Page 65 of The Hallows Boys

He hesitates for a breath, but then rolls on top of me and presses his lips to mine. He flexes his hips, pushing his cock farther into my fist, then lifts off of me to stand up. I follow him, swinging my legs off the side of the bed to face him.

“You’re sure you’re ready?” he asks, the careful bastard.

“I need this.” Groaning, I grab the front of his sweats with both hands and pull them down to free his dick. I lick my lips. “Tell me what you did to Sage while you fuck me.”

At that, he grabs the bottom of my hoodie and rips it over my head before he kisses me again, his lips mad and messy against mine. He kisses me like he’s desperate, like he can’t help but nip and bite at my lips and tongue while he does. I groan when his hands find the band of my sweatpants, and he pulls them down hard and quick before he drops to his knees before me.

Looking up at me, he circles my cock with his hand as he flicks his tongue against the head. I flex my hips on instinct, and when he suctions around me, I chuckle a little. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t do this with Sage.”

He sucks me deep into his throat, then pops off. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Then he stands again, grabbing me by the arms and pulling me up with him. Turning me around, he presses one hand to my back and the other to my head, pushing me down until I’m bent over the edge of the bed. Leaning over me, he kisses down my spine until he reaches my ass. Using his hands, he spreads my cheeks, then slides his tongue between them. When he circles the puckered hole there with the wet muscle, I groan loudly and flex my hips.

He pulls back, leaving me panting on the bed while he digs around in his bedside table for something. When he steps behind me again, I hear the click of a bottle opening before he pours liquid into his hands. He presses a slippery finger against my asshole, testing me, and when I don’t run away, he pushes through the ring of muscle.

I groan, and he stills. “You okay?”

I moan loud, pressing my ass back into his hand so his finger goes a little deeper. “Beckham,stop fucking asking me if I’m okay.”

He slides his finger all the way inside me until I feel his knuckle. “Okay, then.”

I try to spread my legs farther apart, but my sweatpants hold me confined. “Slip my pants off my ankles.”

He pulls his finger back a little, then plunges back inside me, making heat spread through my body. “You said you wanted me to show you what I did to Sage, so your pants will stay on your legs to hold you in place.”

I groan at the visual, and he thrusts his finger a few times, then pours some of the lube directly onto my ass before he adds another digit inside me. I moan loudly against the bed, my cock so hard between my legs that it feels like a weight.

He keeps fucking me with his fingers, the lube making it easier for me to stretch, and after a few more thrusts, he adds a third finger. When I suck down a breath and clench my abs, he freezes his hand for a moment before he keeps going.

Soft boy was probably going to ask me if I’m okay again.

He continues to plunge three fingers in and out, creating a fire inside of me that travels down my spine and goes straight to my balls. I groan, grabbing the blankets. “Fuck.”

He leans over me, kissing my back. “Does that feel good, baby?”

I nod against the blankets. “Give me your dick, B.”

Pulling his fingers out slowly, he leaves me to feel empty without him filling me, but then I hear him rip a condom open. I turn my head, looking back at him just in time to watch him roll the latex down his cock. When the condom is secured around him, he grabs himself and smacks his shaft against my asshole.

He grins that boyish grin that I love so much. “You ready?”

I take a breath, nodding. “Tell me about Sage.”

He slaps his cock against my asshole again, making me bite my lip. “I bent her over, just like you are right now”—he positions the head of his dick at my asshole—“and I pushed my dick into her tight, wet cunt.”

He presses forward, using his hands to keep my hips still as the head of his cock slips past the ring of muscle and into my ass. He groans, “She was dripping down my cock, just like on Halloween. I slid inside of her so fast I couldn’t fucking help myself.”

I clench as he slides forward an inch, the mixture of pleasure and pain making my body tighten.

He rubs his hands against my flesh. “You have to relax, V.”

I nod, taking a breath and calming my muscles one by one. He pushes forward another inch, and I try to spread my legs again but can’t because of my pants. “Fuck, Becks, it feels so fucking good. Keep going.”

Pressing his palms to my ass cheeks, he spreads me farther. “I fucked her hard and fast, and she whimpered for me the whole time.”

He pushes in another inch, making me slide my hand to my front to grab my aching cock. I squeeze, imaging it’s Sage’s pussy tightening around me as Beckham fucks me from behind.

As he pushes the rest of the way inside me, I cry out from the sting. “Her cunt was so fucking tight, just like your virgin asshole, Vinny.”

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