Page 4 of Liberating Love

“Prove it,” he says.

And I’m on him, and it’s hot, more than what I could have dreamed of for tonight. His skin is silky smooth to the touch. The whimpers that fall from his mouth as I touch, lick, and nip every inch of him I can reach makes me want to suck huge marks into his skin. As much as I want to lay him down and crush him into the bed, I know I can’t. That’s not what this is, not for him, not for me. It doesn’t matter how far into his soul that his eyes let me see. Those windows aren’t for me. I’m too jaded with too much to overcome. Hell, my sons are probably his age. But I don’t focus on that, nor do I care as I bend him over the bed, pushing his chest down into the mattress as I stroke down his back to his fucking rock-hard ass. How much does this guy work out? He’s not bulky like me, but so firm, like steel running underneath his milky white skin; this is the only part of him not covered with those magnificent freckles.

“Wow, you’re efficient,” he squeaks over his shoulder as I prep him quickly and efficiently. Thankfully, he has no idea why. The idea of tainting this man… No, this is only for tonight.

“Are you ready?” I ask as I finish rolling on the condom and set the throbbing head of my cock at his now glistening hole.

“Like I said before,” he pants out. “Let’s see what you got, Old Man.”

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Aiden

He presses his fat cock head into me, but stops to let me adjust, then he slowly rocks back and forth, going a little deeper with every thrust. The way he’s moving makes the pleasure override the sting, and I find small moans and groans falling from my lips each time. Once he’s in to the hilt, he doesn’t stop his slow thrusts as he runs his large hands over my back and ass.

When I can’t take the slow, gentleness anymore, I press back against him, and he takes my silent signal for what it is. He grabs my hips and thrusts so hard into me that I gasp, then moan in pleasure as he does it again and again. I fist the blanket in my hands and listen to his moans and groans that rival mine.

I look over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of the sexy, older man. I’ve always liked a man with a little gray in his hair, and it’s even sexier seeing the gray on his chest, too. His muscular, toned chest—Jesus, this guy is gorgeous. He obviously works out a lot, he’s built like a machine, a sexy-as-hell, I-wanna-lick-every-inch-of-him machine. When his green eyes meet mine, I have to turn away. I don’t want to see into those depths. Even if they are gorgeous. Not tonight. Tonight I only care about one thing.

I shift my stance andOld Manpegs my prostate, making a whimper fall from my lips. Normally, I’m embarrassed by the sounds I make during sex, but I’m never going to see this man again, and considering he’s answered every one of my moans with his own, I think he might like it.

One of his hands travels from my hip up my back, his rough fingers making me shiver, the new sensation taking me close to the edge. Old Man—SexyOld Man—grabs my shoulder and pounds into me, hitting my prostate with every thrust. The sounds coming from me are unlike anything I’ve heard myself make before, and I’m so close, it’s almost too much but not enough at the same time.

Reaching down, I take myself in my hand and stroke it to the old man’s punishing pace.

“Let go, Freckles. Let me see you come,” he says breathlessly.

“I’m close,” I gasp out.

“Me too, baby. Let go,” he says again.

It only takes a few strokes before I’m yelling out and covering the side of the bed in streams of cum. My vision goes white as pleasure consumes me so thoroughly that I barely hear the old man’s yell as his own orgasm grabs him.

His thrusts slow, then still, and he falls forward, his cheek on my back as we both pant heavily. We stay that way for a few seconds before he pulls out. I roll onto my back, scooting up enough so I won’t fall off the bed because I need to catch my breath after that intense orgasm, and I wouldn’t put it past me to slide right off.

Old Man throws away the condom, then falls onto the bed on his back beside me, breathing just as hard as me. Neither of us say anything, and I’m grateful. I don’t want any words right now, I just want to ride this high for as long as I possibly can.

After I catch my breath, I tap Old Man’s chest with the back of my hand and say, “Thanks. I needed that.”

He chuckles. “My pleasure.”

I stand from the bed to search out my clothes, slipping my shirt on after I find it near the door. “I think they said checkout’s at eleven, so if you can be out of here by then, you can stay the night.” I find my pants half under the dresser and bend to pick them up.

When hands touch my bare ass, I jump, startled since I hadn’t known he’d gotten up from the bed. The old man presses kisses up my spine as his arms wrap around me, and goosebumps pop up across my skin. Closing my eyes, I let him pull me to standing as he whispers in my ear, “What’s the rush, Freckles?”

He’s lucky he’s so hot. That damn nickname usually makes me bristle, but hearing it from him, he sounds awestruck and not mocking like most people. I lean back into him and ask, “You sure you’re up for round two, Old Man?”

I feel more than hear his chuckle rumbling against my back as he presses his already half-hard cock against my ass and asks, “You think you can keep up with me?”

My snort turns into a gasp as he fists my cock that immediately begins to fill, and before I know it, he’s got my shirt off and has me pressed against the wall.

And for once, I let myself go and focus only on the now, only on what’s happening in this room, only on this man. I lose myself and let him make my body sing over and over again.

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A smile formson my face as I walk up the sidewalk to my friend’s house for Thanksgiving. I still can’t believe these guys keep including me in everything, as if I’m becoming a part of their chosen family.

Plus, it’s kind of a relief to get out of the apartment for a bit.

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