Page 94 of Oz
“Are you sure?” he asks hoarsely. “I won’t hurt you.”
I nod, struggling to find words as all the blood has left my brain and is currently filling my throbbing cock. “Yes. I want to feel this tomorrow. I want to remember it.”
He grabs a condom from the shelf and starts to open it. I open my mouth and hesitate, and he stops what he’s doing, looking at me intently. “What?”
I shake my head. “I wondered whether seeing as we’ve admitted that we’re together properly now–”
“Wondered what?”
“Whether we’d be seeing anyone else as well?”
His face darkens. “Well, I’m certainly fucking not,” he says sharply. He opens his mouth to say more but I put my fingers over his mouth, feeling the soft, swollen lips.
“Neither will I,” I promise. “I’ve no interest in that.” I hesitate. “I just wondered whether we needed a condom now?”
He stares at me and his eyes seem to spark a golden green with emotion. “You’d want me bare inside you? You want my come?”
I groan and, twisting sideways, send my fingers through his wet chest hair. “God yes,” I mutter. “I want that so bad.”
He gives a shudder that seems to move down his body like a powerful wave. “I’m close at just the thought.” He looks up. “I’m clear of everything. I was tested last month, and I’ve only been with you since we started.” He swallows and his eyes go soft. “I’ll only be with you until the finish.”
I nod, incapable of words. He is, after all, the one that does that best. “I’m clear too.” I reach down and fist his cock before widening my stance and bending forwards I bring the tip to my hole. “Please,” I beg, pushing back so that the head pops in.
“Oh God,” he chokes out, and I feel his hands come down on my arse. “It’s so fucking hot, Ozzy.”
I fold my arms on the tiled shelf and rest my head on them, backing into him. “Now,” I cry out and he grunts and suddenly he’s sliding inside me fully, the pinch and burn caused by his girth making me cry out.
He stills immediately and wraps his arms around my chest, bringing me back against him. “You okay?” he asks, and I can tell how much effort it’s taking for him to keep still as he’s practically vibrating.
I breathe out and nod. “Yes. God, yes. I love it. Fuck me.”
He inhales a sharp breath and then he starts to move, pulling his hips back before screwing into me, the length of his cock hot and hard as a pipe inside me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, and I feel him nod, his face twisting into my back and sending shivers down my spine.
“I won’t last long,” he says, the words an impassioned mutter. “You’re so fucking hot and tight in there. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
He grabs my hips and I know and love the fact that he’s leaving bruises I’ll find the next morning, like a handwritten map painting his travels across my body. “We’re never using condoms again,” he gasps, and I chuckle. He moans as he feels the vibrations through his cock and slaps my bum lightly. “Don’t do that,” he gasps. “Or this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
I back up and start to fuck myself on his cock. “It’s so fucking good,” I whisper. Talk stops and all I can hear in the wet, steamy air are our panting breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh.
He takes control and holding my hair in one hand, he grabs my hip with the other and starts to ram into me, fucking himself in with hard, urgent shoves that make my toes curl.
“Oh shit,” I gasp and reach one hand down to grab my cock and start a wet, heated slide. The action sends sparks into my balls and I feel them draw up. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he gasps, and I feel his hand move and one long finger tracing my pucker. “You’re stuffed so full of me,” he whispers fiercely. “All red and swollen around me. You’re going to come any second, and when you do I’m going to fill you up with my spunk and watch it slip out of you and down your fucking legs.”
“Fuck,” I scream and the pressure bursts and come shoots out of my cock, painting the tiles with creamy glistening ropes.
“Yes,” he shouts out and gives two more battering thrusts before grunting. “So good,” he moans. I feel the hot liquid inside me for the first time in my life, and he shudders like he’s been tasered.
We ride out the aftershocks, clutching at each other, and I moan complainingly as he pulls slowly out of me. “No. Don’t go.”
“I have to,” he says hoarsely. “I need to see.” I turn my head to see him kneeling at my arse. He opens my cheeks and groans. “Fuck, that’s so hot. My come’s sliding out of you.”
“I can feel it,” I whisper and then jerk and give a shout as he pushes his face in and I feel him start to lick and suck. “Silas,” I groan. The feeling is almost overwhelming and just this pleasurable side of painful as he licks the stretched, swollen opening and sends his tongue in to get more. Incredibly I feel my cock stir.
“Silas,” I whisper and start to slide my hand down my cock that’s still slick with my spunk. I push back against his face demandingly and hear the slick sounds as his hand moves on his own cock. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
