Page 68 of Forever Not Yours

He moved. Of course he fucking did.

“Colour, Bastien?”

“Green.” There was a smile in his voice. Oh fuck, he was enjoying this far too much.

“Hands on your arse cheeks,” I demanded, still stroking myself. Licking my lips.Swallowing.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I grabbed hold of the harness, yanked him firmly backwards, my lips on his neck, his jaw, his ear.

“Spread yourself open. As wide as you can. Want to see that hole as I push my dick right in there. That clear? Open up.”

His breath hitching just turned me on even more, my hand still moving over my length as he did exactly as I told him and spread himself open, his hole still wet from my tongue.

Some lube on my finger, I pressed it softly against his hole—still far too tight, but that was the way he liked it. The way I liked it. My other hand kept a firm grip on the harness, so that his back was slightly arched backwards. His hips would bruise, but hey. This…

The tip of my dick against his opening. His breath. Fuck.

“Don’t be a twat, Jakey,” he hissed. “Bloody do it.”

“Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll see stars.”

No idea where that had come from, but I could see the dimple pop in his cheek, then disappear as I pushed, slowly and firmly, his hole fighting back. Along, drawn-out moan came out of his mouth, and again. I pushed a little further in.

“Fuck, so tight.”

“You and your goddamn cock. Size of a bloody arm.”

“I’ll give you a bloody arm one day. Gonna get my whole fist up your arse, and you’re gonna be too far gone to even care. Fist you like you need to be fisted.”

“Put your money where your mouth is then,” he hissed back.

Almost all the way in. His breaths came loud and deep, his head hanging down as I yanked at the harness.

A final push.

“Breathe,” I urged, adjusting his hips. “Just relax.”

I pulled out, added a bit more lube, gave myself a stroke and pushed back in there, faster this time, making his breathing strain. His hands still gripped his buttocks, white knuckles, pink skin.

Fuck me.

“Do it,” he whispered, shivering. “Fucking do it.”

Two hands on the harness, I pulled out, slammed back in. He howled. And again. I got myself into afirm steady rhythm as he held on, did as he was told, his dick slamming against the cupboard door with every jerk of my hips, his neck bent back as I rode him like he deserved. In and out. Firm slaps of skin against my stomach. Tight hot wet heat surged through me as I sped up, his hands moving to hold on to the edge of the worktop.

I hadn’t given him permission for that, but it gave him protection against the hardness and made him flex his spine so I could get further in. My hands now on his hips, I slammed every inch of myself inside of him, hard, fast, my arousal now blindingly sharp against the softening daylight. Autumn, after a summer so weird and chaotic yet so…perfect. Him and me.

His voice came now louder as he swore in frustration. My cock was so deep inside of him, but I wanted more. I yanked at him, capturing his mouth with mine.

I loved that he didn’t care where my mouth had been. That he kissed me back, his sweet breaths merging with mine. So close. So perfectly mingled.

When I came, it was almost painful, sharp shards tearing through my inside as I filled him right up. Theadded warmth and wetness, my softening cock. His desperate whimpers.

I yanked him around, dropped to my knees and sucked him off, deep and heavy, straight down my throat. His voice echoed in my ears as he came, all that he was, filling my willing mouth. The taste of him was heady, and so was the way he instantly relaxed, gently sliding down into my arms until the two of us sat there on the floor, like two blobs of jelly, his face in my neck, my arms around him, holding him tight.

“You okay?” I asked. I hoped he was, that it had been as good for him as it had for me.

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