Page 60 of Vodka And Virtue

“Ahh,” he hissed. “Cold.”

“Let me warm it up for you.”

I circled my finger round and round his hole, teasing him. He pushed his ass out, silently begging to be penetrated. He was going to make a beautiful bottom. I continued to tease and tap his hole as I stroked my cock, getting it slick.

“Please, Rory.”

Fuck, to hear him beg me. He was going to drive me insane before I finally came. I slid my finger carefully into his passage, and he bucked his hips, seeking more.

“Two, please,” he pleaded, panting like a dog in heat.

I added a second finger, watching in awe as I stretched him wider. I wished I could take his picture. Capture this moment forever to look back on and jack off to.

“Gonna slide my cock inside here. Stretch you so fucking good.” My fingers continued to glide in and out, making both of us desperate for more.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Is that what you want, sweetness? You ready for my cock?”

“Yes!” He scooted back to position himself over my shaft, and I grabbed his hips, guiding him down.

“Don’t let go of the handlebars. Let me do all the work.”

I seated him on the tip of my cock, stilling his hips from sliding lower as I rubbed against his entrance, barely pushing. His tight hole stretched little by little, slowly opening for me. I slid an inch deeper, popping my fat crown past his rim.

“Gahh! It burns.”

“I know, baby. Just for a minute, though. I promise.” I sucked on his neck, tonguing the skin, making him forget the burn. “Just a little more.” I slid deeper, pushing past the barrier of tight muscles, into his channel. “Fuck, baby. So tight and hot. You’re strangling my dick.”

“Give me more, Rory. I can take it.”

I sunk my fingers into the flesh of his hips and drove up into his velvet heat, grunting with pleasure. He cried out, but not from pain. I sat back down taking him with me, and stared at where our bodies connected.

“Bounce for me, baby. Nice and slow.”

Carlisle moved up and down on my shaft. His movements were slow, sensual, seducing me with the swish of his hips as he rode my cock as if he’d done it a hundred times. We alternated between us, each taking a turn controlling the pace and force of the thrusts. A fine sheen of sweat covered his back, making his skin glisten under the fluorescent lighting overhead. I snaked my tongue out and licked a stripe up his spine, making him shiver.

Fuck, he was beautiful and nasty, and I wanted to crawl inside of him and become a part of him. Join myself with him in every possible way.

Overcome with the need to come, I thrust harder, faster, my rhythm becoming frenzied, almost desperate.

“Come on, Carly baby. Get there. Need to come so bad. Gonna flood you inside,” I breathed raggedly.

He reached down and took hold of his weeping cock, stroking furiously. “Rory,” he whined, “So close.”

I buried myself as deep as I could, balls deep, and squeezed his hips, almost painfully, as I gave him three more deep thrusts, pushing all my weight against him as I drove up into his smaller body. With a rush of blinding heat and pleasure, I unloaded inside him, filling up his ass with my seed.

“Rory, I feel your cum. Warm,” he panted, almost choking as he cried out, coming in thick ropes over the newly polished tank.

I slipped out of him, letting him rest on my lap, my cock wet and softening against my thigh. Reaching back, I grabbed the polishing rag I had tossed over the saddlebag and wiped my dick clean.

“Do you need me to lift up?”

“No, baby.” I slid my arms around his waist, planting kisses on his smooth shoulder. Using the rag, I cleaned off his cock. “Let it drip out on me. Just stay still and let me hold you a minute.”

I breathed him in, letting his familiar scent settle me. This feeling was what I had been chasing for years, what I had returned home in search of. And I found it without having to look very far. Not farther than my best friend’s nephew, a man I had vaguely known for years. I thought it was funny how we could go on blindly for years without seeing our destiny right in front of us.

Carlisle was my heart. My future. He was my everything. From here on out, it was me and him, ride or die.

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