Page 85 of Bad Boy
I stroke his back while I press feather-light kisses down his spine. I curve my fingers, lightly grazing the spot I’ve been avoiding.
“Ungh!Oh, God! There!” he yells. And I’m so glad we don’t have to worry about his parents hearing us.
“Do you want to come again? Before I fuck you?” I grit out, ready to get my dick inside him. It’ll be a tight fit, but I think he’s ready now, judging by the sight before me.
“No. I want your cock in me. Now.” He’s practically slamming himself against all three of my fingers, so I slip them out.
He whimpers my name.
“I know. I know,” I murmur, squirting even more lube into my hand to stroke myself first.
I press my tip to him and rub in slow, teasing circles. I taunt him with the soft, silky glide of my cockhead down his crease and over his hole, driving him wild with need.
I push forward slightly, finally giving him what he wants, but there’s resistance. I pull away, unwilling to hurt him even a little. I switch back to my fingers, scissoring them this time, pushing the limits of his body.
“Relax for me, baby.” I rub up and down his spine, worshiping his soft skin and every single freckle adorning it.
He’s groaning and whining and making all kinds of sexy little unintelligible noises while I try to get him ready to take my cock.
“Shh. That’s it.” I pull my fingers free and continue to whisper reassurances, squirting even more lube directly onto his gaping hole. I line my cock back up, pressing forward ever so slowly. My crown starts to ease in. He’s squeezing me so fucking tight it almost hurts.
“Just a little more.” My breath is a ragged, desperate thing.
“I can’t do it. It’s too big,” he whines.
“You can. It’s almost in. Just bear down.” I stroke his hip, and he pushes against me until I slip past the tight ring of muscle. He cries out, swallowing me into his body.
I pause, continuing to rub his side tenderly. “You okay?” I breathe out.
“Y-yes.Oh, God.Give me more,” he begs.
I close my eyes and let my dick fill him, fully sinking into him. His breath hitches, his body gripping me. All of me.
Holy fucking hell.
He’s the tightest thing I’ve ever felt. Squeezing my cock like a vise. Nothing can compare.Fucking nothing.
“Still okay?” I murmur before I start moving.
I know I’m big, and my dick isallthe way inside him right now. My brain almost can’t compute that I’m actually in there.In his ass.
My boyfriend’s ass.
He turns his head to peer at me over his shoulder, eyes half-mast. “Fuck me,” he rasps, in a needy demand that has my balls drawing up and my cock pulsing deep.
I can’t express the feelings raging through my body and mind as my hips pull back until just the tip is in. His mismatched gaze bores into me as I surge forward, giving him my entire length in one solid thrust. His mouth drops open, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His forehead falls to the bed, and the rest of what he moans and shouts is an inarticulate mess.
But it’s the sexiest thing to see him so untamed, so carefree.
“Oh fuck, Preppy. You're a sight to behold right now.” I grit my teeth and close my eyes for a second, trying not to come from the erotic sight in front of me and the enthusiastic groans pouring nonstop from Lincoln’s lips.
I reach my arm around his hip to grasp his cock with one hand, stroking him in time with my thrusts. My other hand roams across his stomach, and his lean abs ripple under my touch.
“Ohhh. Remi. Fuuck! Fuck me harder!”
I curl around his back, relentlessly pounding into his ass, and bite his ear. “Told you I’d make you say fuck while I fuck you,” I growl, eliciting more whimpers from him.
I band my arm across his torso and pull him up so we’re both on our knees, his back to my chest. I thrust harder, finding that perfect angle, making his whole body jerk.
