Chapter 20
RAFE
I’ve been dying to get my hands on him all day, though. Entertaining his uncles and family was one thing. That was an easy enough distraction. But they blended right into the party tonight, and every time we saw them, they were enjoying themselves.
Which meant we’d been allowed to entertain ourselves. And we did. We snuck off three times to empty our balls and make out like filthy college boys.
But now we’re alone. We got off enough that we made it to near midnight at the party before we snuck off for the last time. This time, we won’t be returning.
We pull at each other’s clothes, tearing them away until we’re naked just inside my door. The room is dark, with nothing but the moon peeking between clouds to offer us any light. I drag Brent to my bed, gripping his cock on the way down.
He grunts into my mouth as we roll our way onto the bed, moving up toward the pillows where I can reach my nightstand drawer. I drop my hand down his crack to touch his hole, pressing my finger firmly against him.
“God, I need you inside me,” Brent grunts, his body jerking.
“Then let’s prep you.”
He whines in frustration, making me grin against his mouth.
“How about I fill your other hole with my dick while I do? Keep you entertained.”
Brent huffs. “If I weren’t mildly obsessed with your dick, I’d still be complaining.”
Chuckling, I reach for my lube and then press a kiss to his lips before turning around on the bed to lie in the opposite direction beside him. I haul him onto his side so I have better access to his ass.
His mouth immediately takes my length to the back of his throat, and my breath pushes out from my lungs.
God, he’s good at that. So damn good. I was right that he’ll be entertained this way.
I don’t touch him more than to press my mouth to the base of his dick, right above his balls, and enjoy the way he toys with my head between sucking me for quite some time.
When I finally remember what I’m doing, I note that he’s going to need to get me off again before I fuck him.
I’ve dallied too long, and my orgasm is ready once more.
I take my time, sucking his cock like a lollipop and toying with his hole.
There’s no true prepping going on until he sucks an orgasm out of me.
Then I stretch him with purpose while he enjoys my crown and slit.
It sends tendrils of pleasure through my body with every flick of his tongue.
Every low, deep groan as I stretch him wide and fill his hole with lube.
I’m sure he’s ready for me now, but just to see how sensitive his prostate is, I curl my fingers and am rewarded with his hips lurching against me as he cries out with need.
I grip his ass cheek with my hand, give his cock a little suck, and incessantly rub his prostate until he comes down my throat with a series of loud gasps.
I don’t bother to lick him clean, nor wipe my mouth as I drip with his release.
He has a condom in his shaking hands, and I let him roll it on me.
“You still want to ride me, huh?”
“Till the sun comes up,” he pants.
Grinning, I hook his leg over my shoulder, keeping the other stretched out under me, and wait until he’s readied my dick to his liking. Then, I’m lining up with his hole and trying to see his face with the dim light of the moon hiding behind a cloud.
He’s sexy and tight; his body is reflexively responsive to every inch I put inside him. Brent jerks, arches, his fingers dig into my biceps, my chest, my ass cheeks. I bury myself deep and stop to catch my breath.
“It’s a good thing you just sucked me dry,” I say. “You’re the sexiest motherfucker I’ve had my dick in with your inability to keep yourself contained.”
“Fuck me, Rafe,” he answers.
I bend him in what is likely a very uncomfortable way and fuck into his hole as he squawks and cries. His hands remain tight on me, wherever they land, keeping me there. Urging me onward. Fuck him. Fuck him more. Don’t stop fucking him.
I don’t stop for quite some time. Not until I need a break.
Then, I shift us so he’s on top of me. Now he can ride me just as he wanted to.
And he does. He grips the headboard and bounces on my dick with gusto.
As if I’m a bucking bronco and he’s ready to be thrown off, but it’s all his doing.
He doesn’t slow. Doesn’t stop his loud vocalizations.
My hands smooth up his torso and pinch his nipples, earning myself a break in his rhythm as he jerks. I find his weakness when I wrap my hand around his neck. Brent goes wild, losing control entirely.
Keeping my grip on his neck, I push him backwards and follow him down so he’s under me. I carry my weight on one hand beside his head and keep my other around his neck and fuck him.
He’s crazy like this. Losing his mind in a lust haze as he begs to get off. I don’t choke him. I don’t think I even interfere with his breathing with where I’m keeping my hand. But it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen as I fuck him like this until he comes all over himself.
I don’t let go of his neck until I need to come too, enjoying the way he’s still losing his mind. I pull my dick out, tear the condom off, and my cum joins his, painting his stomach. I stare at it, sweat dripping from my forehead.
Without knowing what I’m doing, I run my fingers through it and then to his mouth where he sucks them clean. I lean down, kissing him. Sharing my release in his mouth.
Then my body falls onto his with an oomph and squelch. I’m not sure where the condom went. With my luck, I’ll step on it in the morning. At this moment, I can’t seem to care.
