Tate groaned, his back arching as he tried to ram back against the intrusion. “Yes. I need you to … I need you to fuck me.”
Donovan’s cock kicked hard, eager to slide into the hot depths of Tate’s body. He moved slowly, withdrawing his fingers before guiding his cock home.
“Bear down,” Donovan told him as he pushed his hips forward, watching as his cock stretched Tate’s hole.
Damn, that was pretty. He couldn’t look away, admiring the way Tate’s body slowly accepted him.
Tate grunted as he pushed back at the same time Donovan pushed forward, sinking into the heavenly warmth of his body. Donovan went slow but not too slow. Deep but not too deep. He rocked his hips, shallow thrusts as he worked Tate open, allowing him to take more of him.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Donovan rasped, holding Tate’s hips still. He didn’t want to hurt him. “Can you take more?”
“There’s more?”
Donovan laughed. “You’ve taken half.”
Tate chuckled and groaned, dropping his chest to the bed as he began fucking himself onto Donovan’s cock.
“That’s it,” Donovan urged, resting on his heels as he pulled Tate back with him, giving him control for a moment. “Take more of me, little boy. Fuck that tight little ass on my dick.”
While Tate controlled the pace and depth, Donovan reached under him, stroking Tate’s cock firmly, pumping his hand up and down his shaft until Tate was panting and moaning.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Donovan told him, smacking Tate’s ass. “The way your little hole stretches around me.” He smacked him again. “This greedy little ass.”
“Oh, God,” Tate cried out. “Don’t stop.”
Donovan smacked his ass again. “Don’t stop what? Stroking? Spanking? Or fucking?”
Tate grunted. “Donovan … please … more. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He tormented Tate for a few more seconds before he grabbed his hips and pushed in as deep as Tate’s tight little body would allow. He fucked him with shallow strokes, gaining momentum until Tate’s hole opened to allow him to sink all the way in.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Donovan growled. “Oh, fuck, you feel good.
Only then did he fuck him. Watching as Tate’s hands fisted the blankets and he begged for more.
“Donovan … please … I need to come. Please. Can I come?”
“I don’t know,can you?”
“May I?” Tate amended. “May I come?”
Donovan rammed into him again and again, lightning sparking in his spine. This man turned him on in a way Donovan wasn’t prepared for. He usually went all night, but Tate was asking so sweetly it was too hard to resist.
Tate reached underneath him, and Donovan watched his arm muscles flex and shift as he jerked himself off.
“Come for me, baby,” Donovan growled, impaling him on his cock, fucking him with blistering speed until he couldn’t hold back. “Ah, fuck, Tate. Come for me.”
Tate grunted and jerked under him, hissing as he came.
Donovan slammed into him one final time and drained his balls. He felt the orgasm through his entire body, which quite possibly was a first for him. He shuddered and growled, holding Tate’s hips tightly until he was spent.
Only then did he fall to the side and grab Tate, pulling him back against him. He’d never been the cuddling type, but this … it felt right. More so than anything else ever had.
Ten
Brady shortened fifteen minutes into twelve, andit had taken every ounce of concentration to keep his eyes on the road and not focus on the way Reilly was playing with his dick. Thank God she hadn’t put her mouth on him. If she had, there was a good chance he would’ve run off the road. As it was, her touch was wickedly perfect. Combine that with her sassy retorts and he wasn’t sure how he’d survived this far.
He pulled down the driveway, forcing himself to keep driving rather than stop and beg her to suck him. He even managed to tap the button for the garage door and waited patiently for it to open. After that, he didn’t remember much. Somehow, he managed to park, turn off the engine, and close the garage door.
