31 Cutter #3
I gag at first before I can get on top of it, cum dribbling down my chin. But then I start to swallow and that salty goodness I tasted with his precum is magnified. When he finally spends his load, I lap the leftovers off his cock before settling back on my heels with a satisfied smirk.
“Not bad for your first time,” Aubie teases.
“Was it…good?”
He smiles. “Baby, it was epic.”
I roll my eyes. “You don’t need to exaggerate.”
He pushes up on his elbows and reaches for my hand. “I’m not. It was amazing because it was you.”
I don’t know whether he’s being serious or just stroking my ego. “Really?”
“The only thing that could make it better is if you shove your big cock in my ass.”
I chuckle. “You really are a cum slut, aren’t you?”
“You knew that going in. But guess what, baby?”
“What?”
“I’m your cum slut.”
Something about that warms my chest and I suddenly need to be kissing him. I lean forward and press my lips to his. The kiss starts out slow and sweet and like it always does with us before quickly ratcheting up to warp speed with teeth clashing and tongues warring.
“Fuck, you make me ravenous,” he gasps.
I bite down on his plump lower lip and suck. “Need to fuck you.”
“Lose the pants then, baby.”
I break some kind of land speed record getting out of my pants, tossing them over my shoulder with a sigh of relief as my heavy cock springs free. He licks his lips at the sight and smirks up at me. “Lube and condoms are on the table.”
I grab the bottle of lube and start to hand it to him since he usually preps himself, then stop. “Can I do it?”
“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.”
I squirt a generous dollop into my hand and rub it in my hands to warm it while he grabs his knees and pulls his legs up, giving me a five-star view of his puckered hole.
I scoot closer, holding his legs in place with one arm while running a single finger around his rim before slowly inching a knuckle inside him.
He’s so warm and tight my dick throbs at the thought of fucking him. I slide the finger all the way in and he moans and pushes back against me.
“Oomph,” he moans. “Just like that.”
Feeling a little more confident, I hook the finger and use it to stroke his channel until his breath catches and he bucks against me. Judging by how his ass is clamping on my finger, I just found his prostate.
“Do you like that?” I ask, growing bolder.
He nods. “More.”
I grin and add a second finger, pumping them in and out of his tight hole while he rotates and grinds his ass to accommodate me.
My cock is straining to be inside him while his own is already making an attempt at a comeback.
Figuring he’s getting close to ready, I insert a third finger and scissor them together.
His back arches as he raises his ass to meet my strokes, his whimpers music to my ears.
“Please Cutter. Fuck me.”
I reluctantly pull my fingers out of him and grab a condom, rolling it on and lubing it up before positioning it against his hole.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” he groans. “Please just fuck me.”
I take a deep breath and urge the head of my cock through his tight barrier. Once I’m inside, he lowers his legs and wraps them around my waist, his heels digging into my ass.
I push in another couple of inches, my body shuddering with the need to claim him completely. His ass feels like heaven. Like coming home. For a second the enormity of that reality scares me and I hesitate.
“More,” he whines, pulling me out of my head.
I lower my hips, driving another couple of inches into his delicious heat. When his feet press impatiently against my ass, I bite my lip and let go completely. His wanton sigh fills the room when I finally bottom out.
We stay like that for a moment while I wrestle back some semblance of control. I don’t want to shoot my load on the first downstroke, but my cock is dying for friction. Sweat dribbles down my brow as I slowly start to pull back, my muscles trembling, my breath heaving.
The feel of his tight ass squeezing my cock is nearly enough to send me over the edge. I clench my teeth and concentrate on my breathing. On somehow slowing my racing heart.
Aubie wriggles under me, humping my dick. “Harder,” he moans.
I take it slow when I start to move, pulling all the way out before sinking back inside. Slow and steady, but that pace soon begins to frustrate both of us.
“I won’t break,” he whines. “Ride me hard, Cutter.”
That does it. All he has to do is say my name in that decadent accent and I’m a lost cause. I withdraw my cock until I’m pressing his entrance then slam it home so hard we both grunt.
“Fuuuck yes,” he groans.
I lose my mind a little then, railing his ass mercilessly while he bucks and thrusts beneath me, our balls slapping together in filthy syncopation. Every withdrawal is torture, every downstroke feels like my heart will explode. I can’t fuck him hard enough. Fast enough. Long enough.
I can feel my release racing toward me like a runaway train and I don’t have the mental or physical capacity to slow it down.
“Come with me,” he urges, as though he can read my mind.
Part of me wants to take my time, to savor this, but I’m no longer in control of whatever bodily function regulates that. Something shorts out across my brain and my whole body tenses before my cock explodes and a huge wave of ecstasy overtakes me.
“Cutter!” he moans.
Breathe. Jesus fuck.
When I can put together a rational thought, I look down at him. His chest is decorated with his own cum. Hearing him call my name like that in the throes of orgasm causes my still-throbbing cock to twitch. I lean my forehead against his and work on getting my lungs to function again.
His mouth finds mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before burrowing inside. Kissing him feels so natural. So right. It takes all my willpower to separate from him.
“Did you just come hands free?”
There’s his sly smirk. “That was all you, baby. You were pegging my prostate like the Fourth of July.”
So that’s actually a thing. Almost makes me wish I could experience it.
I start to make a move to get up and grab us a towel, but he closes his arms around me and holds me in place.
“Don’t go anywhere yet. I just want to stay like this a little longer.”
Dangerous that once again he’s reading my mind.