Page 108 of Shift Change

“Like this?”

I nodded, and he reached past his balls and circled his hole. When he slipped a finger inside, he groaned. I stroked myself, not for release but to enhance the pleasure of watching him play.

He moaned while he fingerfucked himself. I couldn’t take my eyes off the way his body opened, the way he welcomed the invasion. All I could think about was sinking inside, being gripped tight by that heat, and owning every sound he made.

Soon I was moaning along with him, jerking myself in time with the rhythm of his hand. When he found his prostate, his face twisted into a mask of filthy bliss. I knew that feeling. It didn’t hurt, but the pleasure was so intense, it pushed right against the edge of too much. It seemed dirty, like maybe you shouldn’t be feeling it.

“You’re a filthy fucker, Nate Holcomb,” I said. “I love how you moan when you finger your ass. You like being watched, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah.” His breath hitched when he added a second finger, and his eyes rolled back when he put in a third. Beneath all that desperation, he watched me like I was the only person in the world. “Love you, Chuck,” he whispered.

My heart lunged. “Love you too.”

He pulled his fingers free and said, “I’m ready.”

My cock had been ready for a while, pulsing with need and hard as a boulder. “Get on all fours.”

He did as I asked, and once he was braced on his hands, with his knees spread and ass up, I vibrated all over with want. I knelt behind him, grabbed the lube, and slicked myself fast, then rubbed more over his hole. I could barely breathe as I pressed the head against him. “Ready?”

“Do it.”

With one hand on his hip, using the other to guide myself in, I pushed inch by inch, biting back a groan. He opened around me, andgoddamn, no matter how many times we did this, I always forgot how fucking good it felt. The slickness made every ridge of heat more intense, and I could feel his heartbeat in his asshole.

He gripped me like he was afraid I’d pull out and leave him empty.

“Goddamn, Nate. So tight.”

“Come on.” He was already breathless. “Fuck me.”

I leaned forward, with my chest brushing his back and my lips close to his ear. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?”

He shivered under me. “Then make me feel it. Fuck it into me. Show me.”

And so I did. “Damn. You feel…”

“Come on. Fuck me.”

I dropped my chest to his back and wrapped my arms around him, locking him against me as I moved. Slow at first, easing in and out, letting him adjust—lettingmeadjust, because it was already too good.

“You feel unreal,” I whispered against his shoulder. “Like your body was made for my cock.”

“Always forget how fucking big you are,” he groaned. “Jesus, it feels good.”

The vise around my cock eased as he relaxed into it, and I sped up. He pushed back to meet me, greedy for it, grinding to get me deeper. I gave him what we both needed and pounded into him, hips snapping as the heat built between us. Then I drove in deep, one sharp thrust that made him yelp.

“Harder!” he shouted. “Give it to me!”

I lost control and slammed into him again and again, every hit wet and filthy, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing around the room. We were a mess of sweat and slick, with no space between us, working each other over like we couldn’t fuck fast enough. The air was ripe and hot, and I grunted as I dragged him upright, pressing my chest to his back so I could change the angle and fuck him even deeper.

“Yes!” he cried out.

“Jerk yourself off.”

“Nearly there already.” He reached down and his hand flew over his cock.

The way it made him bounce on my dick had me groaning, lost in this magic between us. My balls drew tight. “Fuck. Close.”

“Fuck!” He arched his back. His ass clenched around me as the first hot stripe of cum shot from his cock and splattered the headboard.

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