Page 9 of Glitter

My dick surged at his words and became almost impossibly harder. While I’d sort of rather prefer not doing this again in public, where we could, and probably would be overheard, I also found that some part of me also relished the idea of others hearing us. A stroke to my ego that others would know I was the one he was letting fuck him. That I was the one giving him pleasure.

That this man, this angel, even for a little while…was mine.

I ground my hardness against the sweet curve of his ass so he could feel what he was doing to me. And so I could delight in teasing myself with the sexy firmness I’d luckily be finding myself buried in soon.

“Mmm, soon, boo. Soon,” he murmured, echoing the eager thought swimming in my brain.

His body wriggling and shimmying, rubbing along my front, as he loosened and lowered his pants, had me groaning, low and rough. My hands skated along the elastic waistband of his underwear and across the soft, tender skin just above it.

“Your turn now, boo,” he said. “But make sure to take a peek; I wore this pair especially just for you.” The hitching choke of my breath at the notion that this man had been thinking of me while going through his underwear and that I’d in any way influenced his final selection was thankfully muffled by his light laughter as he added, “Well, and because they matched the rest of what I wanted to wear tonight, of course.”

Leaning back from his body just enough to create a small gap between us, I quickly flicked my eyes down. What they encountered…there was nothing that would’ve been able to cover up this gasp—full of dizzying lust and more than a trace of continued disbelief that someone could be so physically perfect.

Narrow black bands of elastic against milky pale, unblemished skin, running across the top of the slight swell of his ass and along the sides of each perky, round cheek, the jockstrap left the full, sumptuous perfection of his ass completely bare to my view.

It was a sight I didn’t want to tear my eyes off of, but desire, want, and curiosity had me regretfully ripping my gaze away from that stunning picture so that I could peer over his shoulder to see what the front side of him had in store for me. And that sight…

Let’s just say that limes, and anything and everything else lime-colored, instantly became my most favorite thing in the world.

Mesh, just like his shirt but with smaller holes, the front pouch of his jockstrap was a vibrant, neon green and looked to be made of a silky, satiny material. And right in the middle of it, just above where the head of his cock was resting and where a spot of moisture had dampened and darkened was the black outline of a round, juicy lime.

“Sweet fuck,” I muttered, wishing he hadn’t turned around and was facing me so that I could sink to my knees and get my mouth on that tasty-looking bit of green fabric. And everything it contained.

“Hmm. I suppose. If that’s what you really want,” my angel said, his voice as silky and teasing as his underwear. “I’dreally rather a hot, rough, dirty, pounding fuck, boo. But it’s up to you. You’re in charge…”

The words were mere lip-service. He knew it. I knew it. He didn’t actually mean it, which the tone of his voice clearly conveyed. And, really, I was good with that. Like I’d told him, I was here to give him exactly whatever he wanted.

As if to prove that I wasn’t the one calling the shots in our encounters, he followed his statement up with a command of his earlier suggestion. “It’s your turn, boo. Get those pants down. Now, if you please.”

I dragged my fingers along his abdomen as slowly as I dared, feeling the faintest whisper of the short, fine hairs of his happy trail. Then my hands slipped between us, down to the button of my jeans. With only the narrowest of space between his body and mine, the backs of my fingers brushed against the smooth, silky skin of his ass as I worked to get my pants undone. I was tempted, oh so very tempted, to linger, to tickle more soft, gentle caresses to his flesh, but I didn’t want to press my luck. I didn’t want to invite my angel to get impatient with me. How little would it take for him to change his mind and rescind his attention?

I never wanted to find out.

Only once I’d shoved my pants and underwear down and out of the way did any sort of practicalities rear their inconvenient heads. Unlike last night, there was no magically handy foil packet being presented by graceful, angelic fingers. So, I quickly scrambled to drag my pants far enough back up so I could get to the wallet in my back pocket.

As my fingers dove into the snug opening, fumbling to get a grip on the chunky, leather item and pull it out, his amused voice teasingly called out, “Everything going alright back there, boo?”

“Yep. Yep. All good,” I panted out, as I finally got the wallet pulled free. “Wallet. Condom,” I declared, holding it upright victoriously and waggling it in the air.

“Oh, well done, you,” he teased. “Excellent work. Now get it on,” he ordered, adding, “The condom, not the wallet.”

I hurriedly flipped my wallet open, grabbing the square, foil condom packet out from where it’d gotten buried between the assorted fives, tens, and twenty dollar bills I kept stashed in there. Letting my wallet fall to the bathroom floor, not caring what sort of dirt, muck, or bodily fluids it might’ve landed in and would begin soaking up, I tore open the packet and snatched out the bit of latex that had been inside it.

I’d just begun rolling the condom down my hard length when he stated, “And not to worry, boo, once more I thought ahead and I got myself all open and slippery. Just. For. You.”

Hearing that…knowing that…Ungh. I groaned. I grunted. Igroanted. Whether it was true or not, how hot was it to think of this man, my angel, sitting at home and fingering himself, lubing himself up and stretching his tight, hot hole…all forme.

“Goddamn, you’re going to kill me,” I muttered. Not really meaning for him to hear me, but not overly concerned that he did.

“Nope, no dying, boo. Not until you fuck me, at least,” he replied. “So, c’mon. Do it. Get that thick, hard cock of yours inside of me and fuck me. Pronto.”

My hand felt good on my dick, wrapped around its base and holding it steady. But that was nothing,nothing, compared to the bliss of slowly sinking into the scorching vise grip of his ass.

The way he felt…that feeling of perfect completion, of being warmly welcomed home… I vowed to myself that I would do anything to be able to do this again, and again, and again. Even if I still had difficulty believing it was even happening in the first place.

We both moaned—mine more of a hissing, tortured sound of ecstasy while his was more of a happy purr.

“Oh, that’s it, boo. See, like I told you,” he said, his breath catching and causing a slight hiccup in his speaking as I bottomed out. “Open and slippery for you.”

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