Page 56 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

“Get me ready.” I hand him the lube. “Then sit on my dick. Ass facing me, so I can watch itsink inside you.”

Sloan shivers. Visibly shivers and licks his lips with naked lust before spinning around and straddling me backward. Seconds later I feel his slick hand stroking up and down my cock. As I savor the sensual glide of his fist along my shaft, I knead his cheeks, pulling them apart to make sure I’ve opened him enough. Sloan is smaller than me, and the last thing I’d want to do is cause him any discomfort. I’m debating whether to give him my fingers again when he lifts up and notches me at his entrance.

I suck in a breath and hold it trapped in my lungs as he takes my tip, which looks far too big to fit but disappears inside him nonetheless. The onslaught of pressure has me exhaling with a stilted grunt, but before I can expel all the air Sloan lifts and lowers his ass, this time taking me nearly halfway.

A blast of white fills my vision, fading away to reveal my half-buried cock, which still looks like it shouldn’t fit despite the fact this is far from the first time we’ve done this dance. But what looks impossible feels incredible, the vice-like grip of Sloan’s ass sending fissures of bliss along the length of my shaft. It gives a needy lurch deep inside him, and with a guttural moan he sinks all the way home.

Sloan holds still while I massage his cheeks, hoping to make this more comfortable for him.

“Okay?” I murmur.

“If I were any more okay, I’d be coming. I need a second.”

I smile to myself, holding absolutely still while he adjusts to this new position that I suspect has me buried deeper than I’ve ever been. Truth be told, I could use a minute myself, since the visual of his ass choking my cock is both the filthiest and most intimate sight I’ve ever seen.

Right up until he rocks forward to reveal my shaft before sinking back down and swallowing it again.

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

I feel that movement along every inch of my cock—hell I watch it with my own eyes—but sight and touch don’t seem to line up. I can sense one or the other, but not both at the same time. It’s almost as if there’s a delay, an attempt by my brain to regulate the influx of stimuli since seeingandfeeling at the same time would be too much to comprehend. Pleasure overload.

Sloan repeats the motion, and again I see what’s happening before I feel it, though once sensation returns the glide of his ass over my length has my limbs seizing up, my toes cramping in ecstasy.

If there’s a sexier sight on the planet, I’ve yet to see it, and I’m pretty well traveled, so my money’s on this view right here.

“Well?” Sloan asks, reminding me that I’m supposed to be whispering filthy nothings in his ear.

“It’s so tight I’m not even sure there’s room to shoot inside you.”

“Only one way to find out.” He gives me a coy smirk over his shoulder, and this timeI’mthe one who nearly blows from words alone.My little masseuse isn’t nearly as meek as he appeared the first time he entered my office, and I’m loving this side of him.

Bracing his hands on the mattress between my legs, Sloan starts to bounce on my cock. Slowly at first, testing our boundaries, until he finds the angle he likes. With each pass Sloan moves faster until sight and touch seem to sync up, so much so that each time he lifts his hips mine rise off the bed, almost as if he’s dragging me along by my dick. Or I’m subconsciously trying to stay buried inside him. Either way, we seem to be locked in this tandem momentum that fuses us together, and it feels so good I never want it to end.

At this rate though, the finish is imminent.

Lurching upright, I wrap one arm around his chest and pin his hips with the other, forcing him to still while he’s impaled on my cock. “Trying to see how fast you can pull my cum out?” I nibble his earlobe.

“Isn’t that the goal?” He tilts his head to the side, giving me greater access to his neck.

“The goal is to fill you, not to break a speed record doing it.”

“You’re the former racer. I thought you’d want to go fast.”

I slide my hand from his hip to his dick, giving it a lazy tug. “The whole point of getting you a room in this building was so we didn’t have to rush.” I recline on the bed, taking him with me so he’s draped over me like a blanket. “And since we aren’t rushing, I plan to leave my cock buried in your ass until the sun comes up.” I wrap my legs over his so he can’t use them, and rock my hips gently forward, pushing my shaft as deep as it can go.

“Holy—” Sloan’s attempt to speak turns into an indecent moan as my length tunnels languidly inside him, prolonging the blissful friction. And when my fist gently contracts around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze, I feel him go boneless in my arms.

Once again, I nearly come undone.

Sloan’s trust in me is so absolute he’s not chasing release, he’s giving himself over to me to deliver it. He’s letting me use his body however I see fit, knowing I’ll take care of us both.

And absent any resistance on his part, I can fuck freely into him, so all he has to do is feel.

“No one’s ever given me their body to jerk off with.” I shift my hand from his chest to his chin, turning his head so I can reach his lips as I pump dreamily into him. “It might be my new favorite kink.”

Sloan groans against my lips.

“You like that? Being my sex toy?”

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