Page 65 of Totally Played
I sweep the toy side to side gently under my cock as I push further until it’s too much in the way and then I toss it to the bed, grab him by the hips and sink all the way in. His perfect heat wraps around me, my cock throbbing as my balls pull up tight.
No, no, no, hold off. You have to hold off. This has to be perfect,I think, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing slowly as I start to pull out again.
“How is this?” I ask, and he hums in reply. This man is so goddamned perfect. His honey-kissed skin glistening as I sweep one hand down over the muscles of his back. I’ve thought about this so many times. About my cock surrounded by his tight ass, squeezing me until I burst. Only I can’t come yet. This has to be amazing for him, and amazing isn’t anything that’s over in thirty seconds.
“Wow, this is unreal. Keep going,” he moans, and a hot flush spreads over my body. Dizzy in the pleasure of his ass clenching tight around me. I move out and in, in a slow rhythm, until he lifts his hands up to grip the bedhead, and I hit that perfect spot.
“Oh, god, what was that?” he asks in a shuddered breath.
“Your prostate,” I reply, and he grips the bedhead tighter.
“Do it again.”
“For you. Anything.”
I grip his hips tight and pull out just a couple of inches and then thrust in deep, pegging that perfect spot again. It elicits the same response spurring me on. I start to move faster, pushing in deeper, harder, until I’m fucking him as fast and hard as I can,his groans breathy and ragged with each thrust, my balls are so tight they ache. Calvin is so fucking glorious, I can hardly believe I haven’t gone off already.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans as he clenches tighter around me, his fingers digging into the bedhead, head arched back, eyes closed and mouth open. If there was ever a more perfect sight, I haven’t seen it. “Oh god, yeah,” he moans and reaches down with one hand to grab his cock. “Oh yeah, so good.”
“I… I can’t hold out much longer.”
“Then don’t. I’m so close. Come with me.”
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my cock pulsing as I come, and I fuck him hard and fast until he’s spilling over onto the mattress totally spent.
“That was incredible,” I say, slipping free and rolling the condom off, tying it and tossing it beside the bed to deal with later. I just want to lie here and bask in the post-orgasmic glow.
He moves onto his side, his chest heaving up and down with every ragged breath.
“That was unlike anything…I’ve ever experienced… Is it always that good?” he asks, rolling onto his back as I lie beside him. I sweep the pads of my fingers over his chest, tracing the muscles as we both catch our breath.
“Nothing I’ve ever experienced was as good as that just was.”
His cheeks flush a brighter pink.
“Really?”
I kiss his pec and sweep my tongue over his hard nipple.
“Absolutely.” I’m being totally honest, too. I’ve never been so connected with anyone in or out of the bedroom. Everything about this is stronger, better, so intensely perfect.
“How long until you think you’ll be ready for me to fuck you like that?” he asks, and I kiss him once, soft and quick.
“How about I grab us a couple of Vitamin Waters to refuel and we find out?”
***
When I wake, Calvin is gone, and in his place is a note:“Had to get to the field to meet the team before our flight. Thanks for last night.”
Thanks for last night. The last time someone left me a note like that, I was being blown off. That’s not what this is, right?
I grab my phone and shoot him a text.
ASH: It was my pleasure. When can we meet up again?
The three dots appear and then disappear three times before his reply comes through.
CALVIN: We fly out to New York in an hour, and then we’ll be off to Buffalo and then Ohio. When are you leaving for your work trip?
