Page 55 of A Much Younger Man
“Yes,” he cried. “Do it. Fuck me.”
“Oh, I plan to. Relax for me, baby.” Slipping one lubed finger inside him took time and patience. Then he begged for a second and a third. I stuffed him so full of my fingers he tipped his head back and precum leaked in sweet, silvery strings from the tip of his cock to his stomach. When I deliberately slid across his sweet spot, his whole body tightened with shock. I couldn’t wait to feel him around me. Removing my fingers, I lined up my cock at his softened hole.
“Is this still okay?”
“Oh my God. Now, please. I want to come on your cock, Lindy. Please. Now. Now.”
Lifting my gaze, I made sure our eyes locked before I started to push in. His eyes fluttered shut.
“No you don’t. Look at me. Let me have those beautiful eyes, Beck. Let me see what you feel right now. I’ve been dreaming of this.”
“It’s”—his Adam’s apple bobbed—“so much.”
“Too much?” I slid out an inch before nudging back inside him.
“No!” he grunted. “Keep going. Want to feel you.”
“You’ll feel me.”
“Want to feel you…next week.” He lifted his head to brush his lips over mine, and it changed the angle of our bodies.
“God, Beck.” I slid all the way home. “God.”
“Just Beck.”
“Another fucking clown chicken.”
He lifted his hips. “Ah, Jesus.”
“Your body’s sosweet.” I kissed every part of him I could.
“More.” He lifted his hips to meet my every thrust. Beguiling. Demanding. “More, Lindy. Harder.”
Lifting his legs over my shoulders, I spread him wide and pushed back into him.
“Yes. Oh, Lindy,yes.” The smile I found so charming played over his lips as we raced to the finish line. He gasped each breath between thrusts. His hands slid up and down my sides, his fingers squeezed my hips with bruising pressure. “Yes, that’s it. There, there.”
He went over slowly, awkwardly, like a log on the brink of a waterfall. He froze and clenched and then arched and let go. Semen burst from his cock, painting his chest and belly with creamy white strings of cum.
I gripped his shoulders, and within three deep strokes I melted into him, the pressure of release so powerful that I saw black spots in my vision for several seconds while I held Beck immobile. My orgasm went on and on until I felt empty and spent and almost too tired to slip out of him carefully. I grabbed a tissue and wrapped the condom inside it then tucked him close.
“You’re amazing.” I kissed his cheek.
“No, you are.” He let out a shuddering sigh.
Pshaw.“I’ll get a damp towel as soon as my heart stops racing.”
His lips moved against my neck, but I didn’t hear his words.
“Hm?”
“Thank you.” I pulled back and looked down. His eyes glistened in the faint light. “Thank you. That was…so nice. You were so nice, and—”
“Shh.” Discomfort with compliments lit a fire under me. I got a damp cloth and came back to find him staring at the ceiling.
He grinned.“Wow.”
“Wow?” I teased. “Is that like five stars, I’d orgasm here again?”
