Page 81 of Lust

That’s my Brad, always prepared.

We position our shirts and jackets so he can lie on them. There’s a chill in the air, but it’s quickly forgotten as we latch back on, our combined body heat and this special magic between us making it easy to forget about things like temperature. It’s like we’re not even in the church cellar anymore, but in our own world, one we’ve constructed from each fuck.

I’m lost in kisses until I manage to pull away from his mouth, kissing down his neck and body, nipping at his flesh, biting gently, licking. I make a quick stop at his cock to give it a teasing lick before running my tongue down around his balls, to his ass. I hook my arms under his thighs, raising them to display his ass.

I take a moment, just looking at how pretty it looks.

And it’s all for me.

I place a gentle kiss against Brad’s thigh. Then I ready myself with the lube and push my head against his tight hole. Our gazes meet, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he waits in anticipation.

He nods, and I push the head inside, watching as he closes his eyes and rolls his head back.

I take my time, steadily inching my way inside, watching as his muscles twitch and his cock firms beneath me. Slow and steady, I push in as he opens up for me. As I get that last inch in, he arches his back, and I lean down, resting my forearms on either side of him as I offer a kiss, appreciating how tight he is. How firmly his ass grips me.

“God, your cock feels so good.”

I pull out and then thrust back into him, then do it again, steadily building up my movements, watching Brad’s open-mouthed expression as he takes each push. We work together—as I push, he rocks his hips as we find that familiar, natural rhythm between us.

“Fuck me harder,” he begs. “Fuck me, Straight Boy.”

His lips tug into a smile, and how can I not laugh? This is what I love about messing around with him. The play, the fun that helps us escape all the bullshit.

But then I give him what he wants, putting in the work as I give him broad, intense thrusts. The way he rocks his head either way, opening his eyes enough for me to see them rolling, it’s clear I’m hitting the spot just right, which only encourages me as I continue to fuck him. His muscles shake with my movements as he moans before his eyes open, his gaze meeting mine.

Despite what he heard earlier, me at my absolute worst, I don’t see pity in his eyes, only appreciation. He sees past my defenses, past the pain in my soul, but it hasn’t scared him away, only drawn him in more.

I see this beautiful man, whom I’d once thought the biggest asshole I’d ever met.

But he has his own wounds. His own aches.

These aren’t things I look past. They’re part of what make him so beautiful to me. They’re part of what has given him this big heart. Part of what makes seeing his smile or hearing hismoans of pleasure all the more intoxicating. Because I know what it takes to overcome that darkness in his heart.

And I just want to be here for him, allow him to use my body as an escape from it all.

Our instincts guide us through our experience as we change positions, like Brad won’t be satisfied until he’s tried my cock at every angle. I remember that feeling with him all too well.

We fuck until we’re panting and sweaty, both of us on our knees, me behind him, thrusting still. With my arms hooked around him, his cock in my firm grip, his ass claps as my hips slam against him. His muscles tremble as I kiss and bite at his shoulder.

“I’m not gonna make it much longer,” he admits. He sounds ashamed, like he’s disappointed he can’t give me more.

“Don’t worry, I’m about ready too.”

“I don’t want to blow until you’ve come in me.”

I lick my lips. Just the thought of my cum pumping into him makes the pressure swell.

“Look at me,” I tell him, and he turns his head, his gaze meeting mine once again as his hot breath pushes against my face.

And it’s all too much for me.

The pressure builds to its peak, and my movements pick up until I feel that explosive sensation.

“Yeah, give it to me,” he says, and I do, my body smashing against him as I fill him up. His cock tightens in my grip, and it’s clearly too much for him too because a moment later I feel the warmth spreading over my fingers as I pump him good.

I cling to him, our bodies shaking as we come down from the high.

After I pull out of him, he lies on his back against our clothes, and I curl up against him, tucking my face against his chest as I massage his abdomen with my cum-soaked hand.

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