Page 45 of Comforting the Grump

His breath hitched as I worked him open, my fingers coaxing him to let go, to give in to the urgency building between us like a storm. He opened beautifully, moving against my hand, urging me to go faster, deeper, harder.

“Ready,” he grunted. “Stop playing around.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t. Not more than what I like anyway. Please, Marnin, don’t make me beg you to put your fucking cock in me.”

Jesus fuck, the mouth on him. I withdrew my fingers. “Come here.”

He allowed me to manhandle him as I bent him over the edge of the couch, the perfect height to rail him hard. The sight of him there, the soft lights catching the contours of his body, the way he stuck that luscious ass back for me, how he spread his legs and teased me with his hole—it did things to me. Primal, possessive things.

I positioned myself at his entrance, pushing in slowly at first before surrendering to the hunger that clawed at my insides and sinking in all the way. Ennio gasped, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch, and I held his hips, grounding myself as much as him. I should have waited, given him time to adjust, but I couldn’t. My need to claim him, to own him, was too strong.

I started to move with fast, sharp thrusts, each punch of my hips punctuated by his moans and the slap of skin on skin. He met my every move, matching my speed and force. We created a rhythm that was frantic and raw, our bodies speaking a language older than words.

“Harder,” Ennio gasped, and I obliged, driving into him with all the force of my desire for him. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered why my need for him was so strong when I rarely fucked the same person twice, but then instinct took over, drawing out everything else. I drove inside him as he held on fordear life, making sounds every time our bodies crashed into each other.

His hole was red, obscenely stretched around my thick cock, and so damn enticing it could’ve been a drug. Jesus fuck, he was so slick and tight, so snug around my dick as if he never wanted to let me go.

“Ennio,” I grunted, feeling that familiar coil of heat building in my core. It was fast, too fast, but he and I were caught in the same wave of need and lust, about to crash.

“Fuck, Marnin,” he managed, his voice breaking on the last syllable. “Almost there.”

I adjusted my angle and hit his happy spot dead on.

“Ungh, fuck… Right there. Please, Marnin, please. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Even if I’d wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to. “I got you. Let go, baby.”

I fucked into him hard and fast and with perfect aim, and within seconds, his body went rigid. “Oh god,” he moaned. “Fuuuuuck…”

This time, I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. The last thing I wanted was to give my cock the opportunity to deflate. Nope, this time, I was coming inside him.

I froze.

Fuck.

I wasn’t wearing a condom. How the fuck was that possible? In the thirty-plus years since I’d become sexually active, I had never fucked anyone without a condom. Ever.

“Marnin?”

It cost me all my willpower to hold still, and I couldn’t make myself pull out just yet. “I forgot the condom.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never… I got caught up and forgot. That’s never happened to me before.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. It’s my responsibility to keep you safe.”

“Don’t make it into a bigger deal than it is. You’re tested regularly, right?”

“Yeah. Every month. Always negative. And I’m on PrEP.”

“So am I, so it’s fine.”

I blew out a breath. “Thank you. I’ll put one on now.”

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