Page 15 of Mr Nice Guy

I manage to push through the haze and give a reply, but it’s seriously one of the hardest things I’ve ever done considering his fingers are now sliding around my slick hole. And that’s saying something considering I’ve built a billion-dollar corporation from the ground up and am raising three kids, one of whom has special needs. “I guess you’ll just have to do it twice,” I pant out. I was going for the same teasing tone as earlier but apparently I’m incapable of that now.

“Sounds like a fair deal,” he murmurs. And then I hear the crinkle of plastic and the snap of latex that tells me we’re good to go.

CHAPTER7

DEACON

Idon’t know what the fuck I’m thinking, agreeing to a second go around with Tanner. We shouldn’t even be doing this one time, let alone setting up a repeat.

Whatever. Maybe it’ll be horrible and he won’t be interested in seconds. I doubt it, though. If the way he responded to me fingering him is any indication, he’s going to love every second of my cock pounding inside him.

I do kind of wish we were doing this front on, because I’d love to be able to look at his beautiful face and take in his expression while I fuck him, but I wasn’t about to push when he suggested this position. He’s made it clear that his only real interest in men is getting fucked as some kind of stress relief thing; I can’t quite say I understand it, but if that’s his deal than I’m not going to judge. And I’m going to push him into things he might not be comfortable with.

Pushing the thoughts from my head, I slather some lube on the condom and once again line myself up with Tanner’s entrance. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m about to be buried inside Tanner Grimsay’s ass. Here’s hoping it lives up to all the fantasies…

I push inside, hearing him let out a hiss as I breach his ring. I did the best I could to prep him, but my cock is quite a bit thicker than even three of my fingers. But it’ll be okay, I’ll just go slow and give him time for his body to adjust.

That’s the plan, at least, but Tanner doesn’t seem to be on board with it. Instead of waiting for me to inch in slowly, he pushes his ass back against me, causing me to bottom out in one deep thrust.

I let out a grunt at the unexpected onslaught of sensations. His hole is so fucking tight and the feel of his blood pulsing against my dick is making my head spin. The only thing that would be better is if I were bare right now, but that was another thing I definitely wasn’t going to push.

The groan Tanner lets out is primal, and he lifts a hand to slap against the wall in front of him. I still don’t quite understand it, but I think I have a bit of a vague grasp on what it is Tanner needs from me now. It’s not just pleasure he’s seeking. It’s relief. Both physical and mental. And I think just having my cock inside him is helping a little. But it’s not enough.

And that’s a good thing, because this is definitely not enough for me. Now that I’m inside him, all I want to do is grab him tight and fuck him hard enough to wake the neighbors.

And that’s exactly what I do.

I’m not sure about the neighbors part, but I wouldn’t be surprised with the way Tanner’s thumping against the bedroom wall with every hard thrust I drive into his body, or with the sheer volume of the grunts and groans and curses we’re doing nothing to hold back. I did warn Drew to put his headphones on when I visited his room earlier, so hopefully we haven’t disturbed him too much. Apart from that, I don’t really care; we don’t know any of our neighbors anyway.

I grab a fistful of Tanner’s silver hair and yank his head back, grazing my teeth along his stubbled jaw, and then down the back of his neck. Fuck, he smells incredible. The scents of sweat and sex mingling in the air just make him even more delicious.

I really want to kiss him, but I think that’s something I should wait for him to initiate. Instead, I settle for licking a few beads of sweat from his neck.

He lets out a soft groan as my tongue travels over his skin, and that prompts me to do it again.

“Mmm…you taste amazing. And that’s just your sweat. Your cum must be a fucking delicacy.”

“Doesn't’ it all…taste the same?” he asks between panted breaths.

I drive in deep again, hitting him in the magic spot and prompting him to let out a string of curses, his palm slapping against the wall in front of him.

“Definitely not.”

“Huh?”

I let out a soft chuckle at the bewilderment in his voice. Clearly hitting his prostate again killed a few brain cells. “Cum doesn’t all taste the same.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

I let out another laugh, shaking my head. “I figured as much.” I dig my fingers in harder and speed up my thrusts. I can feel my orgasm approaching, but I need to clear something up before I really let it rip. “So can I?”

“Huh?”

Note to self—Tanner is not capable of holding up a conversation during sex. I’ll take that as a compliment.

“Taste your cum,” I clarify. I lean in closer so I can talk right in his ear. “I’m going to come any minute, and when I do I want to get on my knees and suck on that beautiful dick of yours until you’re exploding down my throat.”

He lets out a soft groan, his eyes falling shut as though he’s in pain. “Fuck…Deacon…”

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