Page 17 of Date With Skates

Slowly, he keeps pulling them down, and I already have an idea of how big he is before he springs free. He’s thick and long, and big.

My mouth waters as I take in the way his cock juts forward, just begging for me to touch it.

Connor settles his pants beneath his balls, freeing a hand to run along the length and back down.

“Is it big enough for you?” he asks.

My gaze flicks up to meet his.

I smirk. “Yes.”

“Good. Now tell me what to do.”

I bite my lip, staring at him while I roll over onto my stomach and look at him over my shoulder.

“Fuck me so hard that I’ll feel it tomorrow.”

With a growl, he grabs my hips to lift me higher and yanks my pants down, burying his face between my cheeks to lick me.

I moan, grasping at the sheets. He slides a finger inside, still licking me while he does, and also nipping at my ass cheek. He adds a second finger, making me moan even louder. I’m shaking by the time he adds the third, and it’s difficult to keep my composure and not beg him to fuck me already.

I look at him over my shoulder. “I told you to fuck me.”

“Getting there.”

“Do it now.”

He kisses my lower back, pulling his fingers free, and I lie there as I listen to him open his bag and pull something out. I peek at him to make sure it’s a condom. It is. He also has a bottle of lube.

He settles behind me again, running a hand over my ass before adding lube to my hole and slipping his fingers inside again. They’re gone a minute later, and I hear him adding lube to his cock, and then he’s pressing it against my hole.

“Tell me when to stop,” he says as he pushes forward.

Connor goes slow, allowing me to adjust or tell him to stop.

I take a breath and make myself relax. I don’t tell him to stop even once. It burns a little, and I have to adjust a few times, but once he’s halfway in, I only feel pleasure.

We’re both sweating when he’s all the way in, and I grind against him so he goes even deeper, making him groan in return. His hands stay on my hips, fingers digging in to hold me in place as he pulls out almost all the way, and slides back in. He does that over and over again, until I’m more relaxed, more stretched for him. Barely a second later, his arm comes around my stomach, and he pulls me up against him.

“This is so much better than flirting,” he whispers in my ear.

I grab onto his arm that’s around my waist, resting my head against his shoulder. He grinds into me as his other hand comes up to my throat, applying the smallest amount of pressure that makes my dick leak.

He moves his hips, thrusting into me, and hitting my prostate in a way that’ll have me coming all over his bed if he keeps it up.

My hand goes around the back of his neck, holding on and fucking him right back. I’m shaking more, sweat dripping down my temples and chest as heat swirls in my chest and stomach.

“You’re going to make me come,” I say breathlessly.

He growls a low sound, his grip tightening on me as he fucks me a little harder. I dig my nails into him, knowing it’ll leave marks tomorrow.

“I’m right there with you,” he says after a few more rocks of his hips.

My mouth drops open in a silent cry as the pressure becomes too much. My dick erupts, throbbing out my release. My whole body grows warm, the pleasure blinding me as I feel him pulsing inside me. He grunts low and deep as he comes, and I feel his firm body holding onto me for dear life, his muscles twitching as he rides out his own mind-blowing orgasm.

When I open my eyes, I see the mess I made all over his bed. Literally all over his bed. I came everywhere.

He kisses my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder, his breathing heavy.