Page 70 of High Sticks

"Fine, but you know how I get if you keep me on the edge too long.”

“Fucking hot. That’s what you get.” I pulled my hand out and pressed both palms against his bare pecs, giving rhythmic slaps that backed him up toward the bed.

When he couldn’t go further, I reached for the waistband of his underwear and shoved it down. The magnificence of Hoss naked was mine again. I started to stroke him again, feeling those thick veins with my fingertips.

I stared deep into his blue eyes. “When are you gonna learn to trust me on this, Hoss? You know that I know precisely what you want…and need.”

He looked down for a moment. “Aww, fuck, it’s so damn hot when you’re all controlling like this.”

I stroked a little faster and leaned in to kiss the side of his neck. Our bare chests pressed together. “On the bed,” I whispered. “All fours.”

While he climbed onto the bed, I pushed my underwear down and grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand.

There he was—the most stunning man in the world on all fours on the bed, waiting for me. His muscular body tensed slightly in anticipation, and I hungered for him. I was the luckiest bastard on the planet. That was for sure.

"Ready?" I asked. It was rhetorical. I knew the answer.

"More than ready," Hoss grunted, his voice a little hoarse with desire. "Just don't go easy on me, but you know that already.”

“I do,” I agreed, climbing onto the bed and tugging his hips back toward me. I shoved two well-lubed fingers inside to get my man ready.

He gasped, and my sheathed cock jumped.

“Aww, fuck,” groaned Hoss. “I need that cock, not those skinny little fingers.”

I swatted his hot ass with an open hand. “Who’s in charge here?”

“Fuck, you are…Coach.”

Damn, I loved it when he called me Coach. I’d have to tell him sometime. It wrecked me and sent electric shocks through my body.

I gripped his hips, lined up my cock head, and gave a powerful thrust.

“Aww, man…that’s it…”

Pushing a little deeper with each thrust, I felt Hoss’s ass grip me tight. He had no intent on letting go until I sent him over the cliff, swept off by a massive orgasm.

"Harder, Pete!" Hoss growled, and I gave him what he wanted. Our moans and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoed in the room. The damn neighbors probably heard, but it was the last of my concern.

I pulled out and rolled Hoss onto his back. “Look at me,” In insisted.

He lay there panting for breath with a lusty spark in his eyes. His legs wrapped tight around my waist as I shoved deep inside him again. I could never get enough of seeing his rugged face as he surrendered to erotic desire.

"Fuck, Pete..." he gasped, a mixture of pleasure and pain written across his face. "You're the best, and I fucking wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true.”

"Damn right, I am," I grinned as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. Our bodies moved together in perfect sync.

Hoss reached back and gripped the headboard with both hands. I wrapped one hand around his cock and braced myself with the other. “Oh, fuck…” he whispered, followed by a light hissing sound.

I pounded harder and stroked his dick in the same rhythm. His moans grew louder, and I sensed that his head was somewhere else, floating into the clouds.

After one more thrust, I stopped for a moment. My hand remained wrapped around his cock, and I was deep inside him, but I stopped moving.

Hoss rocked his hips desperately, wanting me to start again.

“Pete! Fuckin’ please…”

I chuckled softly and began the strokes and thrusts again.

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