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“On the bed,” I barked trying to cover up my insecurity.
I didn’t wait for him to move. I tossed him down, flipped him over, and pulled his ass into the air, all in one move. Then I shucked my pants with lighting speed and kicked them aside.
My eyes raked over the smooth skin of his ass and up over the rigid muscles on his back. He turned his head and looked at me.
“In the nightstand,” he said as his arm flew out and he pointed.
I opened the top drawers and snatched up a condom and the bottle of lube that was right there on top.
“It’s been a while for me Ky,” he said as he reached for the lube after I tossed it on the bed. “Go easy.”
I heard his warning but somehow it didn’t register beyond my ears. I was riding some sort of strange, aggressive, needy high and I didn’t think that I had nice and gentle in me right then.
“I don’t think I can hold back, Chris. You should prepare yourself because I’m taking you, and I want you to feel me for days.”
I tore open the condom and slid it down my hard and throbbing shaft. Chris popped the top on the lube and I watched as he coated his fingers of one hand. Then before I could question anything, his shoulders pressed down onto the bed and his hand slid between his legs. I watched as he started to work his tight hole, his middle finger sliding in and out making it become glossy.
I licked my dry lips and my breath caught as he added another finger, working them in and out, stretching himself for me. His desperate moan rang in my ears. Without thinking, I grabbed up the lube and coated my fingers just like I’d watched him do. Then I was adding my own in the mix.
“Shit, Ky, fuck,” he panted out and I kept going, our rhythm united and smooth as our fingers worked his hole together.
“I need to be inside you now, Chris,” I ground out.
“Yes. Please,” he begged as our fingers slipped free.
I gripped his hips, lined myself up, and pushed in as slowly as I could manage. There were a few grunts and whimpers and I wasn’t sure which one of us it came from.
“Don’t stop, Ky.”
My hips bumped up against his ass and I froze. Fucking froze. It all came crashing down on me at once. I was fucking a guy. Well, I was currentlyalmostfucking a guy, I guess. My dick was not only hard for him, but buried deep inside of him as well. And I had no idea what I was doing. I was maybe a little more freaked out about that last part, because I really wanted to make it good for him.
“Kynaston,” Chris called out causing my eyes to snap away from the place where we were connected to his eyes. “You’ve done anal before, right?”
It was like he could read my mind. Sometimes I fucking hated it, you know, in the way that meant I really loved it. But I wasn’t sure how I felt about it right then.
“Yeah,” I said in a croaked, rough voice. “I mean, with a chick, yes.”
I could have sworn he chuckled.
“Then you know what you’re doing,” he said like it was that simple.
Okay, alright, maybe it was. Yeah, sure. I talked myself into thinking that I got this.
His forehead dropped back onto the bed as I began to move my hips back and forth. Damn, he felt so good. Before I knew it, I was pounding into him harder and harder, his moans of pleasure spurring me on.
I could feel my balls tingling before I was ready. I bit my lip, trying to hold back. My eyes shot to the back of his head and I suddenly hated this position. Only I wasn’t really sure how it could be done any other way. I needed to see his face, more specifically, his eyes.
I looked up, noticing the huge bathroom mirror through the open doorway right in front of us. Fucking perfect. I gripped the short hair at the crown of his head, pulling it back and causing him to raise up on his arms.
“Look at me,” I growled as I slammed into him. His eyes shot open and met mine in the reflection. “Fuck!”
This moment was too raw, too intense, but I couldn’t turn away. I didn’t want to. He clenched around me and I couldn’t take much more.
“Wrap your hand around your cock, Chris. Make yourself come for me.”
His hand moved without hesitation. His back bowed and I could see him gripping himself in the mirror.
“Fuck, that is so hot,” I rasped out as he jerked himself faster. “That’s it. Say my name when you come.”
