Page 117 of The Nerd & the Ex-Con

“Slowly this time.”

“I don’t know if I can last.”

“You will.”

I took my time on Scottie’s body, trailing kisses down his neck, his torso, and his thighs, where I left little love notes with my teeth. By the time I flipped him onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and tongued his hole, he was trembling beneath me and crying out softly. Tension coiled tight within him, but I removed my tongue, even when he rocked his ass back, seeking release.

“Griff.” He gasped. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Patience. It’ll be worth it.”

So often we fucked hard and fast, but these moments when I took my time savoring his body were some of my favorites. I slipped my thumb inside him and pressed deep and slow, watching how his body reacted to my every move.

“Griff, please,” he whimpered, his hips following the rhythmic thrust of my finger.

I took pity on him and settled next to him on the bed. I positioned him against me so his back was to my chest. He slid his right leg forward, and I pressed my lubed cock to his hole. A long moan echoed from Scottie’s throat. He tilted his head back, and I found his lips, kissing him while slowly thrusting.

“Hmm,” he moaned into my mouth.

“You like that?” I asked.

“So much. I can feel every inch of you stretching me.”

I sucked his tongue into my mouth and tucked my hand into the thong he still wore. Tugging the waist down, I pulled his cock out and gently stroked him. Scottie hissed into my mouth. He opened his eyes and stared at me, a desperate need etched across his face.

“Fuck.” I rolled him over onto his back and stripped him of his underwear. Holding the back of his thighs, I pressed his knees into his chest.

“Oh god, yes,” Scottie cried as I slid deeper inside him, all the way to the hilt. “Right there. Right there, Griff.”

I fucked into him hard twice, then gentled the strokes, long and even. The way his ridges dragged along my cock made me hiss.

“You want to feel all of me inside you, Scottie?”

“Yes.”

“Hold your cheeks open for me.”

Scottie tilted his hips, gripped his cheeks, and spread them. Unable to resist his gaping hole, I spat inside, then fucked him with my tongue. His body vibrated, his moans climbing on top of each other until the four walls echoed them.

Kneeling between Scottie’s legs, I fed him my cock again. When I was almost completely inside, I grabbed my balls and shoved them into his hole, along with the rest of my cock.

“Oh my god, Griff!”

“You should see yourself, baby,” I groaned when I was literally balls deep inside him. “So fucking full of your man’s cock.”

“I can feel it.” Scottie released his cheeks, cupped his balls, and squeezed them so they bulged.

“So damn sexy.”

And I meant every word. If there was one thing I couldn’t ever regret, it was meeting Scottie. I would rather die than regret it. Spread out beneath me on the bed with his inner thighs decorated in dusky pink bruises from my kisses, Scottie looked sinful. Like a siren sailors were warned about.

He was my siren.

He was the love of my life but could single-handedly destroy it if he wished. With a groan, I moved inside him, slowly thrusting so my balls didn’t slip out. Like I knew he would, Scottie seemed even more frenzied that he had all of me inside him. He stroked his cock in time to my thrusts and ran his free hand over my body, anywhere he could touch, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

When the pressure inside me built and I could no longer maintain the maddeningly slow pace, I allowed my balls to pop out of him. Scottie’s sound of protest was swallowed up by me spreading his legs in opposite directions.

“Oh my god.” He strained into my thrust, pushing out his hole around me. I hissed, pumping my hips without stopping. His hand moved faster on his cock, the slicking sound mingling with my harsh breathing and Scottie’s cries. I was almost out of breath but had to keep going. Had to make Scottie come. Had to…

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