Time is slipping by, and I refuse to waste another minute.
Our cocks slap together. Caesar’s hand closes over our shafts. His rough grip is like fire, and I gasp as I reach down, tugging at his fat balls.
Caesar sticks his hand in my mouth for my saliva, then rubs our cocks again. I keep working his balls, hot in my hand, until Caesar spreads his legs and my hands pushes back.
He growls and reaches for lube, which he squirts into his hand before jerking us again. I’m writhing on top of him, my hand buried between his legs.
I gasp, suddenly aware that I’m reaching for his hole, and pull my hand back.
Caesar grunts and grabs my wrist. “You want that?”
I swallow. “To fuck you? I didn’t think you did that.”
He frowns and furrows his brow. “Who said that? You just keep shoving your ass on my dick the second we get our clothes off.”
I laugh loudly. Our cocks pulse, hot and hard in Caesar’s grip.
He’s right. That was just an old assumption I formed about Caesar that I never managed to shake. And typical Caesar, he must have just gone along with it to make me happy.
But now that he says it, the idea of switching it up sends a jolt through me. I hold Caesar’s eye, and I know he can read everything in my excited grin.
Caesar grunts and pulls my hand up. “Take your time. It’s been a while,” he says, then squirts some lube into my hand.
I slide between his legs to get a better angle. Caesar’s body is so much stronger than mine, but when I push my fingers back to his rim, he reacts like my touch overpowers him. His entire body shakes, and he lets out a deep, needy grunt.
“Fuck!”
His cock throbs, dripping on his abs. Caesar hitches his legs up, and I massage his hairy rim. I feel his hole clenching and pulsing for me, buried between his cheeks.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I whisper.
Caesar grabs my wrist and pulls me harder against his rim, which starts to give. “Then fuck me, kid.”
I laugh and throw myself on top of him. We wrestle and kiss, jerking each other, and finally, I work him onto his belly. Caesar wiggles his ass back, giving it to me.
I slap my cock between his cheeks. I remember him doing that to me, and when I thrust, the warm pressure is electric.
“Hell yeah,” Caesar grunts, pushing his ass out. “Just like that.”
I work a couple of fingers to his hole, opening him. I love that Caesar is so greedy, commanding me the same as when he tops.
My crown lands against his rim. Caesar growls and pushes back, and I sink into him, eased by the lube. His hole is tight, and the friction against my raw, tender skin is like torture.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
Caesar lets out a loud groan as he pushes his hips back. I sink into his tightness, burying myself deep.
“Right there!” Caesar orders. He reaches a hand back and slams it to my hip, keeping me buried. “Fuck yeah.”
His hole clenches around me, squeezing. The grip of it is almost enough to pull an orgasm out of me, but I resist.
Grunting his breath, Caesar slowly starts moving again. “Oh yeah,” he growls and repeats it a few more times. “Oh yeah.”
He’s more vocal than when he fucks me, and my own words come flying out in response. “Love fucking you,” I moan, an orgasm building at my core with every filthy word. “You feel me? You feel my cock inside you?”
Caesar’s body shakes. “Fuck yeah. Come inside me, Drew. Fuck my hole.”
We keep going harder. Suddenly, I’m throwing my body against his desperately, letting Caesar’s strength take my weight. I’m on the edge of my climax, heat and pleasure burning through me. I reach around and grab his cock, then try to drive against his spot, but I have no idea if I’m hitting it.
