Page 67 of Kiss-Fist
My cock slaps my abdomen, and he grabs onto it, rubbing it roughly as he maneuvers out of his own pants with his free hand. It’s pretty impressive, actually. I have no idea how he manages it. But then he’s naked above me, sighing in relief, putting both our cocks together to stroke them in tandem.
It works me up hard, seeing us together like this, but it doesn’t last long. He’s on a mission, and I’m in the way.
With one last long stroke, he pulls off my cock and rolls off my body, only to return with a condom and lube. No, make that several condoms.
Oh shit.
Fuckyes.
He puts a packet between his teeth and rips it open, rolling it onto my dick, making it jump at his touch. He stares down at me and then rips open another, pulling it on himself.
‘I fuck you. You fuck me.’
And then he grabs onto my hand and squirts lube onto my fingers, bringing them to his ass as he does the same to me. Neither of us hesitates. We just push inside, knuckle deep, the two of us gasping as we scissor each other open. Our lips meet in the process, swallowing our moans as we add two fingers and then three. He feels good, tight. I know I’m the same. It’s been so long since I’ve bottomed, but fuck, the thought of Robbie sticking his cock inside of me?
I can’t wait.
He pulls out of me abruptly, moving to straddle my thighs. Lube trickles down my covered cock, and he moves the bottle to his own hard length, wetting it as well. And then he’s slotting my dick at his hole. And sinking down. Taking all of me.
It’s not even slow. It’s a slap of skin and sweat.
I buck up in shock. There’s not even resistance. I move right past that ring of muscle, which is currently strangling my cock, and sink deep inside. My hands move to grip his hips as he throws his head back, his nipples puckered, his throat bobbing.
He’s fully impaled on me now, grinding his hips forward and back as he settles against me. And then he starts to move. A slow pull up and then a steady slam down, over and over until my eyes are closing from sheer pleasure, from the need to hold back the urge to erupt. To come in his ass. To mark him as mine. But before I can, he’s pulling off me and scrambling down, pushing my thighs wide, exposing me to him. I’m breathless and completely confused.
Then his eyes meet mine, and he reverently touches my rim. He hums his approval before slotting his cock at my hole, and then he shifts forward, taking me slowly.
Gently.
Not wanting to hurt me.
Thank fuck for that because it’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and I’m out of practice. My jaw tightens, my nostrils flaring. He’s watching me, his hand stroking my chest as he continues to push in.
Ohgod. Ohfuck. My rim contracts, and I gasp as he slotshimself the rest of the way inside. Fully seated. He lets out a long breath and asks me if I’m okay.
I can only nod, flexing around the hard length inside of me.
‘You feel good,’ he tells me and then moans when I contract again. He likes that. Fuck. Me. I like it too.
‘More.’ My hands are shaking as I sign that, begging for it.
He groans and then pulls out gently before pushing back in. It’s soft at first, letting me get the hang of it, of being split wide open by his dick. But the sensation is almost too much. Slow is torture. I want it harder now. Faster. I grip him with my hands and pull him into me, arching up to meet his thrusts. Our skin slaps, his little moans driving me crazy.
I’m so close, and he must be too. I can tell by the jump of his pulse and the way his gasps are growing more desperate.
But before either of us can come, he pulls out of me, my hole gaping and open as he shifts up my body and takes my cock in his ass once more.
I cry out, the sensation too much, too overwhelming. He rides me rough and hard for long, drawn-out minutes before sliding off and fucking my ass again.
I’m a mess now, my eyes opening and closing as I try to hold on for as long as possible, but it’s an assault on the senses, the way my cock is drooling, the way I’m unable to even tell which way is up or which way is down.
In and out.
Out and in.
Ohgod.
I’m holding on for dear life, his tongue thrusting into mymouth as he rides me once more. And I know I’m close. The taste of him, the feel, it’s dragging me right over the edge.
