Page 73 of The Falcon and the Foe

Cal did as instructed. I pet that pretty behind. Large and round, just how I liked it. I gave it a hard slap, which reverberated in the booth. I came down on his right cheek, then his left, the smacking sound making my cock twitch.

“Fuck yeah,” Cal said.

I dragged two fingers, then my cock, down that luscious crack. My mouth watered when I reached his opening.

Cal cried out, desperate with want.

This was all like riding a bicycle, the best kind of bicycle. The sounds of sex—panting, moaning, licking, sucking—were loud and proud in this booth.

Cal rested a knee on the stool, his ass spread like a loaf of fresh bread being broken in half. His pink hole came into view.

I flicked it with my tongue, tasting his musk and heat.

“Jesus Christ, baby.” Cal slammed a fist against the cushiony soundproofing fabric.

I licked a stripe down the hot hole. I held Cal close as I fucked him with my fingers, his grunting fueling my lust. My cock pointed dangerously near his hole, begging for its turn. Cal pushed back, sliding down my finger like it was a fireman’s pole. He turned to kiss me, and our tongues collided in heat and hunger.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I growled into his ear.

Cal grunted back. “I’m warning you I’m a mouthy bottom.”

“I figured.”

We stood facing each other, drinking in the beauty of this sexy, gorgeous bear.

“I’ll be right back.” Cal darted out of the booth to grab the lube and condoms. I had to remember how to put on a condom. If a teenager could figure it out, so could I.

Cal pushed me against the steamed-up glass of the booth, our bodies pressing together in a sweaty mess. “Lie down.”

My cock shot straight up like the statue of liberty. Cal gave it a suck before he rolled on the condom. Cal lubed himself up, then me.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Don’t mind the cobwebs,” he snarked back.

It’d been a while for both of us. This would be somewhat painful for Cal, but hopefully a good kind of pain. “We can take it slow.”

“That’s probably for the best.” Nerves flashed across his face for a moment.

“Hey.” I cradled his cheek. “I got you.”

“We could barely row a canoe together. I don’t know how we’re going to pull this off.”

I snorted. “I believe in us.”

Cal squatted over me. I sunk into him carefully as pain and pleasure washed over his boyish expression. Our eyes connected in a sweet moment, and we traded acan you believe this is happening?smile. It was the sexiest sight to watch this large man get impaled on my cock.

For me, it was all ecstasy all the way. Good lord, why had I been abstinent all this time? How had I lived these past four years not being inside another man?

“Oh, baby!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs, grateful for a soundproof fuck session. “You feel so fucking good. Your ass is like fucking magic. How do you feel?”

“I’m getting there.” I rubbed my face in his hairy chest. “We can stop if it’s too painful.”

“No fucking way am I stopping.” Cal let out a long moan as he sunk further onto me. His dick spread pre-cum on my furry stomach. “Oh, Russ.”

“Baby, you are amazing.” I trailed the lines of leg hair on Cal’s thighs. He was all man, all on top of me.

“Yes, don’t stop.” Cal threw his head back. “Fuck, I missed fucking!”

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