Page 115 of Don't Look Down

Using my knees, I spread his legs wide. He’s splayed out on his bed in an X-rated version of that fucking hip stretch. I’ll never be able to see him warm up again without picturing him naked and begging for me to fuck him.

Grabbing the lube, I pour a generous amount onto my hand and make sure I’m good and slick. His fingers were deep inside his ass, but my dick is still a bit thicker.

Grasping my shaft, I slide forward, nudging my cockhead against his hole. I grab his hip to hold him steady.

His hips rock back, engulfing the head of my cock. “Do it, Sky. Fuck me.” He’s so fucking tight. The pressure is perfection, his heat pulling me closer to the edge.

My hands grip both of his hips, I punch my hips forward, slamming into him hard. He fucking screams for me. Shouting his pleasure, his hands scramble and clutch the bedsheets. He manages to get some leverage and fuck himself back onto my dick.

That’s the only green light I need. Shifting, I position myself half kneeling, half standing behind him, my hand pressing him down into the mattress. My hips rock and roll, fucking into him, pounding his ass. Grunts and groans fill the room, the slick slap of my thighs hitting his. We’re soaked in sweat. Drowning in pleasure.

His ass clenches around me, and I know I’m close. “Jack yourself off for me, baby,” I order Landon. “I need to feel your ass squeeze me while I paint your insides with my cum.”

He shifts enough to shove one arm under his body to reach his shaft. He gasps, and I know he’s stroking his dick for me. I pump inside of him faster.

“Ungh,” he shouts, his hand flying over his dick. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ohshit.I’m gonna cum.”

He gasps, then groans, “I’m coming.” His ass spasms around my cock, and I lose the tenuous grasp I had on my control. My vision blanks out, toes curling. My cock shoots spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside of him. He’s moaning the whole time.

Jesus, fuck. Sex with Landon is the best high. It quite possibly tops skydiving. Gently, I pull out, and collapse next tohim. He rolls and melts into my arms, nuzzling his face deep into my neck.

Our chests rise and fall with our slowing breaths.

A beat or two passes. Landon tenses, then laughs. His shoulders shake.

Rearing my head back, I look at him, smiling softly, “What?”

“Your cum is dripping out of my ass. It’s a bit trippy. That’s not something I ever expected to feel.”

My shoulders shake and my laughter joins his. This is the first time we’ve had sex since getting our fresh set of negative results.

I raise my nose and sniff. “Well, someone insisted on having the honor before I could.” I raise my hand. “I call dibs next.”

His head nods against me. “Yes. Definitely, yes. I’m going to need to watch my cum leak out of you.”

Fuck. It’s impossible to get hard after that, but damn if my dick doesn’t twitch against my thigh.

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Landon

After a trip to the bathroom for some cleanup, I don’t bother dressing. I find Sky on his stomach on my bed. He’s naked, his phone in his hands, while he doom scrolls. I crawl partially up the bed to rest my head on his lower back, and wrap an arm over his ass.

His body shakes beneath me as he laughs. “Are you hugging my ass?”

“I might be, but I mean, can you blame me? It’s a fantastic ass.”

His smile is audible, when he responds, “Thanks, I work hard for thesenalgasto look this good.”

He flexes his cheeks, making me laugh. Using a fingertip, I trace some of the ink on his skin. Goosebumps rise in my wake, and he shivers. “How awful did this feel?”

“Pretty terrible, honestly, but healing was so much worse.”

“Oh, fuck. That itching goes soul deep, and you can’t scratch it.” I grimace in sympathy, remembering the feeling when my own tattoo was healing.

“Yup,” he replies. “Too bad I love tattoos. I have more planned and still need to finish out my chest piece and leg sleeve.”

Thane’s brother-in-law pops into my head. “Maverick, right? He’s your artist?”

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