Page 62 of Knock Knock

“Ah, fuck me. Hurry up.” I tried to twist around to control him, but Nate stopped me. Standing, he pressed on my back, making me lean over the railing. The sound of him lubing his dick made me leak, and when the head of his cock nudged against me, I pushed my hips back, trying to force him inside.

“You think you’re in control?” he asked, teasingly bumping his cockhead against my rim. “You denied me this feeling last time. You rushed it, and now I’m going to draw it out and enjoy every fucking inch of it.”

The stretch as his cockhead pushed into me was overwhelming enough to have my legs buckling. Nate never let me fall. With his hands on my hips, he held me where he wanted me, squeezing and caressing in tandem. With each gentle thrust, my jaw slackened, but with every hitched breath he released, my body temperature rose.

Nate was right. I had robbed him of this when I got greedy and impatient, and to listen to him enjoy it was almost hotter than the feel of him inside me. My natural instinct was to take over, but no part of me wanted to miss this slow ride and the way he was a fucking slave to it. Inch by inch, hitched breath to sigh, and groans that turned into moans made this the sexiest fuck of my life, simply because he was so into it.

“Fuck, you’re—”

“If you say tight, I will flip this fuck around and show you a different kind of flip fucking,” I warned him. “Don’t treat me like a chick.”

“What, guys can’t be tight?” he scoffed, thrusting a bit harder to punish me. “I was gonna say shaking. You’re shaking, Xav.”

I was. Trembling, more like. With restraint and anticipation, equal parts wanting to turn this sex rough and loving the gentleness of it. Yeah, the stretch hurt, but it wasn’t overwhelming, and to be honest, it excited me to mix in pain. I liked the extra sensation to focus on, and I think Nate knew it.

“Because… yeah, it feels really fucking good.” I turned my head to look at him. “How have I not known I love getting fucked in the ass before?”

Nate didn’t say anything, but he moaned when his thighs hit my ass. There was a pause as he took a moment to appreciate that. My dick twitched and my ass clenched around the length of him, getting familiar with how it felt to have him inside me. Gripping the railing, I rocked a little, and Nate didn’t stop me. His hands tightened on my hips, but he didn’t move otherwise, letting me steer this show.

I pulled forward and rocked back, fucking the length of him slowly. When I swivelled my hips, Nate’s breath choked him.

“You got your socks on, baby?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Time to pull ‘em up. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

He swallowed.

Pushing out my ass to force him back a step, I bent over a little more and really got my hips going. While Nate stayed still, I fucked his cock like it was the best ride I’d ever been on. And fuck, it empowered me. My fingers curled around the railing and the night vanished into the background as I fine-tuned my attention to fucking his dick and drawing the loudest gasps out of him.

Nate’s hands left my hips, trailing up my torso and taking my shirt with them. When he tugged on it, I straightened my back and leaned against his chest. My arms lifted, and the barrier between us vanished.

“Fuck my cock, Xav. Show me what feels good.” He gave a small thrust, arms holding me upright.

I’d never really been born to perform, but I meant what I said to Maddox. I wasn’t going to bend over and take it. With Nate buried deep in my ass, it was my time to shine. Because, unlike everyone else who saw me as a goofy idiot, Nate saw me as sexy. And wow, did that feel good.

Getting up on my tiptoes, I leaned forward, dragging his cock right out to the tip. Before it left me completely, I lowered to my soles and pressed back, gyrating my hips as I went.

“Uh,” he groaned. “Yeah. Shit.”

“You suck at dirty talk,” I said, slamming back a few times.

Nate grabbed the back of my neck as a hand-hold. “I’ll work on it.” He pulled me upright and pressed his mouth to the side of my neck. His hands pressed on the front of my hips, pulling me back until my ass hit his thighs and we both moaned into the night air. “When I fucked you in my fantasies, it was like this,” Nate whispered, letting me control the pace.

“Like what?”

“You taking charge,” he said as I found a rhythm that had my dick rutting against the slats of the railing. I put my hands there to make it less abrasive. “I wanted you to take my cock, Xav. I wanted to feel you just like this. But I had no idea how hot it’d be to let you lead. Fuck, take me anywhere, Xavi.”

I pushed him back and turned to face him, kicking his jeans away with my shorts. “I’m feeling like a bit of an animal right now, Nate.” I pulled his shirt off and tugged him down the steps. “I wanna ride you right here.” Forcing him to his back on the dewy grass, I straddled his hips and planted my hands on his pecs.

When I sank down, impaling myself on his cock, the true power came forth. Not from me taking it, but because of us combined. It was a weird time to be having epiphanies, but with him beneath me, I realized something. That Nate had always been my foundation. It didn’t matter how hard things got, how much we succeeded, or how epically we failed, Nate was my anchor. And not in that drag me down sort of way, but rather like he kept me from floating away from myself. How many times had he comforted me when no one else would? How many times had he had my back when I had no one else to rely on? I grounded myself with Nate, and now I needed to learn how to do the same for him.

“Where’d you go?” he asked, hands on my hips.

I didn’t know how to express what I felt. I rode his cock, gathering strength from the way he lifted me up, and blurted, “My clock slowed down. That one that was ticking, telling me to change everything and make big decisions. It’s… I feel settled now.”

“I thought you felt like an animal?” he teased.

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