Page 31 of Filthy and the Beast

I’m wet and hard, sweating against his bulky body. He drags his rough hands up my thighs, feeling me, and I tremble, eager for more of his touch.

“This okay?” Voice nearly a whisper, he pulls his hands to my hips, stroking my shorts. “I don’t know how…” He trails off. “You’ll have to tell me what to do.”

“Fuck, you’re adorable.” I grab the bottom of his shirt and lift. Enzo doesn’t resist, easily raising his arms, but he takes the shirt from me on the way and finishes. Tossing it aside, we step from the wall. “And don’t worry.” I rub my hands over his hairy chest, across to his thick, hard biceps. “You don’t have to know anything. We’ll figure out what we want to do together.”

I take another step back from the wall and slowly remove my shirt. After I throw it to the ground, he drinks me up with his eyes, mouth agape. Hungry.

I stroke his cock through his jeans, palming Enzo while he grunts. “If it helps, you’ve never had sex with a man, but I’ve never had sex with someone as old as you.”

The drool-y expression disappears. “Hey,” he protests. “That’s not—”

Snickering, I kiss him again, and I can feel him laughing back. My bare chest is pressed to his. Steady as a tree trunk, Enzo holds me as he explores my body with his hands.

He lifts me, but just barely. I arch my toes against the ground and wrap my hands around his neck, letting him take a little more of my weight as we practically dance, half-stepping backward.

Somehow, I get his jeans to his thighs. He’s in a pair of old gray boxer briefs, and between our bodies, his erection strains the fabric, leaving a big wet spot. His olive skin shines with sweat.

“You’re so fucking hot.” I drag my hand down the tattoo of a pair of boxing gloves with twin birds behind them, faded against his bicep, and the nautical ink beneath it.

He gives me half a smile. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

I bring my hand up to his face. “You know what my favorite feature of yours is?” I kiss his nose gently. “This.”

He scoffs. “Fuck off,” he says, like I’m teasing.

“Uh-uh.” I rub my dick slow and hard against his, my ass bouncing in his hands. “Your nose is fucking hot. Looks so good on you.”

Enzo jerks. He winces and grabs me tighter, but pain wrenches his face. “Fuck,” he groans, releasing me to grab his back. “Sorry. I’m fine.”

I retreat, my full weight on the ground. “Time for a new position.”

He steps forward, his jeans in a puddle at his feet. He kicks them off, grumbling and impatient.

Fuck. He’s awkward-hot during sex. Amazing.

“Do you want to play with our cocks?” I gently stroke my cock through my shorts, eager to stroke him again, too.

Enzo’s hard-set brow twitches. He searches for an answer, but he’s coming up short, wordless.

I bite my lip, switching strategy. “How about this? We’ll play a game. Everything you do to me, I’ll do to you, too.” I give my cock another slow stroke, enjoying how his entire body reacts. “So if, for example, you want me to wrap my soft, soft lips around your cock,” I pucker up an air kiss, “you know what to do.”

A funny smile on his face, Enzo studies me, working through something in his head until light flashes through his eyes.

“You’re awfully bossy during sex,” he finally growls, and I grin in response, glad he’s giving me shit back.

Pouting, I stroke my dick some more. “Are you just grumpy because you thought you’d get a blowjob without having to work for it?” I spin around, showing him my ass, and give my hips a shake. “Or are you trying to figure out whether you want to give a little ass to get a little ass?” I glance at him over my shoulder. “I’m usually a top, but if you really want to go there tonight…”

One night only. Better take advantage of the opportunity.

He walks over to me purposefully. Takes me in his arms, my back to his chest and his dick against my ass, and rubs his fingers across my hard nipples.

My voice catches in my throat.

“Bossy,” he growls. “And you talk a lot.” Holding my body, Enzo walks me forward, bringing me to the counter. I lean against it when we arrive, and his weight presses me from behind. “Just want to feel you.”

He pushes his underwear down, then wrestles my shorts and briefs off me. His hands all over my torso, beard on the back of my neck, we rub our naked bodies tight. Enzo squats, his erection working between my thighs. I hitch my hips back, meeting him, and our cocks slide together.

Surprised and groaning, I fall forward. My balls press to his base, and his hard shaft strains against mine, his purple, wet crown grinding the underside of my cock.

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