Chapter 43 #2
I give him a few peeks as I pull my foreskin back and forth over my crown. He stares as he lets his shirt fall to the ground and undoes his pants, a bit more rushed. Graceful as ever, he frees his legs and kicks off his shoes in the process, leaving him in black dress socks and nothing else.
It works for me.
His cock, as long and slender and perfect as he is, stands proud and tall, a shine bouncing off his tip. “I keep thinking about helicopters,” he says.
“You’re mine,” I tell him, advancing. “I don’t care who knows.”
“Fuck…”
Hands on his hips, I press our dicks together and walk him backward until his ass meets the concrete barrier keeping him from falling to his death.
He gasps at the impact, grabbing my arms reflexively.
It’s a high wall—hitting his mid back. It’s low enough to get a view if you lean over it, but high enough to shield what I’m about to do to him from a neighboring building.
His hair blows in the breeze, and I kiss him aggressively, taking over his mouth with my tongue. “I need you,” I say before kissing him again.
“Any particular reason?”
“You’ve turned me into an animal.”
“You’ve been an animal. I think I might have left the cage unlocked, though.”
“Mmph…” I kiss him again, briefly, before I can’t stand not being inside him anymore, and I turn him roughly around.
I take in his body, the supple curves of his ass, the smooth, muscled plane of his back, his long, lean thighs.
I run a hand between them, wanting them spread.
I take hold of my cock again and slap it against his ass as he does exactly what I want him to do, which is grab the barrier and present himself for me.
“That’s right baby. Show me that pretty little hole. ”
With every slap of my cock against his firm buttocks, I feel a fresh surge of lust. His asshole winks at me, and I give his flesh a firm smack, hard enough to sting my hand.
“Ah—” he exhales as he comes up on his toes. “Yes.”
“Mm… That’s for keeping me hard all morning.”
“I’m sorry,” he breathes.
I spank him again. “This slutty hole has one job.”
“To let you use it?”
“To take me.”
His sac hangs heavy between his thighs, and I get a firm grip on it, massaging and pulling at it, stretching and squeezing it.
“Fuck—Gibson. That feels good. Shit, I’m so hard.”
“I’ll show you hard.” Jesus, I’m an animal today.
Hurriedly, I unbutton my shirt and get the lube out of my pants before shoving them to my ankles.
With my dick slick and coated, I spit on his hole, watching my saliva pool inside his opening.
Guiding my dick with my hand, I punch through his always too-tight ring and sink deep, bottoming out in his ass.
We both grunt at the snug fit and the actualization of this primal need that rarely lets up between us. If anything, I want him more now than I did in the beginning. Every day, my desire to stake my claim kicks up a notch, like any moment might be our last.
But I refuse to believe that as I shove my cock through his tight, clenching channel, using only his hips to anchor and aim my thrusts.
It’s not the most loving way to fuck someone, but he’ll have to forgive my selfishness. He has no idea what the sight of him can do to me.
“Unh…fuck…” he groans, throwing his head back before dropping it between his shoulders. I smack his ass for the slight jiggle it gives when I pound him harder. He whimpers, and I do it again on his other cheek.
The smack of flesh on flesh is loud—even by New York standards. Our balls slap together which feels singularly unreal, and my hips thud against his ass. “You’re gonna come for me like this.”
“Fuck…”
I smack him with an underhand again. “Say yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir. I’m gonna come for you. You’re gonna make me come just like this.”
“That’s right, baby. Nothing but my cock in this pretty hole, because this is my hole, and you are mine.”
“Yes. I’m yours. I’m so fucking yours.”
I step into him, repositioning his hips to get a better angle on his prostate, and he definitely notices. “Jesus Christ. Fuck, that’s so goddamn good.”
“Tell me about it, baby. Tell me how it feels.”
“Your cock’s so thick and hot,” he sputters as I rail him even harder. “I need your cum. I need to feel it.”
“You’re gonna feel me all day, Christian.
Now make some fucking noise.” I grab him by the shoulder to get some extra leverage, and I thoroughly wreck his ass.
Up here, in the open air, with the man I love so profoundly crying out for me, all the darkest and lightest parts of me find asylum.
The way his body opens and welcomes me, the ever-present veil of resistance he allows me to break through, the cries of pleasure he doesn’t hold back—give me the kind of freedom I haven’t felt since I first came to the city, independent and alive with possibility.
I’ve found myself again in him.
“Umph…oh God…”
“What’s that, baby?”
“Gonna come.”
“Fuck, yeah. Give it to me,” I grunt, slowing down enough to really feel him on my cock. The tight friction on my shaft is electrifying. I’m not even finished, and I already want him again. On my desk. On his knees. Inside me.
We come at the same time, releasing twin cries that carry with the wind. Carefully, I rock back and forth, stroking out every drop of cum I can possibly leave inside him while aftershocks tremble through my limbs and blood rushes to my head, making our surroundings fuzzy.
His load splatters on the concrete barrier loudly enough to make its own sound.
His knees give out, and I have to catch him as he stumbles forward.
I pull him to my chest and bite down on his shoulder as one more surge pulses out of me.
His head falls against mine like a rag doll’s as he lets me support his body weight. “That was…”
“Hm?” I’d love to hear his word for it. I certainly can’t come up with one.
“The best.”
“Ever?” I press him.
“Fucking ever.”
“Mmm…not sure how I feel about that,” I say, kissing the spot where I bit him.
“Proud?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t trying to set a new bar.”
His laugh is soft as he raises an arm and cradles my head against his. I’m reluctant to slide out of him, but my cock is softening, and he’s so relaxed, he won’t be able to hold me much longer.
My dick slips out. He groans when I rush to stuff my cum back inside him with my fingers. I plug him. His slick, wet heat around my fingers is just as good as it had been on my cock. “I love your body.”
“I can tell.”
I huff. Fair. “We should go out to the Hamptons this weekend. Just us.”
“What about…”
Everything?
That’s what I’m guessing he wants to say.
“I don’t know. I might need a little more convincing before I upend my entire life.”
He shifts, shooting a glare at me.
I grin. “I have a plan, and it’s gonna be a few days. But being here is gonna drive me crazy.”
“Yeah, I get it. Me too.”
“You okay?” I ask him, checking in again.
“I trust you,” he says, which isn’t entirely reassuring, but I’ll take it.
“You can, you know?” I ask, kissing the corner of his mouth with my fingers still swimming inside him. “I promise.”