His eyes went molten, and he leaned down to kiss me again. This time it was slower, deeper, like he was trying to crawl inside my skin through my mouth. I kissed him back just as hard, my hands roaming over his back, his sides, anywhere I could reach.
When he finally pulled away, we were both panting. He reached for the nightstand drawer and grabbed the lube, setting it within easy reach. Then he shimmed back enough to work my boxers down, freeing my cock. The cool air hit my skin and I hissed, and Soren wrapped his hand around me and stroked slowly.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips jerking up into his grip.
“Hold still,” he ordered, and there was enough command in his voice that I forced myself to go still. “Good.”
He slicked up his hand and worked me until I was leaking precome and shaking with the effort of not thrusting up into his fist. Then he shifted back further, hooked his fingers into the lace underwear, and pulled them aside just enough to expose himself.
“Watch,” he said, and I couldn't have looked away if I'd wanted to.
He slicked himself up with two fingers disappearing inside his body as he worked himself open. His head fell back and his mouth dropped open on a silent gasp, and I watched his throat work as he added a third finger. The lace stretched obscenely around his hand, and the visual of it was almost enough to make me come untouched.
“Ready,” he said after a few minutes, pulling his fingers free.
The heat of him was devastating. Tight and perfect and so fucking good that I had to close my eyes and count to ten just to keep from finishing immediately. My hands found his hips and gripped hard, probably hard enough to bruise, and he moaned and started to move.
He rode me slow at first, rising up until I almost slipped out and then sinking back down with a roll of his hips that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The lace rubbed against my skin with every movement, and I could feel him clenching around me every time he took me deep.
“Look at me,” Soren demanded, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. “Want to see your face when you lose it.”
“Not gonna last,” I warned, my voice barely recognizable.
“Good. Want to feel you come inside me.” He picked up the pace, bouncing on my cock with enough force that the bed started creaking. “Want you wrecked before I take my turn.”
I was already wrecked. Completely fucking destroyed. But I held on as long as I could, watching him take his pleasure from my body, watching the way his cock bobbed between us and left wet streaks on my stomach every time he came down.
When he reached between us and wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in time with his movements, I knew I was done for.
“Soren,” I gasped. “I'm—fuck?—”
“Come for me,” he said, and I did.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, whiting out my vision and making my whole body lock up. I felt him clench around me as I pulsed inside him, and somewhere through the haze I heard him curse and felt hot liquid spill across my chest as he followed me over.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us shaking and trying to remember how to breathe. Then Soren carefully lifted off me.
“Give me five minutes,” Soren said, collapsing next to me. “Then I'm getting inside you.”
“Take your time,” I managed, even though my cock was already starting to show interest again at the promise in his voice.
He laughed and kissed my shoulder. “Liar. You want it now.”
He wasn't wrong.
The five minutes turned into ten while we caught our breath and Soren grabbed a towel to clean us both up. Then he was pushing me onto my back and settling between my legs, and the reality of what was about to happen hit me all over again.
“You done this before?” he asked, his hands running up and down my thighs in soothing strokes.
“Once. Didn't really work.”
“We'll make it work.” He grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. “Tell me if anything doesn't feel right, okay? We stop the second you want to stop.”
“Okay.”
He pressed the first finger inside me slowly, watching my face the whole time. It felt weird and invasive and not quite right, and I had to breathe through the discomfort of it. But then he crooked his finger and hit a spot that made me gasp and arch off the bed.
“There we go,” Soren said, sounding pleased. “Found it.”
