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“I’ve wanted to try since I first saw your cock,” I say, voice trembling a little in excitement.
“Really?”
I nod.
“Yeah. I might have fantasized about you fucking me more than once.”
“I’ve thought about you, too,” he says, and my cock throbs.
“You have?”
“Of course I have. I wondered what your hot little body would look like grinding bouncing on my lap.”
“Can I?”
“You want to switch?” he asks, and I nod, already scooting off the bed so he can lie down.
He props his head up on two pillows, and adds more lube to his cock, holding the condom at the base so it doesn’t roll up.
I straddle his waist, my ass resting on his stomach, the lube sliding like silk between us, and I lean forward, kissing his plump lips as I slowly inch myself back. He’s angled himself my way, and the second his cock meets my entrance, I pause. He doesn’t hold still, though, he moves his cock in circles around my hole, teasing it, making it throb for more, an ache building inside desperate to be filled by him. I push up onto my knees and reach back and grip his cock.
“I want you,” I say, guiding him inside. “I need… you.”
He lets me have full control, edging him inside, inch by inch, my body opening up and welcoming his cock like it’s been waiting for it for years. I bottom out and release a long, slow breath before rolling my hips in a circle.
“Oh, shit, yeah,” he moans, and I do it again. This time, his cock brushes my prostate, and I reach forward, gripping his chest with my fingers.
“Oh, you liked that, too, didn’t you?” he asks, and I nod. “Good, show me how you want to be fucked.”
I take it slow, moving in circles, rising up only slightly at first but then further and further until I’m grinding and thrusting in a steady rhythm. His hands clench my ass tight, helping to lift me.
Leaning down, I run my tongue over his nipple, kissing it and swirling my tongue around its hard bud as I bounce.
“Oh god, Eli, you look so hot doing that.”
“You mean…this?” I ask, sliding my tongue over it again slowly all the while not taking my eyes off him and clenching my ass over his cock.
“Holy hell, fuck, I’m going to come.”
Hearing his words is like being called into battle, and my primal need to give him what he wants has me working on him faster and faster, my ass clenching around him. He brushes my prostate, and I bite down on his nipple hard on instinct, and he lets out a hiss but doesn’t try to slow my pace. His fingers diginto my ass cheeks, encouraging every thrust, and when I push up to sit and grab my cock, he arches his head back and moans my name.
“Eli.”
“Fuck, yeah, Cos. Fuck me good,” I groan, pulling my cock in time with our movements, and then the wall hits, and I’m rolling over it in waves of pleasure, ropes of come shooting out, coating his chest and stomach as he thrusts deep, frantic, head arched and moaning my name.
***
I lay in Cosmo’s arms listening to his breaths, and I don’t want to think about moving, but I’ll have to soon. Luka won’t be out all night, and even though the door is locked, I don’t think he’d like being kicked out of his own room. But how do I crawl out of this bed and go downstairs to the room full of air mattresses and pledges who have varying ideas about how many times to shower in a week?
“Do you think your computer can figure out the odds of me getting drafted?” he asks.
“You played amazing today.”
“What if it wasn’t enough?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if I’m not as good as they thought I would be?”
