by someone who’d used and hurt him. I wanted what we did tonight to overwrite that and to make him feel cherished in every way Vincent had failed to do. From this night on, I wanted the memory of something so intimate, so vulnerable, to be defined only by tenderness and awe and how goddamn much I adored him.
“Well, don’t stop now,” Oliver said breaking me from my thoughts. I looked up to see his eyes twinkling with humor. “We’re just getting warmed up. Don’t tell me you’re going to get a taste for one finger and call it a night?”
“Sorry,” I said. “I just got caught up thinking about how lucky I am that you’re giving this to me. And I want to give you fireworks in return.”
“Handsome, I already see fireworks whenever you smile at me. But go on, light me up. I believe in your...” His eyes flicked down to my dick. “Sizable potential.”
“Cheeky,” I murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth.
“I think you like it.”
“Well yeah, I like whenever you let your true self shine,” I said.
“Okay, less talking more doing. I don’t want to be crying through my pleasure because you don’t know how to put a lid on your sweetness.”
“Roger that. The only crying from this point forward will be you shouting my name,” I teased, sliding my finger in and out of him, a second finger joining, then a third. I hunted for his prostate until he cried out, his spine bowing and his body jerking.
“Fuck, get your dick inside me right now.”
“Do you think—”
“Luke. Dick. Inside. Now.”
“Yes sir,” I said with a salute, withdrawing my fingers, lubing up my cock, and positioning myself at his entrance. With one firm push, the tip of my dick slid into him, his channel a vise around my shaft.
“You feel so good,” he said through a moan.
“I feel good? Angel, I need you to understand, the fact I’m not losing it and busting a nut this instant is a feat of Olympic proportions. Your ass is like a glove for my dick. So snug, and tight, and warm.”
Breath coming in ragged bursts, I drove forward again, hips colliding with the plush curve of his ass.
Oliver let out a strangled moan, hooking his legs around me. “Harder. I want you buried in my whole spine.”
“I’m big, but I’m not that big. How about we settle for hitting your p-spot instead.”
Adjusting the angle of my hips, I thrust again, and was rewarded with a shout that echoed off the walls. “Fuck, yes, Luke, right there. Again.”
I locked into a rhythm, each motion designed to coax every tremble, every breathless moan from his gorgeous mouth. And when those moans evolved into full, loud, pornographic sounds, I lost whatever restraint I’d been hanging onto. My grip tightened on his hips, and I doubled down, harder, deeper, faster, chasing the edge for both of us.
“Wait,” he gasped, catching my mouth in a searing kiss.
With concerted effort I forced myself to halt all movement. “What? What is it? Are you alright?”
“I want to ride you. If you’d be okay with that?”
Oliver, my brave wonderful Oliver who’d been through so much, taking the lead, claiming what he wanted, owning his pleasure... “Yes, yes. Ollie. Make me your steed. Ride me into oblivion.”
In a flash of limbs we switched positions. Once he had me lying on my back, he swung a leg over me, his palms splayed on my chest, lined my dick up to his ass and sat down on it, taking me all the way to the hilt.
He began with his hips rocking in teasing circles, eyes locked on mine. Then he leaned forward, distracting me with a kiss as he lifted himself nearly all the way off my dick, then dropped back down.
I let out a strangled sound, my hands grasping his sides.
He began to ride me, slow and sensual, friction meeting embers. With every stroke, his pace picked up, until he began lifting and dropping himself on me with reckless abandon. He bounced on my dick like a man after a trophy. If a trophy did exist for riding a man into dust, Oliver would sweep the event. Hell, they’d name the entire event after him.
He looked radiant—his cheeks rosy, his eyes glassy with arousal, his torso gleaming with exertion. Wild energy drove him as he rode us both across the open plains of desire, unstoppable and free.
Every fiber of my body vibrated with the effort of restraint. “I’m going to combust soon,” I said on a gasp.
