Page 64 of Off Sides

The smile on my face is feral and I don’t need a mirror to know it. I need my boy and if he needs to pound me into the mattress, I’ll let him.

The doors open on the third floor and we hustle to my room. For once, the hallway is empty and we aren’t stopped ten times. I push open the door and when Joey steps through it, I slam it closed and lock it. In the same instant, he drops his bag and we’re on each other. We’re ripping at clothes and savagely kissing, groping, grinding. It’s been too long since we were together, too much hurt and distance between us.

Joey palms my ass, gripping and kneading the muscles. Anticipation flutters in my stomach. Fuck, I want him.

I turn us and walk us to my bed, pushing Joey down when his knees hit the mattress. After tossing the lube on the bed, I climb onto his lap, straddling his thighs. He holds my hips and I wrap my hand around our dicks in a tight squeeze.

Joey gasps, watching my hands on us. I roll my body, thrusting into my hand and dragging my cock against his. His fingers flex into my skin, digging in and probably leaving marks.

With my free hand, I reach for his nipple and pinch it hard. He sucks in a hiss between his teeth and his body tenses, but his dick throbs and his hips jerk up.

I’m getting too worked up, too close to the edge, so I release us both and lean over his broad chest to kiss him. He works my hips, pushing up against me to get some friction on his aching cock, but I lift up so he can’t get what he’s searching for. I chuckle into the kiss when he groans with frustration.

“Please,” he whines, desperation dripping from him. “Daddy…”

I nip at his jaw and neck, moving to his ear. “Don’t worry, sweet boy, I’ll take care of you.” I grab the lube and slick up his cock, stroking him slowly. “You’re going to stretch me open, fill me with cum.” Joey whimpers and he thrusts into my grip. “I love the burn of the stretch. It hurts so fucking good.”

His face is bright red, his neck and chest too. His fingers are digging so deep into my flesh it aches, but I welcome it. It’s proof that he’s here, that he wants this, wants me.

I add some lube to my hole and test myself with a finger and then two. Fuck it, I want the burn. Lifting his cock, I position myself over him, letting his head tease my hole. Pushing against it and lifting off, once, twice, before letting the head in.

The stretch stings but it doesn’t dissuade me from wanting more. Wanting everything.

I can’t stop the hiss when I take more.

“You don’t have to.” Joey’s panting and starting to shine with sweat. He’s wrecked and we’ve barely started.

“Do you want to stop?” I lean on his chest, holding myself still.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The man looks so conflicted. He wants to fuck, it’s clear on his face, but he wants to take care of me. I can’t have that, not in this moment.

“That’s not what I asked. Do you want to stop or do you want me to sink down on your cock and ride you until all that exists is pleasure?”

His hips move involuntarily. “Pl-please, ride me.”

With my eyes on his, I force my body to relax and take the rest of him. It burns, stings, but watching his eyes cross and roll back is worth it.

I start easy, grinding my ass down against his hips, keeping him as deep as he can go. Joey’s legs move back and forth across the mattress and his fingers flex. My boy is so turned on he can’t keep still. It’s my favorite part. Where arousal and desperation crash, taking away the ability to control your body.

All the nerve endings in my body are sensitive and on high alert as I build up speed and lift off him. Soon my body is slapping against his, moans and whimpers and panting breaths fill the space between us. We’re riding a high, chasing the inevitable end, and hoping not to drown in the undertow.

I brace my hands on his chest and his eyes open, watching me take him. His eyebrows pull together, then he clenches his eyes shut. Something’s changed and I don’t know why or what caused it.

He’s thinking too hard.

Joey’s dick doesn’t feel as full as it was a minute ago and the strain in his muscles isn’t from holding himself still.

“Look at me, baby.” I stop moving, sitting on his hips, and wait. “Joey.” This time I put some command in my tone, he’s too far down the rabbit hole already.

His chin lifts and his warm eyes meet mine, making my heart ache. Without a word, he’s begging me for help, for guidance, for reassurance. This time, I don’t know how to fix it. Does he need praise? Does he need degradation? Does he need comfort?

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” I circle my hips and his breathing hitches, but it’s not what he needs. “Such a dirty little fuck toy—” His dick twitches. “—letting me use your body any way I want to get off.” I wrap my hand around my cock, jacking myself as I grind on his dick, and our gazes locked. “Just lying there and taking what I give you. My jizz trap, hungry for me to mark you with cum.”

Joey reaches for me, pulling my mouth to his in a punishing kiss as he thrusts up to meet me. He’s hard now and breathing too fast. Part of me is relieved I didn’t make it worse, part of me is proud I figured out what he needed, part of me wants to come.

“Daddy.” That innocent voice is spoken against my lips and my heart sings. “I need to come.”

“Fill me up, baby.” I stroke myself quickly, twisting my hand around the head. Joey tenses, back arching, pounding into me for a few thrusts before he grunts into my mouth and finally relaxes. He goes limp, breathing hard and cum-drunk. His blissed-out expression and sleepy smile push me over and I come on his stomach and chest.

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