“Okay then, let’s see if my little worm can tempt you out of the weeds.” He moved closer, capturing my mouth with a slick, hard kiss. I grabbed his ass, squeezed hard, and licked into his mouth with a fire that raced into being completely unstoppable. He broke free. I chased his lips. With a grunt, he stood up and offered me his hand, which I took quickly.
“Lady, stay,” I said and got a twitch of the whiskers above her right eye. Aiden pulled me down a dimly lit hall, tugging me along until we passed a bathroom and a linen closet and banked left into a large bedroom. It was pretty dark. The only light was a small, muted beam from an attached bath. All I was concerned about was stripping my clothes off and tumbling into bed. Aiden slipped his hands into my hair to lead my mouth back to his. I eased closer, greediness taking over as I pulled at his fly. Mouth moving over mine, he did the same. We had to leave each other’s lips to free ourselves from our shirts. Our pants and briefs came next. Aiden chucked his to the floor. I padded over to the dresser to place mine folded into a pile with the jeans on the bottom,then the shirt, followed by my socks and briefs, all neat squares of material.
“You always fold things so neatly?” he asked as he slid up behind me, placing a hand between my shoulder blades and pushing me downward. My chest now lay on the dresser top, my cheek to a hardcover book with a title I couldn’t read in this low light.
“Yeah, sorry.” My cock was hard as a nail, leaking precum.
He kicked my legs apart to rub his cock along my dangling balls. A shudder ran through me. Pinned down like this, I was at his mercy and loved it.
“Don’t be sorry.” He gave my shoulder a loving little pat before his lips began a slow, sloppy slide down my back. He went to his knees. “Just be ready, honey.”
Honey. That was so sweet. I smiled to myself at the little pun and inhaled sharply when he buried his face between my ass cheeks. Grasping the top of the dresser, I arched my back to press my ass into his face. He sighed out, hot breath tickling my hole. With a moan, he parted my cheeks, huffing moist air over my furl until he had me spread so wide I feared I’d snap like a wishbone. But I didn’t. I whimpered in pure pleasure when his tongue speared my hole. Over and over, his fingers biting into my cheeks, he lapped madly, spittle coating my balls as he feasted. Tongue, fingers, tongue, fingers. Each an erotic treat that had me bucking and howling.
Then, without warning, he stood up. My knees buckled slightly, the caps pushing into the pull knobs on the dresser. He lay down over me, kissing along my shoulder as he poked at my ass with his cockhead.
“Yeah, yeah, do it,” I panted. But he didn’t. He sucked a mark onto my shoulder and eased back an inch or two. The cool touch of a long finger coated with lube nearly had me coming as he pushed one then two digits into me. “Oh shit. Shit. Fuck me!”
“I want you sloppy loose,” he growled, easing a third finger inside me. A sound like a tiger on the prowl bubbled out of me. “Stay there. Do not move.”
I wasn’t sure I would be able to, even if I wanted to go anywhere, but why would I? Rasping for breath, I heard the tear of a condom packet, the blurb of more lube being released from the tube, and then the warmth of his thighs touching the back of my legs. “I’m going to fuck you now. You want it soft or hard?”
“Hard. Hard. Hard. Things in threes…make more impact.”
“You are something special,” he whispered as he notched his fat cockhead against my loose hole. With a slow thrust, he popped past the resistance. He filled me. One long push and he was buried to the hilt. My lungs worked like a bellows as my ass adjusted to his girth. “You okay? You need me to back off a bit so you can—”
“No! No, I love it.” I reached around with one hand to grab his little ass cheek. “Fuck me. Hard. Fast. Deep.”
“I’d love to.” And he did. He plowed me like the back forty, as Baker has said a time or two just to make Granny blush. Which she never did. Arms thrashing, I cleared the dresser top of books and a man’s cuff link box filled with little clasps, clattering when they hit the floor. My clothes fell off. That would normally eat at me, but I was one breath away from blowing my nut all over the front of his T-shirt drawer.
“I’m close,” I snarled as I clamped around him. “Let me fuck you.”
“Now?” he asked, breathless, his cock deep inside me. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”
He pulled out with care, giving my tender hole a loving pat with his slick cock. I spun to face him, grabbed his head, and kissed him hungrily as I shuffled us around.
