Page 93 of Explorer's Revenge
“Way,” he whispers as I kiss down his cheek to his neck. I bite down until he cries out, covering his mouth with my other hand as I meet his wide eyes. “Shh, baby, or they’ll think I’m hurting you.” He nods, and I kiss my bite spot as I grip his pecs and squeeze before sliding my hand lower, across his incredible abs to the waistband of his pants.
“Can I?” I ask. If he says no, I’ll stop, but fuck if I don’t want to touch him more than I want to breathe.
His nod is jerky, and I slip my hand into his pants and fist his dick, feeling him for the first time. I’ve accidently seen him before, but he feels so good, so long, thick, warm, and hard. His back slaps into the wall as he whines behind my palm.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you,” I murmur as I slide him through my grip, but I need to see him. Clutching his shirt with my other hand, I drag it up and off before kissing him again. When he gasps, I kiss down his neck, biting and sucking as he thrusts into my fist.
“Way—” He stumbles over my name, and when I glance up, his eyes are wide and confused but needy.
“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” I murmur as I kiss down his abs. They clench as I lick them until his hips move again. Smirking, I let go just enough to tug hispants down, and he kicks them off so he’s naked. I just kneel and stare.
“Way?” he whispers self-consciously.
“You’re perfect, baby,” I whisper, and I roll my eyes up so he can see it in my gaze. “I never thought I’d ever be so lucky to call you mine, never mind have you. Just give me a moment so I can prove it’s real.”
His smile is shy, but he reaches for me, stroking my cheek. “It’s real. Please. I need you.”
“Not as much as I need you,” I tell him as I wrap my hand around his length, watching his precum bead on his tip. I’m not sure how far he wants to take this, but I’ll keep going and checking in. I just want him to feel comfortable and experience nothing but pleasure, so despite how badly I’m shaking with desire, I go slowly. Leaning in, I lick away the taste of him and watch his reaction. He gasps as I suck on his tip before swallowing him inch by inch. My other hand strokes his thigh before sliding up and cupping his balls, rolling them in my fingers as he jerks and fucks my mouth with unsure movements, but as I urge him on with my eyes, he gets more confident. A blush spreads down his cheeks and neck to his chest until he’s heaving above me, shoving deeper into my mouth.
“Way,” he begs, his eyes wild. “I want us . . . I want you to fuck me.”
Jesus. Popping my mouth from his cock, I rest my head against his stomach and breathe, trying to control myself. “Are you sure?” I ask as I look up at him. He nods, but I narrow my eyes. “Words, baby.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”
I surge to my feet, and he jerks back but lets me kiss him until he relaxes into me, stroking my skin. Each brush of his hesitant hand drives me wild until I thrust against his stomach, needing more.
I pull far enough away to look around. I don’t want this to hurt, but I’m not exactly prepared. Groaning, I spit on my palm and circle his cock, wishing I had more. I’ll just have to be careful. I wet his cock as much as I can before sliding my hands down his thighs and behind, then I lift him up.
His legs wrap around me, and I turn and press his back to the wall to stifle the noise of the door. I massage his plump ass. “Are you sure?” I ask. I’ll stop right now if he isn’t.
“Yes, please,” he whispers. “I’m ready.”
I search his gaze, but all I see is desire.
Nodding, I lean in and kiss him. “If it hurts or you want to stop at any point, tell me. I won’t be mad. I want you to enjoy this.”
“I will.” He slaps my shoulders. “Please.”
Grinning, I widen his legs and grab my length, rolling it across him until he moves his hips, his lips seeking mine. I kiss him as I press against his rear entrance and slowly push past the ring of muscles, and then I pull out and rock deeper, sliding in slowly, inch by inch. He whimpers into my mouth, digging his nails into my shoulders, but he doesn’t stop me. He kisses me harder, so I keep going until I’m buried all the way inside him. Breaking the kiss, I press my forehead to his, letting him adjust to my size. “That’s it, baby, just relax. You’re doing so well. It will feel amazing when I start to move. Trust me.”
“I do,” he whispers, and he pushes down experimentally. I let him until he looks at me for help. The slight pain and shyness in his eyes are gone, replaced by a feral need that matches my own. Kissing him, I pull out and slowly push back in, working him up as I slide my hand between our bodies and circle his length, letting him fuck my hand as I take his ass.
He’s so fucking tight around me and so goddamn perfect that I have to hold back my pleasure, but soon, he’s demanding more, and I can’t restrain myself any longer.
“Faster,” he begs, his dark eyes pinning me in place. “Harder, Way, fuck, please.”
I can’t deny him anything.
I slam into him, and he cries out loudly.
Covering his mouth with my hand, I drive into his perfect ass, pounding into the wall with our rapid movements.
“Eyes on me,” I order as he goes to shut them. I need him to see I’m the one who is touching him. I need him to associate pleasure with me rather than everything that happened before.
His eyes open and lock on me as I claim him. Our lips come together, silencing our noises of pleasure, our bodies slapping loudly. Pleasure spirals through me, burning like acid down my spine as my balls draw up, but I hold it back. I need to feel him come first, need him to enjoy this more than anything else.
We find a perfect rhythm, both of us desperate as we touch each other all over, unable to get enough. His head falls back, his eyes wild. “Way, I can’t.”
