Page 139 of Caught Stealing

A smirk lifts his lips as he switches hands, and the cooling sensation of the aloe draws my balls up momentarily as he smothers my shaft in the lubricant. He coats me from root to tip, leaving no inch uncovered, and only when he finishes does he reach behind him to smear the excess up and down his crease.

“What if I wanted to do that?” I ask while giving his cock a firm squeeze.

His eyes lock with mine as he shifts, and the head of my cock presses against his rim.

“You snooze, you lose,” is all he says before gently sinking down on my length.

My head drops back against the lounger, and my eyes sink closed as his body envelops me. It’s these first moments I love the most—losing myself in the sensation of being joined with him like this.

It’s only when I’m completely seated inside him that I lift my lids again to find him already watching me with a gaze so full of love, it leaves me breathless.

“Oh hell,” I groan. “Keep looking at me like that, and this isn’t gonna last long.”

A grin forms on his lips, but it quickly disappears, taken over by a moan of pleasure as he rolls his hips after sinking down on my length again.

And I can’t look away. Can’t stop staring at his face while he uses my body to bring himself pleasure. Can’t stop watching the way his lips part in soft pants as he takes us both closer to ecstasy.

It’s an intoxicating sight I’ll never be sick of.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, my fist still stroking his dick. “That’s it. Show me how well you ride my cock.”

One palm uses my shoulder as leverage to lift off my cock before impaling himself on the length all over again. His other sinks into the hair at the base of my skull, taking hold and dragging me in for a kiss that I could live in forever.

Holden sets our rhythm, riding my cock as his tongue mates with mine with fevered passion. My hands travel his body, mapping the lines and planes of his shoulders and back before gripping a firm cheek in each palm. I massage the taut muscles, kneading and squeezing them before using one hand to give his ass a light smack as he bears down on my length.

He breaks the kiss, smiling into my mouth. “Are you unlocking a new kink right now?”

It’s become a running joke between us, seeing as my experience in the bedroom falls severely short of his. But that’s just an excuse for us to continue trying new things. Exploring what we both enjoy in the bedroom together.

Or, in this case…out on the pool loungers.

“Just trying to put you in your place,” I murmur, my lips tracing the line of his jaw over to his neck while he drops down on my cock again. “Not that it’ll ever work.”

“Guess you just gotta keep trying,” he taunts, a sexy arch to his brow.

I have every intention of it, because little does he know, some of my favorite moments are when he challenges me right back. When he doesn’t just bend to my will at the drop of a hat.

Not that I’ll ever tell him that.

I shift, sitting up so our chests brush, and meet him thrust for thrust. The new position doesn’t allow me to slide in as deep, though it must apply the perfect friction against his prostate, because he lets out a low, sexy moan that goes straight to my balls.

“Oh, fuck,” he pants as his ass clamps around me. “More, Nix.”

Not one to deny my guy anything, both my hands fly to his hips to take over our rhythm. I’m relentless in my pace, dragging him down on my cock in thrust after untamed thrust while I explore the skin along his neck and collarbone with my lips.

The hand on my shoulder moves to his dick, and he starts stroking his length at a faster pace. They’re wild and frenzied as he brings himself closer to release, ready to jump into freefall.

“Oh, my God,” he mutters, the fist still anchored in my hair tightening as I peg his prostate again.

He continues jacking himself in time with my thrusts, the lounger creaking and scraping against the concrete beneath us with every frantic movement we make. And I don’t care if we end up breaking the damn thing and falling to the ground. Nothing matters right now except him and me and how we’re both driving each other mad with need.

Lust barrels down my spine when Holden’s ass clenches around me, squeezing and pulsing in a way that lets me know he’s close.

And I want it; his release. I want him to cover me in it.

For him to claim me as much as I am him.

“Come for me,” I demand before nipping at his throat. “Come all over me, baby.”

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