“Let me turn around,” he panted, his cock now resting beside mine, slippery and hot as a branding iron. I fumbled with a condom as he writhed around like a snake.
“Like this. I want you like this.” With a grunt, I picked him up to place him on the dresser. He fell back far too quickly, thunking his head on the mirror. He moaned. I leaned over to rub the back of his head while I slid my tongue into his mouth. His legs went around me, his heels resting on my ass. The kiss went on and on, our cocks gliding back and forth over each other, until we were on the cusp. “I need to get you ready.”
“I’m already ready,” he purred. I was confused. “Reach down under my balls.” I did, hefting the weighty sacks up out of the way. With a probing finger, I found the rim of a butt plug. My eyes widened at the discovery. “I was hoping we’d end up with your dick in my ass.”
“Do you do this often?” I ran my finger around the rim of the toy and slid it out of him. It was tapered, thin-necked, and flared out in the middle.
“Not really. Only when I’m expecting a good fuck with a generously sized lover.”
Not going to lie, every man likes to hear he has a big dick. He sighed at the loss, but the sigh was quickly replaced by a groan as I used the copious amounts of lube leaking out of his tight entrance to push my cockhead into him. Heat. His ass was a furnace, a tight, smooth stove that opened for me with ease. His head rolled left and right as I sank into him, lost in the glory of his body embracing my dick.
“You’re so hot,” I gasped when I bottomed out. He began to gyrate. That movement tugged me into a mindless rut, which spurred me to fuck him as hard as I possibly could. Pounding away, he took every inch of me, yelled for me to do him harder and faster. Grasping his hips, I lost all control. My cock swelled even more as my balls drew up. Releasing his left hip, I drovehome while fisting his cock with my right. He held onto me for dear life as I drove him up over the dresser, his bare ass squeaking over the bare wood. Stuff hit the floor as he shot his load, coating my hand as well as his belly with cum. It just kept oozing out of him. I came into the rubber with such force that I nearly blacked out. Huffs and moans filled the room, the cool draft of a ceiling fan over the bed blowing air over my back. Had that always been on? Who knew? I didn’t care either. Bowing down over him, I placed my mouth on his, licking in deep as his spunk coated our bellies. My hand was thick with cum as I braced myself on the dresser for a long, wet kiss, which ended only when my legs went rubbery.
“I’ve never been fucked like that in all my days.” Aiden eased his legs down after I slowly withdrew. I glanced down at the floor, saw my clothes, and bent down to pick them up. “We never made it to the bed,” I said. “Sorry. I wanted to be in your bed, but you were just too sexy.” He gave me a sated smile, lifted my clothes from my hands, and gave me a hearty shove. Back to his bed I went with a small chuckle. The mattress whooshed as I fell into it, the covers billowing out then settling.
“We have all night.” He gave me a saucy wink before making his way to the bathroom. I lay there rasping and spent with a full condom and a pile of clothes back on the floor. When the water at the sink ran, I jumped up, took off, and tied the condom, tossing it into the trash by the bed on my way to pick up my clothes. When he exited, I was back in bed, eager for him to come join me. He did. After washing my belly off and throwing the wet rag on the carpet. I was really glad I got my clothes from the floor. I climbed on top of him, arms locked, hands on either side of his head. He looked up at me with delight. “When you said I was the best fuck ever, did you mean that or were you just laying some sort of Casanova line on me?” The mirth fled his handsome face. There was just enough light from the bathroom to see thathe was pondering a reply of some sort. “It’s okay if you did. I’m sure I’m not the best you ever had, but I hope I made you happy.”
His hand rose to cup my right cheek. “No one has ever made me as happy as you do, Ford. That’s scary as hell.”
“Nothing to be scared of. Bella always says the most magnificent joys are those found in loving arms. If you let me, I’d be happy to hold you in my arms until you’re not scared of loving someone.”
“Jesus, the things you say.” His fingers curled around the base of my neck. He drew me down to his lips, to kiss and taste, nip and tease, until we were both starting to grow hard again. “You’ll have to hold on tightly. I tend to bolt when I get scared.”
