A long, broken moan falls from his lips as he continues sinking down. His inner walls squeeze me rhythmically, pulling me in until finally he’s fully seated. His ass rests against my hips, my cock buried completely inside him. The intense heat and pressure make my head spin.
“Mickey,” he gasps. “You’re so deep. I can feel all of you inside me.”
I reach up and cup his face, brushing my thumbs across his cheekbones. “I can feel you too. I know exactly where I am. You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me.”
“I’m going to move now,” he whispers.
“Yes, please.”
His hips roll forward — a fluid motion that starts deep in his core, his body rising an inch then sinking back. The drag of him around me, the pressure shifting, sends a fire through me that makes my hands dig into his hips. My fingers press into the V-line, the cut of muscle I’ve been staring at forever. Each downward slide makes his lean body shudder.
He finds a rhythm. His body rising, falling, his hips rolling on each descent. The muscles in his thighs flex, his body moving on mine with a control that makes good on every claim about yoga. His hands are on my chest for balance. My hands roam — his hips, his thighs, up his stomach where the muscles jump under my palm. His rhythm stutters when I touch his abs. He recovers and keeps going.
“How does this feel for you?” I ask. “Am I hitting—”
“So full,” he moans, eyes half-lidded. “You’re stretching me so good. Every time I move, I feel you rubbing against that spot inside me… fuck—”
He picks up a little speed, riding me with smooth rolls of his hips. His hard cock bounces between us, leaving sticky strings of precum across my stomach with every movement. The sight of his gorgeous body moving on top of me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He’s as perfect as I knew he would be.
His thighs are trembling against me, his hands pressing harder into my chest, his head falling back.
“Lean down. I need to reach you.”
He leans forward, his chest against mine. The angle changes. We both feel it at the same time — his eyes go wide, my hands grip his hips hard enough to bruise.
“Oh God,” he gasps against my mouth. “Right there.”
My mouth finds his neck, the tendon straining under his skin. My teeth graze his collarbone. His rhythm falters, then comes back harder — tight circles now, grinding down onto me. The pressure is building in my body. Climbing. Everytime he sinks down, his tight heat swallows me completely, squeezing around my cock in pulses that make my head spin.
“Fuck, Benji,” I groan, my hands gripping his slim hips tighter.
I wrap my hand around his cock. He’s rock-hard, the head swollen and slick with precum. I stroke him in time with his movements, thumb gliding over the leaking tip and spreading the moisture down his shaft.
“Are you close?” he breathes against my ear, voice shaky.
“Getting there. Keep going.”
“I can’t stop,” he moans, hips working faster. “My body won’t let me stop. Mickey, I need—”
“Come whenever you need to. Don’t wait for me.”
“I want to come with you.”
“Then keep going. I’m right behind you.”
He lifts higher this time, almost letting me slip out, then drops down hard, taking every inch in one smooth motion. The wet slap of skin and the tight squeeze of his body around me is driving me wild.
“Tell me,” he gasps. “Tell me when.”
“Almost… Benji—”
His rhythm turns ragged and desperate as he fights to hold back, his entire lean body trembling with the effort. The sight of him — beautiful, desperate, trying so hard to wait for me — is what finally pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm hits me deep and powerful. It starts where his body grips me and radiates outward in rolling waves. I come hard inside him, groaning his name. My fingers dig into his hips, holding him down as I pulse deep in his heat.
My hand tightens on his cock. Benji follows me a second later. His body locks up tight around my cock as he lets out a shattered moan of pleasure. Cum spurts from his cock, painting my stomach and chest in hot, messy stripes while he clenches around me. He keeps moving in small, desperate pulses, riding out both our orgasms until we’re both spent.
