Page 63 of Totally Geeked

“Oh, I really fucking want to, and you are so ready,” I reply, and I twist my fingers one more time, making his eyes flutter a little in pleasure before I let them slip free from him. He crawls forward on the bed but doesn’t turn around, instead pausing sitting his ass on my lap, my cock brushing against his balls and sending vibrations through me as I try to grab a condom and lube from the nightstand.

“Here,” I say, handing them over. He rolls the condom down my shaft and covers it with so much lube it dribbles down the sides and into my crack.

“We can take it slow, and if it hurts, just stop,” I say, and he looks over his shoulder at me and then rises onto his knees.

“I’m not worried,” he replies, shifting down the bed to straddle my hips, then he lifts himself and crouches over my cock, holding the base, he keeps his head turned, watching me while he lowers himself down onto it. I nearly blow right then.

His eyes close and he pauses, then withdraws a little.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be,” he says through a long slow breath. “Just need a second.”

“We can stop.”

“I don’t want to,” he replies, his eyes opening before I feel him descend further, the pressure and heat of him surrounding my cock.

“Holy shit, that’s so good,” I moan, and he smiles before rising a little, then moving down further again. It’s torturously good, feeling him clench around me and release over and over.

He turns his head to watch us from the mirror.

“Oh, it looks good, too,” he says, and I check our reflection in the mirror. He’s not wrong there. Holding my stare, he moves up and down, setting the pace he needs to get comfortable and when he bottoms out, I suck in a breath.

“Wow.”

“Really?” he asks, his cheeks warming with a beautiful glow.

“Hell yes.”

“What about…this?” he asks, moving his hips back and forth a little. My hands grip his waist.

“Fuck, yes, soooo good.”

I keep my hands on his waist as he rolls his hips repeatedly, pushing me as deep as I can go, and then he presses his handsagainst my thighs and lifts himself. At first, he’s slow, teasing me with each controlled movement, but then he starts to speed up and my fingers clench down on the bed as he bounces on top of me. It’s hard to focus on anything I can see with the rolling waves of lightning surging through me, but watching my cock bury deeper and deeper over and over into his ass has me edging so close.

My hand presses against his lower back, the tiny freckles like glitter on his skin, and as he leans against my hand, he grabs himself, fucking his fist in time with his bounce, and I’m gone. My eyes close, and I push my hips up, fucking his tight hole in fevered jerking thrusts and drawing out every drop from my balls. I force my eyes open, knowing I am missing the most beautiful sight in the world, and right as I check the reflection, his cock explodes, sending ribbons of come into the air.

“Holy fuuuuuuck,” he groans, rolling his ass against my groin until he’s spent.

“That was so good,” I reply, through heavy breaths, and as he lifts himself, I grip the base of the condom to keep it in place. We’re both on PrEP but our test results are not back yet so we’re playing it safe. And after that, I can’t wait to do it all again bareback.

Arlo grabs a towel and wipes up my leg, then passes it over and climbs into the bed to lie beside me.

“So the mirror was a good idea?” he asks, and I lean down and kiss the top of his head.

“The mirror was a fucking unreal idea,” I reply, tying off the condom and wiping myself off.

I roll away and grab my pants on the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and I grab out my phone.

“Ordering us some more mirrors, I want to see you fuck me from all angles next time.”

He laughs and grabs my arm, pulling me back on the bed.

“Next, you'll want to record us.”

“Ohh, can we do that? We could use our phones, no wait. That’s probably not a good idea, what if someone hacks our phones?”

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