Page 31 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

The slight choking noises he made warned me to slow down, but he canceled it immediately by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me lower. As I penetrated his relaxed throat, my balls pressed hard against his nose, and I filled him with all my length. And whenever I did that, he throbbed harder in my mouth.

I rammed him until he gagged, pushing my head down on him just the same. And even when I lifted myself off his head, he still pulled me back down. My fingers simultaneously played with the space between his cheeks. I felt the warmth of his hole and its pulse at first touch. The deeper his cock reached into my mouth, the tenser his hole was. Every time he throbbed, I felt it on his taint and in his tightness.

A gentle tap on my side was enough for me to back away. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and let his fall on his stomach with a wet slap. It stiffened up again a moment later, unable to rest.

Gasping for air, Grayson let out a short laugh of relief. “You’ll make me come too soon,” he said. As I climbed off of him, he sat up. He grabbed my head and pressed his lips hard against mine before I knew what was happening. He kissed me with his tongue inside my mouth and my scent on his lips. “You have no idea how hot you are,” he said.

If he was tempted to say it, maybe he was right. Even so, I didn’t think too much about that. He was too beautiful and too willing for me to get distracted with thoughts of self-awareness and confidence. He was here.

“So? How do you want me?” he asked, his voice a little cheeky and his smile purely happy. “Active? Passive? Sideways?” He laughed a little.

I pinched his chin between my fingers and lifted his head so he would look into my eyes. Slowly, I let my words roll over my lips. “I want to fuck you this time. I want to give you a ride of your life. I wanna show you that you were absolutely right to come after me, Gray.”

The tips of his ears turned red and his eyes widened with desire. “Fuck me, then,” he said.

I slid my arm under his legs and tipped him over. He sprawled on his back, laughing, as I spread his legs and pushed back all the way until his knees were on his shoulders. He was beautiful like this. His skin was smooth almost everywhere, with some pale hair on his shins and lower thighs. He was still hard as marble, the slickness of precum and my saliva smeared over his stomach. His taint was thick and hard, and as his cheeks spread for me, his hole was tight and pink. It pulsed just as his taint and dick throbbed.

As I leaned in, our gazes met and held, and I exhaled slowly over his bare skin. He sucked air between his teeth, his lips spreading into a contained smile. And when my lips touched his hole, parting to let my tongue out, Grayson cursed and pleaded at the same time. “Please, Avery…oh, fuck, please…” But he never got the rest out of his mouth. He moaned as my tongue pressed hard against his hole and I licked him until his eyes rolled back into his skull. The faint trace of the scent of his body wash lingered on his skin. It was as exciting as his cologne, but his natural musk, present in distant memories more than in reality, was the most alluring of all. I ate him, rubbing my tongue and lips and chin against the narrow space between his cheeks, slicking him for later and counting my damn blessings for scoring a guy like this.

For his part, Grayson was physical. He was handsy, touching me everywhere, wriggling under me, and bending however I directed him. He was enough of a gymnast to spread his legs wide and lift his ass high for a long time, not shaking or quivering, not complaining. He moaned, though, and panted. I discovered how loud he was in bed and it was my new favorite Grayson Reed fact.

He was mouthy, too, which only made me hornier, but did nothing to increase the mercy I had for him. He begged to be fucked like a slut and whimpered he needed to feel my dick inside of him. And when I probed him with one long, slender finger, he hyperventilated and grabbed my wrist to ram the finger inside harder and faster than I did. He begged for another finger, then another. And when I teased him slowly instead of penetrating him roughly, he threatened to get back at me, bargained, and once again begged.

Sweat matted his blond hair, turning it a few shades darker and making locks stick to his brow. His face was redder and more heated than ever before and his chest was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

When I pulled my fingers out of the warmth of his hole, I rubbed him soothingly. “You’re ready,” I said.

“Fuck me, please,” he demanded hoarsely. “I need you.”

