“And baby, I want your ass,” he whispers into my ear. “Now.”
He reaches for the lube, handing it over to me with a look that’s all intent and pleasure.
“Lube me up, Baby Boy. Then let’s get you nice and wet for me.”
I take the lube, pouring some into my palm. The slickness of it spreads over my hand as CJ closes the distance between us, hands coming to my face, and kisses me with absolute purpose. Slow at first, then deeper, losing himself in me. My fingers slide over his dick as I get him ready for me.
He turns me gently, placing my hands on the wall, pulling my hips back to him. My back arches for him. His lubed fingers trace my crease and circle my hole. He watches me, waiting for permission.
I don’t pull away. I give him a small nod.
He pushes one finger up to his first knuckle and the pain is slight. He moves carefully at first, then settles into a steady rhythm. The world narrows as he adds a second finger, then a third, and I feel myself slipping away: not away from him, but into him.
Every one of my breaths is shorter, harder as he keeps me on the edge of myself. It’s overwhelming, and this is only his fingers.
Fuck. I haven’t even got his dick in me yet.
Impatience wins out, and a low growl slips from me as I glance back over my shoulder. I hear his quiet laugh, and then his teeth graze my shoulder in a warning that sends a shiver through me. His tongue follows, slower, softer, a line of attention traced into my skin. His breath brushes my ear.
“You ready for my cock, Baby Boy?” His voice is raspy and low.
“So ready, Sunshine,” I breathe out. “So fucking ready.”
The movement of his fingers pauses as I rock back on them once, twice more. My body seeks him. My need for him… he is now my objective. He removes his fingers, pulling a moan from me. His eyes drag over my face, and he turns me to face him.
“I want to see you,” he says. “I want to watch you lose yourself on my dick.”
He lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around him as the space between us disappears completely. I feel the pressure of his cock at my hole, and my mind scatters as I lock up automatically.
He notices my breathing rising sharply as I try to steady myself.
“Baby Boy,” he whispers against my lips, “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve got you, Baby Boy.”
He presses into me gently, his mouth finding mine again, holding me like an anchor in the middle of a storm. The worldblurs at the edges as my body hesitates for a moment… then it eases, remembering him in pieces: every breath, his heat, the steady pressure of his hands keeping me close.
Until there’s nothing left to hold onto except him.
So I stop fighting it.
I push down on his dick, and I feel the stretch as he pushes past the first ring of muscle. He pushes in a little further, his hips thrusting gently, and I take his cock inch by glorious inch until my brain shatters completely. My legs tighten around him, urging him deeper. He kisses me, his tongue matching his thrusts until I am fully stretched around him and his balls sit hard up against me, fully seated.
I feel him twitch inside me as my body adapts to his girth. Then he moves, only slightly, but it is enough pleasure to rip through me as he hits my P-spot, pushing back inside me.
His moans break in my ear as he starts to move with me locked against him. I feel it immediately: the shift in rhythm as his cock moves inside me, claiming me. He hits my spot each time, his dick rubbing over it in a sensation overload. Little pieces of fire settle low in my stomach as I push down to meet him.
One of my hands locks onto CJ’s shoulder, the other bracing against the wall beside my head. I steady myself there, caught between him and the solid pressure of the wall behind me, every movement between us becoming something I meet halfway, pulled into his rhythm until there is no space left to separate us.
It’s all about control and surrender at once, and I am breathless from it.
I feel the shift in him, the rhythm breaking apart, unsteady and urgent as his voice drops against me, rough and unguarded.
“Hold on, Baby Boy.”
The words barely land before everything tightens, overwhelming me.
His hands hold my ass cheeks apart as he moves into me, over and over, hitting my spot with every stroke. There’s no thought left in me now, only the impact of his hips, his dick inside me. He has taken me into a different dimension now, and I am only along for the ride.
My grip tightens on his shoulder as I feel the start of my orgasm approaching. I drop my forehead against him, holding on as he works my body. It is his now; he thoroughly owns it. My hips are moving now, trying to meet him, and then it hits me: a sharp, electric spark pulls through my spine, and I feel it spread out under my skin in waves I can’t control.
