Page 70 of It's Just You

His eyes sparkled. “Duly noted. And now, would you please use that sexy mouth differently and touch me? I’m currently on board with you fucking me, so… let’s make that happen, baby.”

My mind raced, but I went to work. How could I discuss things with him when he gave me orders like that and everything necessary had already been said? Now there wasn’t much room for misunderstandings anymore, not much room to fuck up, so I went back to work.

Sucking him deeply, I coated his cock with my saliva, then hollowed my cheeks to create more suction. A low moan followed, then his fingers tangled in my hair. He’d reacted that well, and I hadn’t even taken up playing with his ass again.

I did then, the lube on my left hand creating slick, wet noises — some of the best in the world, especially considering what it was going to lead to. And with the sounds Kane made, it was pure bliss.

My probing fingers found his tight muscle, and this time I didn’t just stroke it. I penetrated it slowly, softly, waiting for reactions. But he breathed deeply and relaxed, letting me in. His erection didn’t flag even a little, which was something of a relief.

He was tight, so fucking tight, and warm. And… heavens. God. Fuck. This would be… This… I couldn’t even think clearly. But I knew enough to work him open gently, using one, then two fingers as I took my time to get him ready for me.

Kane had some trouble relaxing again, clenching around my fingers when I moved them, but he never let go of my hair or told me to take it slower. I gave him the time he needed, sucking on his cock to keep his arousal high and calming myself down at the same time.

Finally, when I was able to move deeper, I touched his prostate.

Kane jerked, his eyes flying wide open. “Fuck!”

I chuckled around the cock in my mouth, then popped off. “And that is one of the reasons I love bottoming as well as topping.” Before he could answer, I went back to blowing him. It wasn’t like I was expecting a reply, not when I also stroked his prostate again.

“Fuck, Finn!” Another moan. “That’s… oh my god.”

Yep, he was definitely enjoying it, and he was loosening around my fingers. Pride rose within me because I’d made him feel that way. This would be his first time, and I was making damn sure it would be good for him. I added another finger, stretching him some more to get him as ready as possible. I wasn’t hung like a horse, but I’d hurt him if I didn’t take care with him, so I didn’t let up until he was a jerking, twitching, shivering mess beneath me.

He was taking my fingers easily by then, moving his hips in time with my thrusts. Yes, he was definitely ready.

I drew back and pulled my fingers out, wiping them off on my discarded t-shirt. I poured more lube into my hand, coating my cock with it. Without any hesitation, I scooted closer, keeping an eye on Kane’s face. He still had his eyes closed, like he was totally lost in the moment.

I didn’t ask for permission this time, because he raised up a little and spread his legs even more, baring his most intimate parts to me. Moving even closer, I gripped my cock, getting into position.

It was a tight fit, the muscles resisting at first, but then Kane exhaled and let me in. He gripped me like he wanted to squeeze me, surrounding me with heat and wetness, and… fucking hell.

I went deeper, carefully pushing myself into his ass, giving him time to relax every time I felt him tense up. But while his fingers dug into my arms, he didn’t tell me to stop or slow down, only encouraging me with his moans. I took my time, keeping an iron grasp on my own self-control, and worked myself in there.

Finally, finally, I was where I wanted to be, my balls resting against his ass while I was fully seated inside of him with my bare cock. It had been so long since I’d gone bareback that I’d forgotten how that felt, too. It was different, so much more fucking intense — not only the sensations, but also the fact that we shared this, that he trusted me with it.

“Okay?” I asked, wanting to be sure he was still doing all right.

Kane nodded. “Fucking move, or I’m going to come just like this.”

I grinned and kissed him lightly. “Yes, sir.” We couldn’t have him coming like that, now could we?

Without any more hesitation, I started to fuck him, still with slow, deep thrusts that I made sure hit his prostate. Despite my earlier orgasm, this wouldn’t take long. It was too much, too many sensations, too many emotions, too much tightness and warmth, and too much desire.

Kane moaned, jerked again, then wrapped one hand around his own cock. “Fuck, I’ll… Finn, baby…” He didn’t say anything else, but his movements got faster, so I picked up speed as well, taking him deeper and harder.

He cursed again, tensing, relaxing, then tensing again. Then, without any more warning, his eyes flew open and met mine as his body went rigid and squeezed my hard cock.

I worked through it, fucking him deep, trying to make this even better for him when he came, covering his chest and stomach with his cum. One, then two ropes, then another dribble in time with my movements before he fell back onto the bed.

This was it. There was no holding back now. Not after seeing this, smelling it, feeling it. I thrust deeply, burying as much as I could inside of him, and after a few, hard thrusts, I couldn’t hold back. I came, and a noise escaped me I’d never heard before as my release ripped through my body. I came deep inside Kane, making me his — making him mine — and bonding us.

I sagged down, landing on top of him right in the mess, but I didn’t care. I just wanted a kiss, a hug, to feel him close to me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

“Hell, I didn’t expect it to be like that,” he whispered, then he kissed me. “We’re so doing that again.”

I chuckled as my softening cock chose that moment to slip from his ass. “Oh yes. But I still vote for you fucking me one day.”

Kane laughed, a deep, happy sound. “You can bet on it.”

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