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I dive right in, licking a stripe over his hole. His whole body jolts at the contact, hips rocking forward instinctively before he forces himself back into position. I hold him open with both hands and eat him out with purpose. Slow at first, then faster, deeper, until I’m devouring him. His thighs start to tremble, and his groans get louder and filthier.
“Fuuuck,” he cries out, pressing into the window. “Oh my god.”
I grin into him, spitting once and going right back to it, watching his back arch as I circle his hole and then press my tongue inside. The way he writhes under me is everything.
He gasps again, breath stuttering. “More… Fingers. I need—please.”
I pull back just enough to speak, my voice thick with heat. “Your hole that desperate to be filled?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whines, looking over his shoulder with dazed, glassy eyes. “Please.”
“Where’s the lube, baby?” There’s no chance I would’ve shown up tonight without bringing a bottle of my own, but since he came prepared, I want to use his.
“Front pocket of my bag,” he pants.
“Good,” I growl, giving his ass a slap before standing. “Stay just like that.”
At his bag, I unzip the front pocket, and the lube is the only thing inside. My good little planner. I grin, palming itbefore stripping off the last of my clothes. Now the only piece left between us is Caleb’s tie that’s hanging down his back, loosened slightly and ready to be pulled.
Before I return to him, I quickly duck into the bathroom and twist the oversized tub’s faucet on, letting the water slowly drip out in preparation for after, as he stands there with his ass out waiting for me to touch him. It might overflow, but hopefully not with how slow I turned the drip on with the size of the tub. And it’s more important to me that he feels taken care of after.
I make my way back to him, coming up from behind, coating my fingers in lube, and running them slowly over his hole. He shudders beneath my touch, already worked up from being empty. I press in with my pointer finger, and his body opens around it instantly, greedily, pushing back like he can’t wait another second. His untouched cock is straining hard between his legs.
He takes one hand off the window and moves like he’s going to grab it, but I yank his tie, stopping him. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
He lets out a sharp breath. “No.”
“Then don’t.”
“But I—” He cuts off with a moan when I twist my finger, loosening him further. “Need more… just fuck me, pleaseee.”
God, he sounds so beautiful and desperate andminewhen he begs for my cock like that.
I slide in a second finger, working him open. I release my grip on his tie to reach for the lube again, slicking my cock up the best I can while he begs against the glass. His body is so responsive as his hips press back to meet every movement.
Before I pull my fingers out, I grab his tie again, windingthe silk tight around my fist and yanking gently so his head tilts back.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” I murmur into his ear, voice gravel and heat. “Okay, baby?”
He nods hard, panting. “Yes. Yes, please… Do it.”
“Hands on the window,” I command, mouth next to his ear. “And don’t move them. Let everyone see how fucking pretty you are when you’re getting split open on my cock.”
He lets out a soft, broken whimper, but I want him even louder.
I push into him in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. His gasp echoes against the glass like he can finally breathe again as his back arches deeper, his perfect body welcoming me in like he was made for this.
“Fuck,” I groan, one hand clamped tight around his hip. “You take my dick so well. My perfect little slut.”
His muscles tense around me, clenching like he never wants to let go. I angle slightly to the side. My pace is unforgiving, with each hand on his hips, each thrust pressing him forward as the view of Denver is vast below us in the dark night.
I pull my hand back and land a sharp smack to his ass.
He cries out, but it melts into a moan. “Again,” he gasps, voice desperate and thin.
I oblige. Again. And again. The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room, and his ass turns a deeper red beneath my hands. He shifts slightly, chasing the next strike.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” I growl, slowing my thrusts down ever so slightly. “Bent over, cock dripping, begging for more. You look fucking perfect taking my cock like this. Like such a good boy.”
