Page 84 of More Than a Spark

“Uh, what?” My dick jerked against my hip bone. Had I hit the lottery?

He crawled over the bed. “I’ve been thinking about this.” He fell onto his elbows, his ass jutting into the air, his hole exposed to me. “Usually when I’m home in bed and can’t fall asleep.” He chuckled. “Okay, anytime I’m home alone in bed.” He twisted his head, his gaze finding mine. “That time you fucked me, well, it felt really good.” His cheeks flushed. “I’ve been um, sort of using my fingers on myself.”

My breath hitched as a shudder jolted my spine. “Are you serious?” I rose onto my knees and crept to his bare ass, then skimmed my palm over the globed muscle of his cheek. My breath quickened as I knelt between his legs and pressed my rock-hard dick into the crevice of his ass.

“Fuck, Milo. You’re a tease.” With a moan, his ass muscles clenched against my cock.

Rocking my hips, I rubbed against his hole with my slick cockhead, need filling every fiber of my body. I reached around his hips to grab his cock and it jerked in my hand. I ran my thumb over the tip and spread a thick bead of precum. “You do want this again, don’t you, my dirty boy.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, I’m your dirty boy,” he gritted out. He pushed backward into me. “I want you to take me, Milo. Like really take me this time. Be rough with me.”

Giving him a few slow strokes, I bent down over his back and in his ear, whispered, “You want me to fuck this fine ass of yours until you see stars?” I slapped his ass cheek. The old me was coming out, the one my hookups usually saw. I’d been so careful with Ryder the first time. Not tonight.

He whimpered. “God, yes. Fuck, I need it.” His dick twitched in my hand and mine pulsed against his skin.

I yanked the nightstand drawer open and snatched my lube. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. “Talk to me, dirty boy. Tell me how you want it.”

“Hard and f-fast.” As he shifted his gaze to the lube, his body shuddered.

I slicked up my fingers and slid them against his hole, circling. “You want me to pound you?” I pushed a finger inside.

A rough groan sprang from his throat, and he tensed for a beat, then relaxed. “Do it, hit that fucking spot.”

Curling my finger just so, I stroked his insides and rubbed my aching cock on his cheek, gasping as pleasure knotted inside my gut. Ryder was indeed my dream man. “You want more, dirty boy?” I slapped his ass again.

He gasped and panted, goosebumps breaking out over his back and thighs. “Yes, more.”

Pushing a second finger inside him, I quickened my pace. “You want my cock inside you?” The edge of release teased me. Fuck, I didn’t want to come before I’d put it in. I pulled my dick off his backside and the tip grazed his skin, taunting me with more.

“Yes, I want to feel it, feel you,” he rasped. His hole spasmed around my fingers as a pulse in his cock dribbled precum into my stroking hand. “Do it, fuck me, Milo. I’m ready.”

I swooned, shutting my eyes a moment, then steadying myself. Never in my life had I thought I’d be so lucky as to have Ryder this way, but here I was. “It’s going to hurt?—”

“Good, I don’t care.” He panted and pushed his ass toward me.

With the tip of my mouth curling, I slid my fingers out and nudged my dick against his puckered hole.

He freed a long moan. “You still have those panties on, right?”

“Yes.” I rubbed my hip on his backside, the lace scratching his skin, still reddened with my handprint. Biting my lip, a wave of lust washed over me. I spread more lube on my dick, then pressed the tip in, the heat of his body tensing around me.

“Do it, pound me, make me your dirty boy.” He gasped and impaled himself halfway onto my dick.

“Oh, fuck.” Pleasure shuddered over me, and I dug my fingers into the sides of his hips. He was hot and oh so fucking tight. “You okay, Ryder?” That had to have hurt.

“I’m good. I uh, sometimes I like pain with my pleasure, you know?” He peeked behind himself at me, raking his teeth over his lower lip.

He was telling me this now? “Okay.” I thrust deep inside him, my lace covered balls hitting his ass. Sparks lit up over my heated skin.

With a grunt, he panted. “More, just like that.”

I jerked my hips in quick thrusts, fucking him hard and fast, gasping as I chased his internal spot. “You feel me now, dirty boy?”

“God yes. Feels good.” His voice wavered with the force of my pistoning hips. Bending over him, I tugged on his chest.

He raised up on straight arms, as if reading what I wanted in my touch.

Reaching around him, I pinched his nipples and bit his back, then sucked the bites, marking him.

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