Page 92 of All Roads Lead to You

“Now? Shouldn’t we shower first? We’ve been sweating our asses off.”

“Don’t give a fuck. I’m having you now. I can’t wait for a damn shower.”

He climbed off the bed and reached for his backpack, pulling out the lube and condoms. “Take off your clothes. I want you fully naked.”

“You sure have gotten bossy.”

He looked at me with mischievous dark eyes and a crooked smile. “You love it.”

I rolled my eyes, pretending I didn’t, but I really did.

I grabbed the hem of my tank top, pulled it over my head, and tossed it onto the beige shag carpeting as Nick got naked, too.

Fuck, he was so damn gorgeous—inside and out. Another thing I was grateful for was getting past our differences so I could know the real Nick. I was sure he felt the same about me.

“I love you.” No more fears.

Nick jumped onto the bed, straddled me, and bent down to kiss me. “You better. Now, grab your thighs and pull your legs back. We’re doing this facing each other.”

My ass was still tender, but I was confident I could take him again. In fact, I probably wouldn’t need much prepping because we’d just fucked last night.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asked, reading my mind. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. Let’s do it.”

Nick poured oil into his hand and spread it around his fingers before shoving them into my hole. It burned a little, but he met little resistance.

“I don’t think I need much prep.”

He didn’t argue when he rolled on a condom and lined himself up between my legs. I pulled my thighs back further to make it easier on him. His tip slipped through my ring of muscle, and instead of clamping down as I had last night, I forced myself to stay open and bore down on him, allowing his cock to slide right in. The stretching stung a little, but other than that, I was good.

Nick pressed his face to my throat, breathing hard. “God, even after coming earlier, I want to come already. Your ass feels fucking unreal. Soon, you’re going to have to fuck me. You’re going to love it.”

“I want to.”

“Next time… definitely. Right now, I just need to be in you.”

As he pulled out and pushed back in, I never took my eyes off his face. I’d been dying to see him come while fucking me.

Nick sat up, not stopping his thrusts as he put his hand to my throat. I let go of my thighs and wrapped my legs behind him, pulling him deeper. His eyes rolled up into his head, and his mouth dropped open.

“Fuck, Logan… How are you so hot as fuck? I never noticed before. You feel so goddamn good wrapped around me.”

“I love you inside me.”

He moved his hand from my throat and cupped my face. “You’re always so fucking beautiful, but watching you get fucked and wrecked… that’s art.”

His pumping picked up speed to the point of desperation. My ass felt bruised, but I was desperate to come as he hit my sensitive prostate over and over. Instead of seeing if I’d come without touching myself, I grabbed my dick and stroked, using my abundant pre-cum as lube.

“Yes, make yourself come, baby. I want to see you paint your body with it.”

Nick’s eyes were firmly on my hand as I moved up and down my length in rapid and firm movements meant to make myself come quickly.

“Damn, that’s totally hot…” he panted. “Come for me. Do it. I know you’re close, since you’re hugging the fuck out of my dick.”

He reached for my mouth, kissing me full of sloppy tongue, not once letting up the hammering in my ass. After hitting my prostate a few more times, it was over. I cried into his mouth as hot cum spilled over my hand and all over my abs.

“Fuck yeah! Your face is gorgeously wrecked.”

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