Page 136 of Interference

I made short work of putting on a rubber, and in a matter of seconds, Anthony was on his hands and knees, gorgeous ass waiting for me. With a little bit of fingering, I had him ready to take me. With a little bit more, I had him down on his forearms and begging for my dick.

“Goddammit, Wyatt,” he growled. “Would you just—ooh, yeah…”

I grinned as I eased into him. Though I couldn’t see his face, I could still see all his pleasure playing across his body. Muscles tensing and relaxing. Arms shaking. Back arching. God, he was so beautiful from every angle, and when he was like this—offering himself up and trembling with need—I wanted nothing more than to make him feel as good as possible.

“Do you want it hard?” I asked. “Or slow?”

He whimpered softly. Then, “Hard.”

“Yeah?” I licked my lips. “You want me to rail you, don’t you?”

He gripped the edge of the mattress and rocked back against me. “Please. Yes.”

I picked up a little speed, but I kept myself back from what I knew he wanted. Oh, he’d be stimulated, and he’d love it, but it wasn’t the deep, hard fuck he craved. No, he was going to have to work for that.

“Wyatt…”

I adjusted my grip on his hips and rode him fluidly, loving the sight of him taking my dick and the sound of him needing more.

“Please,” he moaned. “C’mon…”

“What’s wrong?” I teased, taking long, easy strokes inside him. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“It feels amazing. But I…” He tried to rock back and encourage me to move faster, but I held his hips tighter. “Goddammit…”

I laughed. “You’re so sexy when you beg. Especially when you’re begging for”—I slammed into him once—“my dick.”

That had him whimpering with a mix of pleasure and frustration, and he kept trying to egg me on with his body. Keeping him still wasn’t easy—those legs of his were powerful as hell—but I managed, loving the way he alternately begged for more and cursed me out. He was so damn hot when he was this desperate and needy.

I didn’t keep him begging forever, though.

“Wyatt…” His fingers curled around handfuls of sheets as he bowed his head. “Please, just—oh, God, yeah.”

I thrust into him for all I was worth, and I was rewarded with strangled cries as every muscle in his back rippled as he slammed himself back against me. His cries—a mix of pain, pleasure, and relief—were absolute music, and I gave him everything I could.

“Like that?” I asked through gritted teeth.

The response was a delirious moan.

“Can you come like this?” I asked. “Do you want to come?”

He shifted onto one arm and, from the way his other shoulder moved, he’d started jacking himself. “Y-yeah. I can. Oh, God…”

Fuck, yeah. “Get yourself off. Make me come with you.”

Anthony moaned again, and every muscle in his body tensed as he dragged both of us closer to that edge. I fucked him as hard as I could, pleading with my own muscles to hold out just a little bit longer, and I heard myself swearing like only a soldier could as my orgasm closed in.

Then Anthony’s whole body jerked, and he cried out as he clenched around me. I forced myself deep and roared as I came inside him.

And just like that, we were still. I slumped over him. He sank down onto the bed. We both panted hard and trembled, letting the last few aftershocks ripple through us before I finally pulled out.

“Oh my God,” he slurred. “That was so good.”

“Yeah?” I kissed the back of his shoulder. “You sounded pretty frustrated there for a bit.”

He rolled his eyes and grumbled something I didn’t catch, and I laughed as we got up to go clean ourselves off. Lily gave us a disapproving look from where she was lying on the floor, then put her head back down.

“Hey, don’t judge us,” I said to her as I rejoined Anthony on the bed.

---