Page 6 of Hard to Forgive

I took him to my bedroom, each step a struggle not to push him against another wall and devour him whole. I wanted to see if any of my taste had joined the beer and bourbon flavor he’d had earlier. I wanted to see how the combination tasted on his tongue. I refrained, at least long enough to get him onto my room.

The moment he was on my bed, I gave into temptation.

I could taste the saltiness of my precum on his tongue. It made me harder than I’d been just moments before. My hands moved down his torso as we kissed, sliding down his flat stomach to the elastic waist of those tempting briefs. They needed to be removed, no matter how delectable he looked in them.

I wanted him naked.

I wanted to see his dick and feel him against me with no fabric between us. He lifted his hips the moment I began to push down at the fabric. His cock bounced up, brushing against mine, sending fireworks through my body. I moaned into the kiss and pulled away long enough to get his briefs off of him.

I drank in the sight of the man beneath me. He was pale against my dark blue comforter. He looked like a damn Adonis. I bent back over him to take a nipple into my mouth. He letout a sinful noise and thrust his hips up, seeking friction. I was powerless. I couldn’tnotgive him what he wanted.

I wrapped my hand around his thick length and began to stroke him. My hand brushed my own aching cock on the upstroke and it ramped my desire for the man higher. I couldn’t continue to tease and avoid the temptation spread out underneath me.

I gave him just a few more strokes as I gave his other nipple attention. Then I pulled away. He let out a whimper as I released him. I smiled down at him, but didn’t touch him again. I’d already told him what I wanted, and that want was growing into a need. I rolled off of him to reach my nightstand.

I withdrew a condom and a small bottle of lube.

“How do you want this?” I asked him.

I could take him any way he desired. As long as I was able to get inside of him, I wasn’t too picky on how I got there.

He thought for a moment before rolling over and getting on his hands and knees. He presented his perfectly round ass to me, and my mouth watered. If he weren’t a one night thing, I would’ve gone in for a taste. But eating the ass of a stranger I picked up at a dive bar had never been on the top of my to do list.

Who knew when the last time he’d actually washed it?

It didn’t matter how delectable his ass looked. I licked my lips and positioned myself behind him. I opened him up quickly, preparing him for my dick. I found his prostate, teasing him with my fingers as I got him ready, making him twitch underneath me until he finally demanded that I fuck him already.

He knew his body better than I did, and if he felt he was ready, who was I to argue?

I suited up and slicked myself with lube. I pushed in slowly at first, but he kept backing up onto me. His knuckles where white with how he gripped the comforter. “You okay?” I confirmed.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Feels—fuck you feel good.”

I gave him a moment to adjust before sliding out and slamming back in. “You like that?”

“Yes,” he panted. “More.”

I gave him more. I listened to his moans and adjusted each time he seemed even the slightest bit uncomfortable with the way that I was fucking him. Every time I slowed down, he backed into me like he was desperate for it to stay at the punishing pace we’d set. I refused to disappoint.

Sweat dripped down my torso and his back. His coiffed hair from the bar was beginning to droop. I reached down and ran my fingers into it, fisting at it and pulling another moan from his lips.

Shit. He liked it rough.

I tugged him up, letting his sweat slick back touch my front. He adjusted himself on my dick. The change in angle sent me reeling. My balls drew up and heat spread through me. “Gonna—” I panted.

He reacted by grinding back on me, tightening his channel.

I reached around to tug at him, my lips attacking his neck as I stroked him. The feeling of his hot release on my hand pushed me over the edge. His tight ass milked me through my release. My movements were sporadic and desperate for more pleasure. I wanted to get every second of pleasure that I could with Jonas, at least for one night.

When my dick finally stopped pulsing, he collapsed down first. I followed after him, landing on him with a soft grunt. “Fuck,” I groaned as I pulled out. “That was…”

“Amazing?” he questioned.

I rolled off of him and nodded. “Your ass is a national treasure.”

He laughed and shook his head. “That’s the first I’ve ever heard that one.”

“It’s true though,” I groaned.

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