Page 55 of Taste

“Would you now?” He laughed, shuffling around behind me. “I can’t wait to be inside there, might never leave.”

“Then shut up and do it.”

I wiggled my hips, then gripped my buttocks again, holding them apart to give him a full view. I felt the drizzle of lube and heard lots of panting going on back there, snaps of condom, then, finally…

“Just push in. Fuck. Need it.”

“Oh, you’re getting it, Mr Quinton. Hold on because you’re about to get taken on quite a ride. Here we go. Fuck. Mark. Fuck, fuck…”

Fuck all right. His cock. Long and perfect. Sliding all the way inside me with well-lubricated ease until his hips were bouncing against my arse, my hands now in front of me as I tried to stop myself from headbutting the wall each time he slammed into me. Then out. In again.

“Faster,” I shouted as the bed started to creak. Yeah. This. This right here.

He fucked me, hard and fast, just like I’d ordered. His grunting increased with every thrust, his nails dug into my hips as he sped up, then lifted me off the bed and slammed me back down so he could fall on top of me, his whole weight now pinning me down while I fought to spread my legs and he jammed his knees into the mattress.

God, he was good. Perfect even.

“Gonna come,” he breathed into my ear, his lips tickling my over-sensitised skin. “Not lasting long with you spread out like this.” My dick ground helplessly against the blankets underneath me. At least I had friction and was enjoying every second even though I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to come like this. I needed my hand. His hand. Anything. But I still loved it. The tenseness. The movements. The sting as he bit my shoulder and continued slamming into me at a frightening speed.

“Fuuuck,” I cried, and my head dived straight into the delicious black static. I was so close, blissed out in the semi-vacuum of near climax.

“Love you.” He could barely speak, and I could barely hear. “Love you so fucking much.”

I floated with his voice in my head, my dick painfully needy as my arse took him, every single bit of him, as he tensed up and shot his load inside me.

Well, into the condom. I tried to giggle, but it was more like a snuffle as his weight dropped onto me, once again pushing me dead into the mattress.

“Thank you.” His voice was mostly breath against my skin. “I needed…I love that we can do this. Just. You know. Make things better. I love that I feel so close to you. And you were right, God, you’re always right. Love that you’re mine. Love that I have you.”

“Mmm,” I moaned hoping he would…because…

“Turn around baby. Let’s get you off.”

His hands were suddenly everywhere, and my poor dick got a whoosh of cold air before he took me into his mouth and gave a satisfying hum around my length. Then he released the pressure and licked me from the root all the way to the top. I grunted and grasped for his head, trying to get him back where I needed him.

I shouldn’t have even worried about not coming because I did on the next round when my cockhead was jammed at the back of his throat and my hips were flexed high above the bed as my body twitched under his grip. I came to the point where I was screaming and my throat was bone dry, and he was laughing as I returned to my senses. He was still cleaning up my dick with his tongue.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, thrashing around, trying to get comfortable.

“Fuck you very much.” Still laughing, he threw himself down on the bed next to me, his smooth chest rising and falling at the same crazy rate as my own, both of us sweaty and exhausted. “Nap time, you think?”

“You’re not going to work then?” I teased, trying to get my head angled so I could reach his lips, feel his breath in my mouth, taste his tongue on mine.

“Nah, you’re right about this. We need a day off to…you know.”

“Talk and fuck and find that place where we can…”

“Function,” he filled in. “You make me feel good about myself. That’s something I’ve not felt in a long time.”

“You should feel good. You’re lovely.”

He settled on his side, removing the condom before discarding it on the floor with a flick of his wrist. I tried to scold him, but he kissed me into silence, tugging me into his embrace. Chest to chest. Mouth to mouth. Skin to skin.

“Easy clean-up. No mess.”

“I see, and what about my arse? Gonna clean that up as well?”

“Didn’t you say something about round two? Give me a few hours’ kip, and let’s see if I can deliver on that one when we wake up.”

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