Page 114 of Knockin' Boats
“Watch it,” I ordered.
He looked back at the porn video as I sank the tip of my finger into his tight hole, and the sound he made was damn near enough to make me come right then.
I worked my finger in and out, continuing to lick around his rim as I did.
“I can’t take this,” Sawyer said.
I hesitated. Did he want me to stop? My own aching cock cried out a protest.
But then Sawyer wrapped his hand around his dick and started jerking. “They’re fucking now. His hole is stretching so fucking wide.”
“You got any lube?”
He froze.
“It’ll make this feel better.”
Sawyer waved a hand toward the table to my left, and I pulled open a drawer and found the lube bottle. I uncapped it, slicked up my fingers, and tossed it aside.
I’d kinda interrupted the moment, so I leaned in and kissed Sawyer, wet and filthy, until he was moaning into my mouth. Then I moved back down so he could watch the video, where the ginger was taking a pounding.
I pushed in two fingers now that they were slick, spreading Sawyer’s hole wider. Giving him the vicarious thrill of imagining himself as the one full of dick.
He cried out. “Fuck, Ash!”
When I glanced up, his eyes were locked on me again instead of the video.
“You can take it, can’t you?”
“Y-yes,” he stuttered as I crooked a finger and rubbed his prostate. “God.”
“Damn right, you can.”
I sped up, pumping my fingers in and out of his hole, his moans and groans telling me that he loved it. His hips rocked, meeting each thrust. Taking my fingers deeper and harder.
I wanted to plunge my dick into him, but I resisted.
This wasn’t how we should fuck the first time. Not caught up in the heat of a porn. This was just exploration. Sawyer needed to decide when he wasn’t out of his mind with lust whether he wanted that.
I leaned forward, swiping my tongue over the tip of his cock as it emerged from his stroking fist.
He arched, white streams erupting as he shuddered hard. His cum shot across his abs, then poured down the side of his cock, and made a mess of his pubes.
I eased my fingers free of him and sat back to yank my shorts down.
The porn was nothing more than an erotic soundtrack to the wrecked vision before me.
Sawyer West, trembling and messy, after I fucked his hole open with my fingers.
I flattened myself over him, taking his mouth in another dirty kiss as I pumped my cock against his messy abs. I imagined fucking him for real like this, pinning his body beneath mine and listening to his cries as he took it.
And tipped into bliss, every nerve lighting up as I emptied onto Sawyer’s body.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as our breathing calmed.
“So, being friends again is fun,” I joked.
“Not sure this is what friends are supposed to do.”
