Evan
The elbow Reese smashes into my ribs catches me off guard, but I can’t say I’m surprised.
The guy is the walking embodiment of repressed.
Seems a little force is needed. I grab his wrist and force his arm behind his back.
As expected he leans forward, trying to escape the small bite of pain.
I drape myself over his back, biting down on his earlobe.
“Look at us, Reese. We were made to fight. Made to fuck. It’s ok to want it. I’ll make it so good for you.”
The small whimper he releases tells me he wants this, even as his mouth spills out a denial. “You’re delusional. I’d never want you.”
My hand trails down his abs, dipping into the joggers he’s wearing.
I grab a handful of his dick. “Then why are you hard for me? Don’t worry.
I don’t actually expect an answer. Lord knows, you’d never admit to wanting a man, but we both know you want this.
I promise I’m gonna make this so good for you, Princess. ”
Reese lets out a long groan and relaxes in my hold, submitting, just like the good boy I knew he would be.
I pull his joggers down to his knees, and place both of his hands on the sink.
“Keep your hands there and your eyes on us. I want you to know it’s a man giving you this pleasure.
” I sink to my knees and lick a stripe from his balls to his hole.
I’ve gotten enough compliments on my ass to know it’s a whole ass meal, and well… I’m starving.
I’ll admit it’s a little weird eating my own ass, but the moans pouring out of Reese make it worth it.
As much as I’d like to see if I could make him cum with just my tongue, we are in a public space.
We need to hurry before anyone else comes in.
I surge to my feet, and pull the wallet out of Reese’s back pocket.
Since it’s mine, I know good and well there’s an emergency condom and packet of lube. Gotta stay prepared.
I roll the condom on, thoroughly impressed by Reese’s dick.
It’s a fucking monster, and I hope I get a chance to ride it, if we ever make it back to our own bodies.
I squirt some of the lube on my fingers and carefully but efficiently open Reese up.
When he’s squirming and pushing back on my fingers, I know he’s ready.
I line up and gently push in. Reese tries to raise up on his toes, but I have a firm hold on his hips.
“There is no escaping this. You’re gonna take this dick, aren’t you, Princess? ”
“Mmmm fuuuuuuck. Yes. I need it. Please Evan. Please take me.” Because he asked so politely, I do exactly as he asks.
I pound into him, hard enough for him to feel for the next few days.
Sweat is pouring down my back, but fuck this feels so good.
I never thought I’d be fucking Reese Kensington of all people, but I’ve learned over the past week, he’s not at all who I thought he was.
A part of me hopes when we go back to normal, that we can see where this thing goes.
“Say you want me. Say you’re mine. Mine to fuck.
Mine to keep. When all this is over, say you’ll stay. ”
Reese keens as I peg his prostate. “YES!” he shouts.
“I’m yours Evan. Now. In the future. I. Am.
Yours.” Each word is emphasized by him thrusting back to meet me.
I wrap a hand around his neck and pull him into a standing position.
His back is flush to my chest. His head drops back to rest on my shoulder, and his hands latch on to my hair.
We make eye contact in the mirror, and I feel a tug in my chest. The way his eyes widen, makes me wonder if he felt it too.
Our eyes are locked onto each other, almost like there’s a chain connecting us.
Suddenly the room spins. When my vision clears, I feel a warmth against my back.
“What the fuck was that?” Reese says in my ear. I turn my head, and realize I’m looking at Reese, in his own body. Our gazes snap back to each other in the mirror.
“We swapped back! Thank fuck!” I exclaim.
I shift, intending to turn, but the movement causes Reese’s dick to drag across my prostate, because now I’m the one getting fucked.
We both groan at the sensation. My hands reattach to Reese’s hair, and I tug him down into a kiss.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I mumble against his lips.
“Not a chance in hell.”
This man fucks like a God. He pulls my hands from his hair and pushes against my back. I bend over and hold on to the sink for dear life. Reese sets a pace that sets my blood on fire. For someone who has never been with a man before, he has no problem finding my prostate with complete accuracy.
“Mmmm there Reese. Right. Fucking. There. Harder. Harder. I’m so close.
” I’m practically whining at this point.
Reese wraps one of his big hands around my dick.
One pump and I’m done for. I cum so hard I see stars.
Reese’s grip on my hips tightens to the point of leaving bruises as he pushes in as far as he can get.
His hips stutter, as he finds his release, and I find myself almost regretting the condom.
A part of me resents the barrier between us.
When he slumps against me, I want to snuggle into his hold, but I know we can’t.
We’ve been lucky not to get caught this far.
No need to push our luck. After we shower—separately—I’m feeling a little awkward.
Did he mean what he said, or was it just sex talk?
Do I ask? Caught up in my own thoughts, I don’t notice Reese until his arms wrap around my waist.
“I meant it, we’ll figure this out. I promise.” he says, as he presses a gentle kiss to my neck.