Orlando kisses me, and our bodies move together. I’m burning so badly for him, craving every touch, but I take my time making my way down to his ass. I work Orlando slowly, first with my mouth and then, with the help of some lube, a finger, too.
He gets on his back, holding both his knees up, and his hard dick leaks on his abs. Orlando’s sculpted muscles are taut, and pure pleasure racks his face as I enter his tight hole, pushing my finger in.
Just hours ago, he was tearing across the field, a dynamo of power and energy. Orlando is incredible, and I thank the universe that I’m the one who gets to bring him pleasure like this.
Orlando throws his legs around my waist and pulls me to him, taking my finger deeper into his tight, puckering hole. “More,” he says, grunting the word out. “Harder.”
I’m dripping sweat, trapped against his body, and my hard, sensitive cock throbs across the firm muscles of his ass. I work another finger in, and Orlando pushes his hips down, taking me into his heat.
His muscles clench, squeezing me in.
“Oh fuck,” I grunt. I want to plunge into him with my dick so bad, but I know he needs a big warmup, so I grit my teeth and keep going, my erection rubbing against his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Orlando agrees with a rasp. He’s grinding his hips down as he clenches me to him. “That spot,” he groans, and precum pours onto his abs.
I find the spot he’s talking about, a throbbing button, and give it all my attention.
We move like we’re one person. He bites down on my shoulder, and I thrust with my fingers. Orlando’s hand makes it way to my dick, and he guides me right to his rim.
We’ve already talked about testing and barriers when we started hooking up, so I have no hesitations when I meet him there. My wet crown works his twitching hole, sensitive on his slick rim, and by the time I slide in, we’re both coming apart.
“Troy,” he gasps, my fat dick only an inch in.
We go still as pleasure throbs between us. I make my breath heavy and loud, and Orlando meets me, breathing until he relaxes and I slide in another inch.
“Like that,” he says. Orlando pushes himself up, and as I grunt with pleasure, he gets me on my back. “Oh fuck,” he groans and slowly, slowly sinks down onto my hard dick.
My erection is a steel rod, and he takes charge riding it, easing his ass up and down. I grab his hips and paw at his chest, feeling him as Orlando rolls his hips and explores what it’s like to take my cock.
I meet him in the rhythm, fucking him back gently. Buried deep and coming apart with ecstatic, molten pleasure, I somehow find the strength to sit up and meet him in a kiss.
Orlando pushes his legs behind me, straddling me. My raw dick throbs and leaks inside of him, and we both shudder with pleasure until I fall back again.
He clenches me tight, holding me in.
I roll on top, fucking him as we land. Orlando moans his approval and grabs his cock, stroking himself as I thrust into him with a steady rhythm.
“Gonna feel me all night,” I tell him. The longer we go, the deeper and harder I can fuck him, and it takes all my self-control not to climax when he squeezes back on my dick. “Because you’re mine, and I’ll always fuck you good when you need it.”
Orlando lets out a guttural groan, and he winces as he takes me, sweating. I work him, feel him near his orgasm, and then slow my pace, grinding my crown to his spot. His whole body quakes, his face twists, and when I sink in to my hilt, he orgasms with a gasp, spraying all over his chest and even splashing his face.
My body reacts, and my hips jerk. I thrust in and draw out his climax until I launch my orgasm into his tight ass.
When the white light fades and I come back to reality, I’m holding him tight, both of us sprawled on the mattress. There’s semen everywhere, and I’m still buried in Orlando.
“Holy shit,” he says, blinking. “I think that was the best orgasm of my entire life.”
I grin, lighting up with pride. “Yeah. It was pretty damn special.”
Orlando takes in a deep breath. “Okay, I think I need to…” He shifts his weight and slowly pulls himself off.
I accidentally let out a little grunt, and he beams at me again.
“Alright,” I tell him, sitting up. “Now I’m going to order up steaks and get the bathroom ready for you. I know you don’t have long before your team will be looking for you.”
Orlando sits up, too. “Close,” he says. “Now you’re going to order up steaks andfrench fries,and you’re going to get the bathroom ready forus.”
I growl under my breath. “You want me in the shower with you? Because it is going to be very difficult to resist licking your ass and making you late.”
