Page 37 of Hot Doggin'
“Yeah, I wish.”
Stiles chuckles. He likes that answer. I know he’s been questioning everything lately, and for once, I have no idea what he’s thinking. I hate it.
“You know, just like this, it’s okay. It’s only gay if you stick it in me.”
“Bullshit.” He half growls, half laughs.
“No, really, I swear.” Total bullshit, but I’d say anything to get him to continue.
“Is it gay if I take it out of my pants?”
“Your cock? No, that doesn’t count either.”
Stiles chuckles and whips it out. I can’t see it, but I feel it, pushing more insistently now, making the thin fabric of my boxers bunch in my crease.
“Shit, these are my new good pants. I don’t want your jizz all over them.” I wiggle them down my hips.
He makes an appreciative sound, and I imagine he’s checking out my ass. He drags his cockhead through my cheeks and groans. “Are you sure? This feels really gay.”
“Yeah,” I moan, feeling hot all over. “I mean, no! I swear it’s not. Only if you put it in me.” Shit, what if that keeps him from shoving inside me? Why’d I say that?
Stiles moves over me, slowly thrusting through my crease. Every time he rubs over my hole, everything in me tightens and releases, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from screaming, ‘Put it in!’
“You know, I think they call this hotdogging.”
It distracts me and we both laugh. “No wonder I love it.”
His breathing kicks up, coming out harsher as he gets worked up. Warm lips and soft whiskers touch my neck.
Yeah, my neck is definitely my hot zone.
“You don’t mind if I… finish?” he asks in a breathy sex voice that I’ve never heard from him before. I wonder if I could get him to read that entire magazine to me in that tone.
“Not at all.”
“Get your hand underneath you and do it with me.”
Fuck, yes. Now we’re getting somewhere.
I lift my ass enough to slide my hand beneath me and fist my cock. It’s kinda squished, but it just adds more friction. Each time he thrusts between my cheeks, I push into my hand and squeeze. The wave of heat building in my gut grows more intense when he really gets into it. His grunts sound animalistic and his hot breath on my neck indicates how close he is.
He’s losing control. With me.Becauseof me.
I’ve never felt such power. Not holding a rifle or driving a humvee. Not shooting at the enemy or dodging their fire. Not even when they awarded me a medal for bravery and pinned it to my chest.
This power feels different. Immeasurable. They could bottle this shit and use it to power third-world countries.
The wave of heat moves through me, and I clench my ass to keep from coming. But it’s too much for Stiles.
“Shit, do that again.” I clench my ass and he groans. “C-Coming,” he breathes harshly. His release floods my crease. The warmth is proof of his desire for me, and I lose my shit.
“Coming,” I grunt, fucking into my fist one last time before spilling my load. It seeps between my knuckles, most likely soaking into the carpet, but fuck if I care. Stiles just made me come. Hard. Harder than I probably ever have. What’s it gonna feel like when he fucks me for real?
Shit, I can’t even imagine.
“You good?” he rumbles in my ear, still crushing me under his massive weight.
“Yeah, I’m good. Fucking perfect.”
