Page 86 of The Club

“Oh, yeah,” I breathe, straining, chasing every sensation.

It’s bliss, but I want to see him. I want to touch more of him.

“Get up. I need to fuck you.”

Rafael draws back to the head of my cock, teasing it with his tongue, lapping at my slit. I cup his cheek.

“You like my cock in your mouth?”

He grabs my dick to hold me against his face after releasing me from his mouth. A heavy pulse of arousal moves through me at the sight of my dick against his chin. Tears have spilled down his cheeks from me choking him. His lips are swollen.

“I love it.” His tongue darts out and licks my cock, making me hiss.

“Take your clothes off. I need to see what’s mine.”

I take over with my cock, stroking lightly as he draws back and strips off his t-shirt. He shucks off his pants so fast I don’t get a good look before he’s scrambling back to me, tugging at my shirt.

“I want to see you too.”

I let go of my cock and lean forward so he can pull off my shirt. He attacks me immediately, biting at my chest.

“Fuck,” I gasp, arching as he teases my nipples. His hand is around my cock.

I knot my fingers in his hair and pull him back. “That’s enough. Get the lube. It’s in the drawer.”

He crawls over my lap to reach the end table. It puts his ass in a perfect spot, and I instantly take advantage of that and start exploring the curves of muscle. The stripes from my belt have faded a lot, and his hole is more than ready to take my cock again.

The drawer slides, then Rafael holds the lube over his shoulder. I take it and squeeze a generous amount along his crack and onto my fingers. He makes a little sound of impatience as I take my time, but I don’t care. I want to savor this.

He settles as my fingers massage his hole, then moans when I push inside.

I like having him positioned like this, in a sort of tabletop over me. I have easy access to his ass and his cock, one hand spearing into him, the other wrapping around his hard, hot dick. He rests his forehead against the arm of the couch as he gives himself over to me.

I’ve fucked him so many times, given him pleasure, made him come. But there’s something different about this. It’s slow and surprisingly indulgent for me. I really let myself learn his body, the stiff length of his cock, the way it strains up against his lean belly and I have to pull it down to stroke it. The way his balls hang so heavy at the base of it, the little sounds he makes when I tug them.

“I want to put the stretcher on you again,” I tell him, my voice husky. “I loved how these looked with all that weight on them. You got so swollen.”

He mumbles a vague acquiescence then makes a sound of pleasure as my fingers curl inside him, grazing his prostate. Even though my untouched cock is aching, I love that I’m doing this instead of fucking him right now. I’ll get to that, but I want to experience this first, how his body tightens when I graze his prostate, how his ass clenches on my fingers and his cock twitches in my hand. He’s leaking all over me, and I love it.

After a while though, I need inside him, and he needs me there. I withdraw my fingers from his ass and let go of his dick. I use the excess lube on my fingers to slick my cock, though I’ve already leaked so much precum that it’s hardly necessary.

I can tell Rafael expects me to wrestle him around and shove into him from behind, but he’s going to have to work a little harder than that tonight.

“Straddle me,” I tell him as I shove down my pants and kick them off. “Get on my cock.”

Planting his feet on either side of me on the couch, he lifts over me. I hold my cock for him and watch him sink down on it. The sight is incredibly erotic, but I wish there were a mirror behind him so I could see my dick disappearing into his ass.

“The play room needs more mirrors,” I tell him. “I need to see every angle of you when I’m fucking you.”

“You like watching me?” he asks as he starts to lift and plunge on my dick.

“You know I do.”

I shift on the couch so I can lean back a little. It changes the angle, makes it easier for him to move, makes it easier for me to watch.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Fuck yourself on me.

He leans back a little, clamping his hands on my thighs. I can see my cock now, hard and glistening, as he fucks himself on it, but my eyes don’t stay there. There’s too much I want to see. His face with his lips parted and his eyes half closed. His abs withthe muscles contracted as he works. His cock as it leaks. Precum runs down the thick, veiny length, dripping over his swollen balls. They’re drawn up tight. They must ache.

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