Page 35 of Over and Above

“Hey, for the record, you’re pretty cute grumpy and jealous.” Magnus gave me another kiss, eyes twinkling as if he really meant the words. “And if you’re feeling guilty, feel free to make it up to me with your mouth later, but seriously, I likeyou, Eric. Even when you’re prickly.”

“I like you too.” Something sweet, like a candy melting, flowed between us. The acknowledgment felt…important, like how graduation was about more than simply a cap and gown. This was about more than the words. And too much thinking on that tipped the balance from sweet to scary, so I pointed at the stairs again. “Loft. Now.”

“Okay, bossy.” Magnus followed me up the stairs to the loft and its low ceiling that made undressing a challenge. I bonked my head pulling off my T-shirt, and Magnus tripped removing his jeans.

“Next time, maybe I should host.” I rubbed the back of my skull. “More headroom.”

“See? This exclusive thing is good.” Naked and magnificent as ever, Magnus stretched out on the fluffy bed. “You’re already planning for the next time I fuck you silly.”

“I…” I swallowed hard, staring down at that thick cock of his, which was pointing straight up like an amusement park ride waiting for me to hop on. “It’s been a while.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” Rolling onto his side and looking a little less raring to go, Magnus patted the mattress next to him. “Promise.”

Reassured that he wasn’t expecting me to go from zero to sixty with no build-up, I stretched out next to him. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the quiver in my abs. I wanted this. And then Magnus was kissing me, a warm, welcome distraction that chased away my nerves. Kissing him always felt like a four-course meal, a banquet in and of itself, and I lost myself to how good making out with him was.

I was so wrapped up in the kissing that I almost missed him levering himself on top of me. He turned his attention to my highly sensitive neck, licking and teasing along each tendon and my collarbone, stopping short of leaving marks, which only had me arching that much more into the contact. Definitely didn’t miss him slithering south, determination in his eyes. My cock bobbed expectantly against my stomach, but Magnus only saw fit to grace it with a quick kiss before settling himself between my thighs and grinning up at me.

“We good?” He didn’t wait for a reply before pressing an open-mouth kiss on my rim. We’d fooled around with him fingering me some with oral, but this was the first time he’d rimmed me.

A single kiss and flick of his devilish tongue, and I was already gasping. “Oh. Wow.”

“That’s a yes?” He smirked, undoubtedly knowing the answer as he resumed his tease, flickering his tongue all over my rim. As with my neck, even barely-there teasing had me clawing at the sheets.

“Hell, yes. More.” Being able to make demands of Magnus was its own turn-on. He made it so very obvious he was into things like going down on me, come-play, and rimming that asking for more felt natural. Sexy. No worries about being too much. I writhed against the mattress as he started rimming in earnest, lots of broad strokes of his tongue and the naughtiest of kisses, playing with the resistance until the muscles surrounding my rim went pliant.

“This lube okay?” Magnus retrieved a bottle from a shelf near the head of the bed.

“Uh-huh.” I nodded like I had an opinion. He could have produced butter, and I doubted I would have done more than blink. “Please.”

Magnus had figured out from earlier play that I had very little patience for one-finger teases when what I craved was the fullness and pressure against my prostate. Accordingly, he started with two fingers, and I moaned, long and lusty, as he pushed inside my already slick rim. I liked being stretched as well, loving the way he scissored his fingers and used his beefy knuckles to their full advantage. I’d only ever come untouched after lengthy bouts of solo play, but Magnus seemed hellbent on getting me off with only his fingers. He added in some little licks of my cockhead, and I very nearly levitated toward the low ceiling.

“Fuck me now.” My voice came out closer to begging than demanding, so I added a stern look in Magnus’s direction. “Too close. Rather come on your cock.”

“I do love when that mouth of yours loosens up.” He offered a fond smile as he opened the box of condoms and took care of lubing himself up. “Flip.”

I couldn’t say I had a position preference, but on my knees had the advantages of an easier angle for penetration and the ability to hide my reactions from Magnus. Much as I enjoyed those affectionate looks from him, they also made my insides jiggly. I stretched, ass up and arms folded in front of me, a nice resting spot for my head as Magnus kneeled behind me.

He held his cock with one hand, providing blunt pressure against my rim, along with a reminder that his cock was far wider than two fingers.

“Oh.” Air whooshed out of me. I rocked backward, trying to take it, but had to retreat when the sensations were too much, too fast.

“Take your time, baby.” Magnus stroked my back and sides with gentle hands. I had no business loving the sweet, flirty, all-too-natural way he called mebabyin bed, yet my whole body thrilled every time he used the word. And I used that little inner shudder to chase out my hesitation, reclaiming my desire to get fucked.

“Want it.” Verbalizing my need helped as I relaxed into my arms, tension leaving my back and ass. Slowly, I was able to take the tip of Magnus’s cock, and that only made me want more. He gave a tentative thrust forward, stretch licking at those same nerve endings his knuckles had teased. Yes, this was the fullness I’d been after. And as soon as he grazed my prostate, I moaned. “That’s it. Go hard.”

“At your command.” Magnus gave a merry laugh at odds with the seriousness of our activity. And despite agreeing to my demand, he established a leisurely pace of deep, perfect thrusts and slow retreats.

“Harder. I can take it,” I urged. Rather brash of me because I was not, in fact, sure I could take the sort of pounding I craved. I wanted to try, wanted my teeth to shake and hamstrings to burn and?—

“Grab the edge of the bed.” Now it was Magnus’s turn to give orders, and as soon as I had the leverage to push back more forcefully, he met my motions with the sort of strength I’d come to associate with him. All those thick muscles and endurance working to pleasure me. I loved it. Loved being at his mercy, yet somehow also in charge, telling him to keep it coming.

“More.” Heat and pressure gathered in my lower abs and my thighs tensed. “Christ. I’m close.”

“Gonna come hands-free?” Magnus sounded suitably awed, thrusting harder and faster against my needy prostate.

“Think…yeah.” The tension reached that sweet climb past probable into inevitable. As long as he kept going, I would come, and I rode the certainty of that knowledge, moving in sync with Magnus. Not to force the orgasm faster, but to draw it out, wring every possible drop of pleasure from this near-brutal fuck. It was hard and raw and real. The rasp of his leg hair against mine. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. His hands gripped my hips so tightly I’d wear his fingerprints tomorrow.Oh fuck.My body loved that image because my cock pulsed, no hand needed, come shooting out. “Fuck. I’m…”

“Oh yeah, you are.” Magnus made a triumphant noise, hammering harder, driving the last of my orgasm out of me as he sought his own. My ass clenched with aftershocks from the orgasm. Magnus moaned like I’d done something brilliant, so I did it again, more deliberately trying to squeeze his shaft on the upstroke, keep him inside me. “Damn. Eric…”

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