Page 44 of Gabe

He laughed and threw one arm over his eyes. “You really do like to plan ahead. Don’t you?”

“Of course.”

With his arm over his eyes, he couldn’t see me. I took advantage and quickly repositioned myself to take his cock into my mouth. He shouted in surprise from the unexpected stimulation and tried to buck his hips, but I held him down against the mattress.

“Fuck. Warn a guy.”

His words lacked heat when he could barely speak them around his constant moaning.

I’d never been good enough at oral sex to figure out how to swallow someone completely. My gag reflex only let me take about half of Frankie’s arousal into my mouth, but he seemed to be enjoying it anyway. Especially, when I ran let my tongue along underside of the head.

At the same time, I fumbled for the bottle of lubricant sitting only a few inches away. When I finally managed to get it open, I coated two of my fingers in the clear substance. Then, without ever stopping the motion of my mouth, I prodded my fingers between the lush globes of his ass.

This time Frankie couldn’t even form words. His moans merely took on a frantic edge and he kicked his heels against the mattress as I slipped one of my fingers inside him.

He was tight, but obviously experienced enough to know how to relax and let me in. I didn’t have to wait long before my second finger was able to join the first, and I set to work plunging my digits deep inside him. As I continued to lavish attention on his dripping cock, I also searched for the sweet spot that would make everything a hundred times more enjoyable for him.

“Fuck. Gabe. Keep going.” He twisted his hands so tightly in the pillows I was surprised he didn’t rip them.

As much as I enjoyed hearing his voice, the command was unneeded. I had no intention of stopping.

I knew I’d found the right spot when he suddenly arched his back and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. I nearly choked but managed to pull back just in time. To make up for it, I kept rubbing at that spot inside him until he was half crazed from the constant stimulation.

His climax was quickly approaching, if his tightly pulled up sack and the loud responses were any indication. If I kept going, he’d soon tip over that edge of pleasure. I wasn’t ready for that to happen just yet, though. I pushed him as far as I dared, but before he could find his release, I stopped and removed my fingers from his heat all together.

“Bastard,” he snarled at me. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

In response to his demand, I grabbed his hips and flipped him over, so he lay on his stomach. I could hear him muttering curses against the pillows, but he didn’t protest or try to stop me as I positioned him with his shoulders against the mattress and his hips in the air. It was such an inviting position, I shuddered, my cock throbbing in anticipation just from the sight of Frankie spread open and waiting for me.

Quickly rolling a condom onto my hard as steel shaft, I knelt behind him and lined up with his eager fluttering hole.

It was a lucky coincidence that one of my favorite positions also allowed me to sit up straight and keep my weight off my injured shoulder. There would be nothing to stop me from giving Frankie everything I had.

The other man growled against the pillows when I stopped to savor the moment. “Would you hurry up. Bastard. You’re trying to kill me. I swear.”

Who was I to deny such an order?

Gripping his hips in both hands to hold him steady, I shoved my dick inside him with one long, smooth thrust.

The feeling of him tightening muscles around my cock was more perfect than I could describe. It stirred something primal within me that I usually kept locked away.

I wanted to claim him.

Own him.

Engrave myself so deeply into him that he could never find satisfaction with anyone else.

Frankie’s groans and begging words were only a distant echo in my ears. As soon as I’d seated myself all the way inside, I grasped his hips tighter and pulled out again. I barely left any time for him to adjust before I started fucking him at a punishing pace. He babbled something against the pillows, but he wasn’t making any sounds of pain, and he never asked me to stop.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

My vision blurred around the edges and tunneled until all I could see was the way Frankie’s whole body jolted each time I drove my hardness inside his sweet ass. Pleasure danced through my veins, but it was soft and mellow. The sharp edge that signaled an approaching orgasm was missing, and I knew from experience it wouldn’t show up for a long time.

In contrast, Frankie seemed to already be riding the edge of his own pleasure. I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell from the way the muscles in his back tensed and he squeezed even tighter around my cock that his release was rapidly approaching.

It probably didn’t help that I was hitting his sweet spot with each thrust, but I had no intention of stopping.

When he fell over that blissful cliff of his orgasm, he buried his face against the pillow to muffle his scream. His whole body became a vice grip around me, and his inner muscles fluttered so frantically it almost felt like he’d started to vibrate.

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