“Have you ever had someone do this?” I asked.
“Do what? Ogle my ass? Probably,” he grumped.
I snorted and couldn’t stop myself from grinning as I leaned forward to suck on the hoop. I used my tongue to tug on it and felt pretty damned proud when he moaned and thrust back against me. I took my time teasing him, sucking on that spot. I kept going until he reached back and began to tug on my hair, not that it was long enough for much. By the way he manhandled me, I knew he must be getting ready to blow.
“You like it?” I asked, then yanked on the ring a little with my teeth.
He tugged on the short strands of my hair until it burned, and I slipped up to tongue his asshole. My cock felt a foot long as it twitched and jerked. Fuck knew when he’d last showered, but I didn’t give a damn. I tasted him and an earthiness that had me digging my tongue in for more.
He smacked the wall, and someone out in the hallway pounded back.
“Fuck me, don’t piss around,” he snapped.
Oh, no, he didn’t get to call all the shots. I bit his sturdy asscheek, and he hissed.
“Shut the fuck up and enjoy,” I fired back.
“Fuck.” That one word was manly and dirty and everything I wanted from Will.
“Don’t move.” I hopped to my feet and swayed for a second. My head rushed and my cock wasn’t pleased as I stumbled over to the nightstand where we’d stashed the lube. I grabbed the bottle and came back, not able to get my pants unzipped fast enough. I didn’t wait, just slathered my dick.
“Do you want me to prep you or just fuck you like you said?”
“Do it.” He glared over his shoulder, and I felt pretty fucking proud at the blissed-out look in his eyes.
“Happy to follow orders, sir.” I stepped closer and saluted with the lube bottle, then doused my dick.
He chuckled. “Like hell.” His laughter abruptly became a moan as I slid into the tight heat of his body, forcing my way deep inside. My Jacob’s ladder made his asshole tense on my dick each time a bar slid in, which was the biggest fucking tease on the planet. It had my abs flexing and jumping as pleasure twisted up in my gut. I tossed the lube so I could use both hands to grip his waist. All I could do for a few seconds was rest my forehead against his sturdy shoulder.
“Do it,” he said, and his hole fluttered around me.
“Shit.” I tugged back, then thrust into him. “Tell me if?—”
“Trust me or fuck someone else,” he snapped.
“All right, dickhead.” I slapped my hands onto the wall above him, and for the first time, I focused on me. My dick. The wet, intoxicating heat. And fucking him as fast as possible because I’d been on edge for a while without knowing it.
Thank fuck, he was in the same sorry fucking state I was and it didn’t take long before he was tugging on his dick. I wanted to do it, but I was too far gone.
Smashing my cock against his prostate became my one life goal. I bent my knees until he was shouting each time I pounded into him, then closed my eyes as a sledgehammer of heat slammed into my groin. My balls drew up and I emptied every drop of cum I had directly into Will’s ass.
“Fuck, keep moving!”
Nodding, I rocked my hips while he whined and shivered in my arms, and I tugged him away from the wall a second too late. His cum dripped down and he leaned against me. I almost dropped him when his knees gave out, and I laughed as I carefully eased free of his ass, then walked him over to the bed. We both collapsed onto it, side by side.
Will gasped and rested his hands on his ribs. Now that we weren’t fucking, that was definitely a pain glaze in his eyes, not anything good.
“Shit.” My knees were putty when I hopped to my feet and tucked my messy dick back into my jeans. “Why didn’t you tell me to stop? I’ll get your pain meds.”
He nodded. “Didn’t want you to stop.”
I went to go look on his dresser where he had a certifiable pharmacy, but he snagged my wrist. I stopped, staring down at him on the bed with his dick draped over his thigh and his pants around his ankles. I felt proud. Even if he was in pain, he was seriously fucked out.
“I’m not getting left out of anything else,” he said quietly.
Dread churned in my stomach for a few seconds, but I was feeling too good from fucking him to let the sensation linger.
“Love you,” I whispered.
