Page 8 of Riding Pine
When he does, lust burns in his gaze. The same lust consumes me as I step over to my side table and grab a condom.
“Since you parked your pretty ass right in front of my face, I’m going to assume you want me to fuck it?”
He licks his top lip with a hum.
“I wouldn’t say no, that’s for sure.”
I’m not sure when I became so desperate to stick my dick in someone, but it happened at some point tonight after I met Ben. I thought I could play it cool and just have a little fun in the park. Maybe make out in a dark corner with hand jobs before parting ways.
But no.
Instead, I’m fighting to keep my cool and not seem like an overeager virgin while I hurry to place a condom. For a terrifying moment, I think I’ve fucked up the condom. My hands are shaking, and Ben’s steady hands bat mine away.
“Let me,” he coos as he steps close and takes over. His hands are firm and sure as he rolls the condom down my length with excruciating slowness. He winks at me, enjoying making me wait even longer, and I huff a laugh.
Leaning forward, I bite his shoulder and whisper, “I’m about to pay you back for all your teasing. I hope you can handle it.”
“Bring it on, tough guy.”
For a moment, I pause. There’s no way he knows what I do for a living. He would have mentioned it. Tough guy is just a taunt from this man, who loves to talk during sex.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean back and invite him onto my lap.
“Ride it,” I grit, and the sexy fucker smiles like he was just waiting for the invitation this whole time.
“Yippee-ki-yay. With pleasure.” He laughs, and I wonder, not for the first time, if he’s always so vocal.
He straddles my lap and notches my cock at his entrance. His lips find mine as he presses himself down. Panting and nipping at my lips before he throws his head back with a groan.
“Jesus fuck, Lukas. How do you walk with this thing?” His chest rises with quick pants as he adjusts to my cock buried in his ass.
“Like a guy with a big dick and a swagger. Don’t keep me waiting. Bounce on it, Ben.”
His lips twist in a smirk, and that damn dimple shows itself again. His lean legs fold back as he presses his knees into the mattress and his hands against my chest. A sex-drunk smile graces his lips as he moves his hand to his dick once he gets his rhythm. I have a better idea and swat his hand away.
“Hold on. We’re going up.”
Immediately, he wraps his arms around my neck and legs around my waist as I stand. My hands cradle his ass, and somehow it feels like he takes me even deeper when I stand.
“God…” he breathes as his head rests on my shoulder. “I feel like a damn piece of meat on a shish kebab.”
I can’t help laughing at his ridiculous analogy. “Are you still hungry or something?”
“Yeah, for dick.”
“Luckily, I can help with that.”
Lifting him by the ass, he works his body with the help of my hands. Our mouths crash together as he pistons himself on me until sweat beads on my forehead. Ben just lets himself go. He’s wild and chasing an orgasm we both want. With a few steps forward, I press him into the door, and he hisses as the cool metal hits his naked back.
“God, Lukas…”
I pin him against the door, his thighs in my hands as he gives up and lets me bend his body to suit mine so I can rail him into the door.
The useless security chain rattles with every thrust, and his nails dig into the skin on my shoulders. “Fuckkkkk….” His head flops back against the door with a thunk as he comes between us.
“Fuck, Lukas. I bet you can’t make me come again before you do.” His lopsided smile and flushed cheeks stand out against the drab grey of the door, and I press forward to take his lips in mine.
“You either come now or stick with once,” I whisper against his lips. “You’re too much for me to hold off any longer. I’m gonna blow.”
