Page 55 of Stick By Me

Good God, if my dick was in there it would feel so damn good. I curled my finger just so, finding his prostate, and rubbed. I wanted to be sure he liked this. Then maybe?—

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His body shuddered and his back and ass broke out in goosebumps. “Do that more.”

I pumped my finger inside him while jerking his leaking dick. My balls ached and I pressed my dick on his ass cheek. If we kept this up, I’d be coming on his ass. “Should I add another finger?”

“Y-yes, do it.” He hissed and moaned.

Sliding another finger inside him, I quickened the pace.

“Holy fuck, stop. Gonna come. Stop.” He threw himself forward on the bed, then flipped himself onto his back, his dick red and swollen, precum dribbling onto his stomach. “Fuck yourself on me.”

“You are full of surprises tonight, Leo.” With a coy grin, Ipulled my dildo out of the drawer and handed it to him. “You want to prep me?”

“No, I want to watch you.” He stroked himself a few times, then squeezed the head of his dick. “Shit, can’t even touch myself or I’ll go off.” He rolled to his side and propped onto his elbow, then set his cheek in his palm.

As I crept onto the bed, I slicked the toy with lube and lay on my back, then lifted my knees. “Kiss me while I do this.” I needed some connection after all we’d done.

“Gladly.” He leaned over me and fused his mouth with mine, slanting his lips and gliding his tongue inside my mouth.

I slowly worked the toy into my hole and hit my pleasure spot. A shudder of sensation rolled through my body, lifting my cock off my stomach. I gasped against Leo’s mouth.

He snuck his hand down my stomach, then cupped my balls, rolling them in his fingers. “How does that feel?”

“Fucking good. Everything feels amazing.” It always did with him. Like our bodies were made for each other. Stroking my insides with the dildo, bursts of pleasure shot through me and my hole relaxed. “Ready.” I slipped the toy out of me.

“Grab me a condom?” He turned to his back.

I did as he asked, ripped the wrapper open with my teeth, then rolled it over him. As I straddled him with my knees on each side of his hips, I looked down on him, his dark, gorgeous eyes surrounded by even darker hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Leo.”

Grabbing my hips, he said, “So are you, Archer.” He brushed his fingers down my arm with the sleeve of tattoos. “You’re fucking hot as hell, too.” He gave me a quick grin. “Now, let’s do this.”

With a soft chuckle, I fisted the base of his dick and nudged his thick cock against my hole. Desire swarmed inside me. Holy hell, I wanted him. As I slid down over him, I kept my gaze on his.

His brows tensed and his mouth dropped open, a throaty groan escaping. “Holy shit, you feel good.”

I gave him a quick nod as my insides burned and stretched. I bent over him on straight arms, my balls resting at the base of his cock. “So do you.” Lifting up for a beat, I came down on him, his dick filling me up. I adjusted my hips just so and did it again, his cock nailing my prostate. “Fuck, oh fuck.” With my body trembling, I fucked myself on his solid dick, rising and falling, over and over again, my cock bobbing.

With sharp moans, he gripped tightly to my hips, digging his fingers in, and thrust in time with me. “That’s it, Archer. You’re so tight for me, so fucking sexy riding my cock.” He left one hip to wrap his hand around my shaft and pumped it. “Come for me.”

As pleasure spiraled up my spine, my cock grew sensitive, and a shock of heat lit up inside me. “Oh God, coming. Coming so hard for you.” My dick pulsed and spurted cum onto his chest and over his fingers.

He thrust hard below me, then held it, his face tensing. “Fuck, coming.” As he milked me to the end, he pulled out, then thrust a few more times and relaxed below me. “Jesus Archer. You’re incredible.”

“Yeah?” I slipped him out of me, then dropped down over his chest, my legs spread on either side of him, my cum warm and sticky between us. “I’m so happy you’re open to exploring with me.” I circled my fingers around his nipple and nuzzled my face in his neck, taking in his musky scent.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head. “You bring things out in me I never knew were there.” He held me tighter. “You’re doing things to me, Archer.”

“Things? Like what things?” My heart bloomed with warmth. When we were alone together, everything was so easy.

“Like, all night you made me want to try this, having a boyfriend.” He shifted his head, his wide gaze meeting mine. “Could we? Be boyfriends?”

Parting my lips, I stared at him a moment, my heart thundering in my ears. “Uh, yes, I want to be your boyfriend.” Why wouldn’t I? His family was lovely, and I knew when he was ready, they’d be accepting of us.

“I think I might go out of my mind if you dated someone else at this point.” He eyed me.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I haven’t even thought about anyone but you since the day we met at the rescue.” I skimmed my hand up and down his arm, watching the hairs rise. I never even had a chance to just be friends with him. We were never destined to be friends.

“So…” He crept the edge of his lip up. “Did you douse me with water on purpose, so I’d have to take off my shirt?”

---