Page 28 of Glitter

I was still going, still firmly fucking him with three fingers. And his ass was slamming back to meet each strong shove. But I was still relieved to hear him say, whimpering and nearly sobbing, “Yes. Fuck yes.”

The ‘little bit’ he’d said that he wanted me to finger him with three fingers had definitely elapsed, although I’m not sure how long I spent driving those fingers in and out of him, scissoring and twisting them as I went to help loosen him up, by the time he gasped out, “Enough. That’s… I’m good. I’m ready.”

It had certainly been enough time for my dick to weep enough pre-cum to create a decent-sized watch patch on his purple sheets.

My exclamation, “Fuck. The condom,” neatly overlayed his demand of “Condom. Get the condom on. Now,” as we both seemed to realize at the same time that we’d been so caught up in my fingering him that we’d forgotten to attend to the necessity of sheathing my dick.

The last place I’d seen the condom packet he’d set out was over by his left shoulder, right near where the lube had been before he’d lobbed it at me. So, I laid my body over his and reached my arm out, patting the bed with my hand in search of the foil square.

Stretched out over him, my bare cock rubbed against the smooth, firm swell of his ass. It felt so good I had to groan. I groaned again, as did he, when he wiggled his ass to increase the friction of my dick against him. It almost made me wish that I could keep rubbing and rubbing and rubbing my dick on him until I’d come, and then I’d unload spurt after spurt of cum onto his soft, luscious skin.

But since that wasn’t what he’d asked for, I tabled that fantasy for another time and continued searching for the elusive condom.

I finally found it, tangled up in a fold in the sheet. Unfortunately, I had to make a little bit of room between my hard dick and his gyrating backside so that I could have enough space to put the condom on.

I think both of us were feeling pretty impatient about the necessary pause in the proceedings, but he was the only one who expressed that impatience out loud. “For fuck’s sake, boo. Are you done yet? How long does it take to—Oooh.” His words cut out on a sigh and a heartfeltly moaned “Yes,” when he felt the tip of my covered cock pressing against his opening.

He was still tight around my dick as I slid into him in incremental pulses, little by little at a time, until I was all the way in and my hips were flush with his ass. My hands settled onto the slender, slightly bony, curve of his hips as I gave a few, experimental, soft thrusts.

It didn’t come as much of a surprise when those soft thrusts were met with a demand of “harder, boo. For fuck’s sake, harder.”

Tightening the grip I had on his hips, I pulled my hips back, until the head of my cock was just barely resting inside his channel, then I snapped them forward, shoving my dick back in hard, the way he wanted.

The momentum jolted his body forward and I had to increase the hold I had on him even more. So much so, that a faint worry sounded in my head telling me that I was probably going to leave marks on him.

If I did, and if he was bothered by them, I’d just have to point out that he seemed to enjoy the activity that led to those marks, if the near-constant refrain of “Yes. Yes. Oh,fuckyes,” that he was moaning was any indication.

While he was busy with the lyrics he was composing to accompany our fucking, I was adding some words to my own melody. Mine was something closer to the tune of “Oh fuck. Angel. My angel. Oh my fuck.”

So, pretty much as equally profanity laden as what he was saying, but infinitely more embarrassing if he happened to actually be paying attention to what was coming out of my mouth. I could only hope that he didn’t, because I had no hope of actually stopping myself from moaning my endearment for him.

Over and over and over, I pounded my cock into him. And over and over and over, he rode his ass backward, fucking himself on my dick. All of it accompanied by the rhythmic groan of his bed frame, the slapping smack of my hips meeting his ass, the deep, heavy rasping of our breathing, and the repeated, desperate mumbling of our passionate calls.

In and out, in and out. Hard and without hesitation, I fucked him just how he wanted. Over and over.

My dick was a throbbing, aching rod inside his ass and my balls felt full and tight. I wanted to come. I needed to come.

Fuck, I needed to come.

But I wanted to hold out. He’d already gotten me off once tonight; I didn’t want to come until he came. I just wasn’t sure if I was actually going to make it.

About the time I was seriously worried I’d have to concede that I wasn’t going to be able to hold out, I felt his right hand scrabbling at mine, where it was firmly clenched around his hip.

He dragged my hand off his hip, saying, “Touch me. I need you to touch me. Jerk me off, boo. Make me come,” as he then pulled it around his body and directed it toward his cock.

“Yes. Anything. Want you to come,” I answered.

The noise he made when my hand wrapped around his hard cock almost sounded pained. But the words he sobbed, “Yes. That’s it. Make me come, boo,” told me he wasn’t in pain at all. Not the unwelcome sort of pain, anyway.

His cockhead was slick and wet with pre-cum, so I ran my hand over the rounded end, collecting the sticky moisture on my palm and smearing it down the length of his shaft to ease the glide of my fist.

Long and slender, his dick felt perfect, like it belonged in the tight grip of my hand. I fisted his length, up and down, firmly and quickly to match how I was thrusting into his ass.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes,” he gasped. “A little more, boo, and I’m gonna come. I’m about to come so hard, boo. You’re fucking me so good with your fat cock, and you’re jerking my dick…ungh…just…just… Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

My overheated, sweat-drenched body flushed even hotter. Pleasing him and getting him off was even better than orgasming myself. And hearing the trembling, stuttered compliments that tumbled from his lips, his voice deeper and raspier than normal, was a rush like no other.

“Me too,” I said. “Fuck, me too.”

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