Page 123 of The Guy Next Door

After some messy kisses, he manages to pry his lips away. “Fuck, this is like that first time we messed around. Me showing you how good it could feel.”

Just him mentioning that day sends a rush through me.

He smirks before crawling off me.

“What are you doing?” I ask. I get a good view of his ass before he grabs his desk chair and rolls it over.

Another jolt of excitement pulses through me. After he’s placed the chair, he fishes through the nightstand, fetching the lube and my little toy.

“Oh, really?” I ask.

“You’ve never even used it after that one sexy call,” he says. “Or have you?”

He glares at me like a jealous boyfriend, making me laugh. “I mean, I clearly brought it over in case we wanted to have some fun, but I haven’t had any reason to yet.”

His smile returns as he sits in the chair. “Get your ass over here.”

I position myself as I was that first time, close along the side of the bed, while he lubes up the toy. I spread my legs, gazing at him as he rests it against my hole, massaging gently. I close my eyes, relax as he plays with me, opening me up the way he has plenty of times with his fingers or cock. He takes his time gettingit in, and as it hits my prostate, I feel a warm bead of precum spill from the head of my cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters before I feel his lips along the bottom of my shaft. He licks along it, creating that pressure like he did the first time he fingered me, now using the toy to tease my prostate as he works me up.

My hips rock as he keeps building me up, and soon I feel his finger and thumb against my nipple. Yet again, he’s playing me like a goddamn instrument. I’m lost in sensation, reveling in the way it radiates from so many different parts of my body.

“Jesus, Zane. Oh, oh.”

Another push of the toy, and I arch my back, moaning.

His lips pull away from my cock. “Okay, now it’s too fucking much for me.” He hurries back onto the bed, on his knees between my legs, readying his cock with the lube.

He’s worked me up so much, I’m all desire and need as he hooks an arm around my thigh, positioning me for him before sliding in. My body welcomes him—I’m sure because of how he’s already worked me up, but also because he’s trained me to take that thing.

“Jesus Christ, Leif. I’ve bottomed too much for you. I forgot how good it feels to be inside you.”

Heat rushes up my body, pooling in my cheeks as he builds into a stride.

He licks his palm before gripping my cock. Then he licks the thumb and finger of his free hand and teases my nipple. Once he’s set up his system, he gets busy fucking me.

It’s too much, I’m fucking calling out, my moans encouraging him along as he picks up the pace.

I love filling him up, but right now, I just want him shooting into me.

As Zane fucks me, the bed shakes, and he built me up so much with that initial tease that this is too fucking much for me.

“Zane, you have to come. I’m about to—”

“Oh, don’t you fucking worry about it, my pretty man.”

His hips slam against me, and the way his body shifts and jerks, I know he’s shooting into me.

Knowing that, and feeling these sensations with how he’s stroking my cock and toying with my nipples, is too much, and it’s like a wave comes over me before I blow, calling out, desperate to break that pressure, when the warm sensation shoots across my abs.

I’m lost in the pleasure, reveling in everything he’s stimulated as he steadily pulls out before burying his face against my abs, licking and sucking me up. When he’s finished, he nibbles at the flesh by my navel, before crawling up my body and resting against me, his elbows on either side of me to support his weight.

As I gaze up into his eyes, he’s grinning, clearly thrilled with the experience himself and what he’s done to me once again.

“Hot,” he says before licking my lips.

I reach up, resting my hand against the side of his face. He closes his eyes, leaning into it, before he turns and kisses my palm.

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