I pushed forward just a little and his muscle pulsed around me, tightening around my cock like a fist. “Your asshole is like a bear trap,” I told him.
He chuckled. “Because it’s been so long.”
“It’s been a week.”
“Mmm hmm, like I said.”
“I can’t believe you’re back-talking me while taking my dick.”
“Shut me up then.”
I couldn’t help but kiss his smart mouth. My tongue pushed past his lips as my cock edged its way inside him, easing in, backing out, following his cues, the way he dug his heels into my back, every little shift and moan he made, until at last–hours later, it seemed–I was fully seated inside him. For the moment, I was complete. No worries, no complaints, no bitterness. There was no feeling in the world better than this one.
“So nice,” he murmured. “So full.”
“You like that?” I asked as I brushed a curl from his forehead.
“Yeah, love it.”
“I love you.”
“Me too.”
His head lolled around on the pillow, his neck just as gorgeous as the rest of him. He rocked his hips as an indication for me to get moving, so I grabbed one of his legs and hooked it over my shoulder. His thighs were nice and thick thanks to all the squats he’d been doing during his workouts with Macon. I may have lingered in the garage next door once or twice to admire his form. And I liked the extra meat on his bones. Made me feel like I was doing my job in keeping him healthy and well-fed. He began reaching for his dick straight away, so I grabbed his wrist and held it against the mattress.
“Not yet. Remember what happened last time?”
He let out a huff of laughter. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I know, but you did, so this time you have to wait until I tell you.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, settling back against the pillow with both arms behind his head. My pillow princess. He gave me a coy smile. “I’m waiting, boss.”
“You’re such a pest,” I muttered and kissed his nose. I had him in the perfect position to really stroke in deep, so I focused on that, slow and steady, maintaining my control while building a rhythm. I loved everything about this, that perfect slide of flesh, the tight squeeze of his muscles, the way he clung to me a little more on every stroke, not wanting me to leave the clutch of his body but trusting me to take him to a spectacular finish. I liked to be needed, especially by him; loving him gave me purpose.
Kitten’s noises escalated, louder and more urgent with every thrust. I needed another hand to put over his mouth because he was starting to get loud. I kissed him instead, swallowing up his moans and making them my own. Fuck, he fit me so well. Like my Glock in the palm of my hand. I was invincible when fucking him, both of us high from it, losing all inhibitions and giving over to our baser instincts. He made me forget the chaos of the world,my paranoia, and the limitations of my body. As the heat and friction of our bodies steadily climbed and a mounting pleasure overwhelmed all rational thought, I felt like a fucking champion, a thoroughbred race horse barrelling toward the finish line.
“Cipher,” he said in his begging voice.
“Not yet,” I warned, backing off so I wasn’t tagging his special spot quite so well.
“No, go back to where you were,” he demanded.
“Wait for it,” I said. I folded him up like a fortune cookie and stroked impossibly deep, making him grunt and groan from the impact. “Keep it down now or I’m going to stuff my dirty drawers in your mouth.”
He smiled as if liking the idea, and I picked up the pace, switching angles, plunging deep on every stroke to give it to him just the way he wanted.
“Now?” he asked, his hand reaching for his dick again.
“Yes, now.”
His hand shot to his cock and he started pumping furiously. I was right at the edge, waiting for him to catch up. His bottom lip was plump as a ripe berry so I sucked it, grunting into his mouth as I let myself off the leash, fucking into him like an animal until all I could see was smoke and fire. My skin was ablaze in an explosion of heat and lust as I imagined guns blasting and bombs detonating. I found my peak, shuddering from the impact. With a deliciously deep moan, Kitten clenched around me and arched back, his thick cock spurting cum in long, white ropes. Some of his warm jizz landed on my stomach, and I pressed myself against him, capturing it between us. His perfect ass milked me, drawing out the last tremors of pleasure as I faded away for a few blissful moments. I stayed inside him for as long as I could, savoring his warmth and softness. If I had my way, I’d never leave.
“Cipher,” he purred.
“Yeah, baby?” I was still a little shaky, my muscles protesting any movement.
“I feel so good.”
