Page 67 of Awakening the Sheriff

“We do.” Keaton’s smile was sweet and sappy.

I’d pumped my finger in and out of him, and his muscles were relaxed around me. Time to add a second. Keaton had been down this road plenty of times, and he helped me stretch him.

“You’d better do three,” he said. “You’re thick, baby.”

Baby.We both froze.

“Is that okay, me calling you that?”

“Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “I like it.”

“We’re good,” Keaton said about thirty seconds later.

I reached for the condom, tore open the wrapper, and rolled it on. If Keaton suspected I had practiced that—I had, since it had been a while—he didn’t let on. Instead, he spread his legs even wider, the invitation clear.

“This a good position for you?” I asked.

“To start with, yes. I like watching you.”

And looking into his warm brown eyes, all I could think of was how much I wanted to share this with him, to experience sex with him. Everything else melted away as I knelt half on top of him and, holding my base with my right hand, positioned myself at his entrance. Our eyes held, and I pushed. A little resistance, but then I slipped in. Keaton’s mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp. I worked myself into him, slow but steady, not stopping until I couldn’t go any deeper.

I stayed still. His eyes had grown darker, and his cheeks had flushed. Christ, he looked beautiful. I had this strange urge to mark him, and I latched my mouth onto the sensitive skin of his shoulder and sucked until I let go with a low growl of satisfaction. The spot was a deep red, and it wouldn’t fade anytime soon.

“You marked me.” Keaton looked at his shoulder, then at me.

“I did.” Should I apologize for it? Maybe I should’ve asked permission.

“I like it.”

I gave a careful thrust to test the waters, and Keaton nodded. “We’re good to go.”

I shifted my body, trying to find a position in which I could use more force. Keaton wanted me to go hard and rough, and I wanted to deliver, but for that, I needed to get the angle right. Otherwise, I’d hurt him, and that wasn’t going to happen.

I repositioned myself again, distributing my weight differently. Keaton wrapped his legs around my waist. Ah, perfect. I nuzzled his neck as I carefully pushed, checking that my aim was right. Christ, this felt good.

Different from sex with women. Harder, rougher. No softness, no gentle curves or smooth boobs, no fragility that needed protection. Instead, hard planes of muscle, the rasp of my beard against Keaton’s skin, his chest hair against mine.

Keaton moaned. “This is the perfect position. I feel you so deep inside me.”

I pulled out, then surged back in. “I love how I can feel your whole body.”

I found a rhythm, a little hesitant at first, but when Keaton responded with appreciative groans, I sped up.

Could I go harder? Now that I was more confident about the angle, I put force behind my next thrust. Lord almighty, thesoundthat made, the wet squelch as our bodies collided. Filthy and so goddamn sexy. And no matter how hard I slammed into Keaton, he accepted every move with a groan, a moan, a whimper, or a mumbled plea for more.

I stopped holding back, snapped my hips, and drove into him relentlessly. His moans of ecstasy drowned in my forceful grunts and the slick slap of our bodies as they joined. A need I didn’t recognize pulsated through me, rooting in my heartbeat. To take, to claim, to own.

Waves of pleasure built up in my balls and rolled out through my entire body, making everything tingle. My heart raced, beating in my ears so loudly I couldn’t hear anything else, and tunnel vision overtook me. My muscles ached, and my balls throbbed as they squeezed tight against my body.

“Don’t stop…” Keaton begged, his teeth clenched. “For the love of everything holy, please don’t stop.”

I reached for his cock, but he slapped my hand away. “No need. Focus on the fucking.”

I would’ve laughed if I’d had brain cells left for that, but my whole IQ had settled in my cock, which had one goal and one goal only. Impossibly, I went even faster, jackhammering into Keaton with such force his teeth rattled, yet his eyes rolled back into his head from sheer pleasure. He seized up underneath me, his body taut and stiff. He was coming, letting out a wailing sound as his load flew from his cock, ending between our bodies. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

And then I was flying, my body releasing this burst of energy that went off like a bomb. Wave after wave rolled over me, and I shook and moaned and cried like some cheesy porn star. I pumped the condom full, even as I wished nothing separated us. And Jesus Christ, Isoared, my body writhing in that exquisite pleasure until I finally stopped shaking. My arms collapsed under my weight, and I sank on top of Keaton, my breath whooshing out.

We lay there for a full minute at least, quiet except for our panting breaths, which slowly settled down along with our heartbeats.

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