Page 81 of Best Served Cold

“You sure you want this?” I jerked the bottom of my t-shirt over my head to get it out of the way.

“Do it.” He bumped his hips back impatiently.

I notched my cockhead against his hole and pushed. My tip dipped inside him but popped free and slid up his crease when I tried to go deeper.

“Again,” he grunted, spreading his legs as much as he could with his jeans still pinning his thighs together. “Harder.”

I repositioned and lay over him, keeping myself up with one arm. This time, I was able to slide my cockhead inside him before he clenched up.

“Ungh,” we both groaned.

His hands slid over the ground as I rocked my hips, pushing a bit deeper with every thrust. His channel squeezed my cock, his walls rippling as I worked my dick inside him.

“Holy fuck,” I panted when I was balls deep in him. “Goddamn.”

He clenched around me, his entire body locking up tight. I held still, giving us both a chance to get used to it.

“Move, dammit,” he gritted out, glaring at me over his shoulder.

I rolled my hips, pushing deeper inside him.

His mouth fell open in a silent cry.

I swirled my hips and ground against him.

His eyes rolled back, then shut.

Fuuuuck yeah.

Moving in short, hard bursts, I pumped into him, keeping my eyes on his face so I didn’t miss a single second of his pleasure.

Desire and arousal built inside me, pushing me to go faster and harder. He moaned and writhed under me. I loved how he openly expressed his pleasure. How he wasn’t hiding it or trying to downplay things. He wanted it.

He wanted me.

Gripping one of his shoulders for leverage, I slammed into him. I was being too rough and going too hard for his first time, but he didn’t seem to care as he pushed back and begged for more.

Jesus. I wasn’t gonna last.

“Does that feel good?” I asked, my voice harsh and too loud.

“Yeah,” he panted. “So good.”

“You wanna come on my cock?”

“So bad,” he choked out.

Steeling myself, I lay over him, pressing him into the cool ground. One of his hands clutched my ass, urging me to go faster and harder. Bracing myself with one arm so I didn’t crush him, I slid my other hand under his hips and gripped his cock.

His pleasure-laced cry echoed in the woods.

I pounded into him, forcing his dick to slide through my hand with each punishing thrust. “That’s it, Noah. Scream for me. Let everyone at the party hear what a slut you are. How much you want to come for me.”

“Zane,” he whimpered and pressed his cheek against mine.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want someone to see us. You want them to know how much you love getting fucked.”

“I’m so close,” he sobbed.

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