Rusty stopped everything for a moment, staring down at Blake and looking at each leg in turn.
“Someone knows what he wants,” Rusty said, his voice low.
This time, it was Blake’s turn to smirk. “If you don’t think you can live up to the memory…” he teased.
Rusty laughed at that, taking the challenge for what it was. “I’ve got a few new tricks up my sleeve,” he said.
“Then hurry up and show me,” Blake said, tensing his thighs just enough to pull Rusty closer.
Rusty wet his lips, looking Blake up and down, and then pulled his fingers out. “You sure?”
“Positive,” Blake growled, already missing the pressure of Rusty’s fingers inside him. He wanted more, and he wanted itnow.
“You’re so hot when you’re demanding,” Rusty said, shifting his position, bracing one of Blake’s thighs with his hand as he moved, finally pressing the head of his cock up against Blake.
Blake’s stomach bottomed out at the thought of what was about to happen.
He’d wanted this for years. He’d never quite gotten enough of Rusty, no matter how much he tried to pretend to himself that he was over it.
He cried out as Rusty pushed inside him, his hips arching away from the bed, thighs tensing up, toes curling as Rusty moved a hand to his ass, shoving it under him, squeezing hard.
Blake panted and gasped for air, the whole room spinning as he got exactly what he wanted. That didn’t happen often.
Rusty felt better this time. Blake wasn’t shocked by how big he felt, or nervous that it’d hurt, or scared that he’d be awful because it was his first time.
He groaned, deep and loud, the sound vibrating its way through his whole body and settling in his gut. This feltgood. So much better than he remembered.
Rusty fit like he’d been sculpted just for Blake, and it was even more amazing now than it had been before.
Blake gasped as Rusty moved both hands under him, lifting him off the bed to slide in further, his balls brushing against the sensitive skin of Blake’s ass.
Rustydidhave a few new tricks.
“You good?” Rusty asked. He was already panting, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes were almost black, only the thinnest ring of blue around them.
Blake couldn’t really remember ever feeling this wanted, except for the last time he’d been with Rusty.
He nodded, anticipation making his stomach tight.
Blake cried out as Rusty rocked his hips, pulling out and then slamming back in hard, making the bed shake with the force of it. His fingertips sank deep into the flesh of Blake’s ass, hard enough to leave bruises.
All he could do was grip the cheap polyester sheets beneath him and hang on for the ride, Rusty pounding into him hard and fast, filling him over and over, touching places he’d almost forgotten he had.
It felt so damnedgood. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t a fancy hotel room, or that they weren’t twenty-two anymore, or that they were both a little more experienced.
It was like last time all over again, every thrust taking Blake’s breath away, every inch of Rusty’s cock inside him as perfectly satisfying as ever.
He groaned again as Rusty moved his hands, letting Blake settle deep into the mattress as he leaned forward.
For a moment, all Blake could see was Rusty’s face, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his lips parted as he panted for every breath, his eyes wide and soft, looking over Blake’s features as though he was seeing him for the first time.
Rusty surged forward, sealing their lips together forcefully, one hand pressing Blake’s shoulder down into the mattress, the other gripping the headboard. Blake’s stomach flipped at the feeling, his head pounding with the rush of blood.
They hadn’t kissed much last time. They hadn’t been avoiding it, exactly, but… it had been more physical, less personal.
It was alotmore personal this time. There were a thousand things Blake wanted to say to Rusty, things he wasn’t brave enough to give voice to, and this was the best he could do.
He got the feeling Rusty was in the same position. As though he was pouring all the things he was afraid of into Blake’s mouth, thrusting his tongue inside to lick Blake’s palate, rocking his hips harder and faster to tell him something.
