Page 69 of Love Me Like It's Real
Hayworth bites my lower lip and slaps his dick against mine with a hungry groan. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he growls.
I kiss him again and put my hand in my back pocket. I retrieve the condom I’ve slipped in there just in case and when I pull back from the kiss I put it in front of his face.
He snatches it out of my hands, bites the foil with his teeth and rips it open before I yank it away from him and put it on him.
Our moves are so erratic, so desperate we’re panting harder than we did after half an hour of smashing shit in the bus, but now I know that was the prelude. That was the shot of adrenaline and this…this is the whole damn show.
Once the condom is on I rub his head against my dick, slide him between my legs and tease him by pressing him against my bonus hole.
“I want you to fuck my front hole, then fuck my back hole then come all over my face. Think you can swing that?” Even I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s so low, so desperate and needy it feels like a whole new person.
A person I absolutely love.
“You are going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” He growls and I reply by allowing him to push inside me and we both gasp on impact. “Fuck!” He lets out a cry, but I drown it with my mouth.
He puts both hands under my ass and lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his hips, allowing more of his length deeper. He’s so large it steals my breath away and it’s several moments before I’m able to think again let alone inhale and exhale like a normal person.
My body is engulfed by flames and I can’t think nor act straight so I leave it up to him to claim my body, to fuck me into oblivion and help me reach the dirty salvation I’ve been starved of my entire life.
He turns us around, pushing me against the bus and with the extra support he’s able to jerk in and out of me with more ease.
“You’re so tight, baby. I don’t know if I can last,” he whispers in my ear, sending goose bumps down my side and back.
“I…I’ll…I’ll allow it, but you still have to keep your promise and fuck every hole in my body.”
He growls and bites the side of my neck. A moan escapes me that’s so loud, it echoes across the empty field.
“You’re going to be my undoing, aren’t you?” he pants and takes a moment to look me in the eyes.
I don’t answer him. I simply trap his bottom lip between my teeth and keep his gaze on me as he pushes inside me. I feel every thrust, every inch, every breath. Every sensation within me is numb from the overwhelming feelings inside and around me and yet I manage to keep on task and keep his eyes pinned to me.
He stares at me as if there’s nobody else. Like we’re the only two people on Earth. As if I’m his whole world and I’ll be damned if a boy can’t get drunk on that feeling alone.
I free a hand from around his neck and slide it down between us. I trap my cock between my fingers and rub myself as he fucks me without a sign of slowing down. And when my moans build to a crescendo I can’t tame, he takes over, fucking me with his cock and fucking me with his hand until my desire bursts like a bubble and it sends me flying high above.
My eyes roll back and my breath becomes ragged and coarse but he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to ever stop doing what he’s doing to me.
He watches me with a fire in his gaze that threatens to light me up all over again but before it does, his jaw drops, his eyes flutter and his body twinges and he fills me right up.
I match him moan for moan, gasp for gasp until his body sags and his hold on me softens.
“Damn condoms,” I whisper when my feet are firmly on the ground again.
“Damn condoms indeed.” He rests his head on my shoulder and takes deep, long breaths trying to compose himself again.
“I’ve never smoked but I feel like I need a cigarette,” I say and he laughs.
“I can do you one better,” he says and it’s not long before we’re sitting in his car with the windows down sharing a joint between us.
“Gosh. I haven’t done this since college.”
“Be serious,” he says and stares at me.
“What? I was a good boy.”
“Really? Because you’re most definitelynota good boy.”
“I know,” I say. “I feel so slutty since I met you.”