I brought lube from my backpack while Gray lifted his legs again and wrapped his arms under his knees, bending for me and holding himself in place. When I knelt in front of him, I was glad he chose this position for himself. I could look at his face. I could also lean in and kiss him.

I tucked a pillow under his lower back and rubbed myself with lube. We’d made an informed decision that made things more fun for both of us and I didn’t hesitate to forget about the rubber. To feel his skin on mine, to feel myself sinking into him, to feel that warmth around my cock, it was like all my dreams coming true. Never had it felt this good.

I eased myself into him gently, fractionally, pausing whenever I saw him wince. And Grayson kept himself relaxed and open to me. He held his breath and gazed deep into my eyes as I swung my hips back and forth, impaling him deeper but just as slowly. His hole tightened around the middle of my dick, his cock pulsing with a long, silver string of precum dripping from the tip to the middle of his chest.

A few moments later, something in him relaxed more. I eased deeper in and felt him welcome me. The warmth between us and the bare contact excited me beyond all of my expectations. The tightness of his body kept me on the edge, but the way he embraced me and allowed me to enter him made my heart dance.

“Ah, yes, that’s good,” he whispered, panting as I pulled back and pushed myself in.

I had been holding his hips until now, but when I could swing my body back and thrust it forth, I released them. His feet rested on my shoulders, giving me resistance and support as I leaned in. My hands pressed hard against his chest and Grayson grabbed my wrists as if to hold onto me. Inch by inch, we both dragged my hands up his torso; all the while, I fucked him at an increasing pace, stretching him with my thickness and forcing moans out of his sexy mouth. My hands found their way to his long neck. I didn’t squeeze him, but I held him firmly, wrapping fingers around it just enough to feel his increasing pulse. He panted and cried out and asked for more, and I was happy to give it to him. Slamming my body against his, I grunted and allowed myself to be just as loud. It gave me endless pleasure to release moans and whimpers of my own.

I fucked him without mercy. He begged for it and I gave it to him. The initial tightness of his entrance faded away, letting me enter him however I liked. He adjusted to me, his hole loose and slick and welcoming. And his eyes, so full of pleas and care, never left mine.

I looked down at his stiff cock and a sliver of precum that trickled across his torso. With one hand, I swept it off his skin and fed it to him. He ate it like the finest dessert, licking my fingers clear of every trace. I swept for more, giving it to myself while he watched, and felt him tighten again around the base of my cock.

For a time, I grabbed his shoulders to hold him in place and fucked him so intensely that sweat dripped off my brow and onto his chest. His willingness made some protective part of me roar to life and I brought down my pace to its lowest, sliding in and out, grinding, massaging his prostate until he was choking on air and shuddering.

“…making me…ah…fuck, Avery…” His last whimper broke his voice and he tensed so hard it spiked worry in me. His head pushed hard into the mattress and his torso arched up as he moved his butt against me. He rubbed himself on me, impaling his body on my dick and matching my rhythm flawlessly. In a heartbeat or two, the tightness around my cock became immense.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I grunted and snapped my mouth shut.

“Come,” he pleaded. “Inside, please…feel you…” The increasing tension in his voice and the rapid pulsing of his hole around my dick were too sexy and erotic to fight. His dick jumped, white ribbons of cum flying over his chest before he’d even touched it.

I reached for him, taking him in my hand as he throbbed and squirted cum all over his torso, drops landing on his chin and pretty, red lips. I rubbed him, provoking another shudder through his body and more cum dripping from his cock.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. A demand from him and the sensation of his orgasm rocking his body while I was inside tipped me over. I rammed into him once, twice, thrice. My resolve crumbled. My control didn’t exist. I choked and bit my lip hard as I spent myself inside of him. I filled him with my cum until the last drop. My body weary and my heart full, I swayed, slowing down, while stars glimmered in front of my eyes.

His dazzling smile and his tired eyes were focused on me. He took my hips and pulled me in, making me stay inside of him until the last tremor of my orgasm passed. Tingles ran through me, curling my toes, and I hated that I had to separate from him. I wanted to stay like this forever. I wanted us to remain as one.