“Best Christmas ever,” Brent murmurs, his arms wrapping around me.
Sighing, I fall into a very happy sleep. One that can’t last more than a few hours before Brent is waking me up. He slides a condom down my dick and climbs on, riding my cock until we’re both sleepily coming again.
The night becomes a mixture of peaceful dreams and orgasms that carry us through right to the sun peeking over the horizon. I didn’t close my curtains last night, so it’s beginning to stretch its long fingers into my room while I have Brent hanging off the bed with my cock driving into his hole.
He’s almost screaming in this position I have him in.
His face is all kinds of pretty red as his blood rushes down.
I watch him, transfixed, while I continue to fuck him, driving into him as hard as I can at this angle.
His fingers splay on the floor, preventing him from falling off the bed with each of my thrusts.
After a while, I pull back and drag him onto the bed. I shove him down with his face in the pillows before lying on top of him again. With my hand under his knee, I pull his leg up until it’s practically touching his nose, his back curled down so I can wrap my hand around his neck.
As he had last night, Brent loses his mind while I fuck him. The way his body tenses and shudders, how he cries out into the bed, his fingers digging into me, has me nearly delirious with lust. Have I ever been so turned on? Not possible.
I fuck him in this position until I need to come. Pulling out, I rip the condom off and drop my load onto his back.
Brent whines a breathless complaint, reaching behind him to get my cock back into his ass. I slide back in, letting his leg go. He groans as he stretches out. He reaches behind again to grip his ass cheeks wide for me, and I stare as I watch my dick pump in and out of him.
I’m not really hard, am I? How can I still be hard? But I still move inside him. Bury my dick in deep, feeling how hot his body is around me. He releases his ass cheeks and reaches back further to try to grasp me. Making sure I still fuck him.
But I’m tired. I drop my body on him and wrap my arms under his shoulders and neck, burying my face in his sweaty hair.
“Keep fucking me, Rafe,” he says, exhaustion making his voice crack.
“Gladly,” I agree.
And I do. I don’t think I leave his hole for hours, even if I’m not quite hard enough to fuck him with purpose. My cock remains a part of his body until the sun is fully up, and I find another wave of energy to fuck him again.
He likes this angle. I’m hitting his prostate just right as I slam into him over and over and over until his screams are hoarse and his orgasm makes his body shake with convulsions. Even when he’s empty, I’m not, so I don’t stop until I give him my load.
Then finally, and only then, I collapse on top of him.
“I’m so sore,” Brent grumbles. “Don’t move.”
I laugh breathlessly. “Your hole must be raw by now.”
“I think so. You sure know how to fuck a guy and make sure he remembers it for life.”
“Or at least for the next twelve hours. Every time you sit down.”
Brent laughs.
I hug him tightly, never letting my hold on him slacken while we catch our breaths.
When I pull up, I keep my not-hard-at-all dick in his hole, forcing his legs wide so I can remain lodged there, and knead my hands into his thighs, his back, his shoulders, and his ass cheeks. Listening to the way he moans quietly.
There’s nothing pornographic about the way he moans, and yet, if I hadn’t just been in his ass for the past several hours, I’d be hard again. Unfortunately—or fortunately, in this case—my dick needs a break.
So I massage him until he’s completely lax on the bed beneath me, his body nothing but a limp noodle.
With a sigh, I lean down to place a soft kiss on the back of his shoulders, and then grudgingly pull my dick out of his hole. I watch, mesmerized, as my cum leaks out. Dripping down his taint and over his balls. How many times did I come inside him?
Fuck. When did I stop wearing a condom?
“Brent?”
“Yeah, I know,” he says, sighing.
“I don’t…”
“Me neither.”
I can’t look away, though. It’s… strangely hot. Watching my seed drip from him. Why is it so hot? When he shifts, I meet his eyes. He looks a little concerned.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing. I’ve unlocked a new kink, I think.”
“What’s that?” he asks, amused.
I gently pull him to his feet and reach my fingers between his cheeks to stroke the mess there. “My cum inside you. Dripping out.”
Brent shivers. “Yeah, that’s as hot as it is gross.”
Laughing, I scoop him into my arms, enjoying the way he yelps and then glares at me, and carry him into the bathroom. I’m positive I leave a trail of cum behind. It hits my leg and foot several times. I’m not even sorry.
I deposit him in the shower, turning the water on and then heading for the sink for our toothbrushes. The dot of toothpaste on each wafts a slightly minty scent as I return to him, where we brush our teeth in the shower as the water warms.
“You don’t want a puddle of your jizz on the floor, huh?” he asks around the toothbrush.
“I just left a trail for the birds from the bed to the bathroom.”
He flushes, grinning around his toothbrush.
When we’re finished, I return the toothbrushes to their respective holders before joining him in the shower. Brent immediately comes into my chest, pressing his lips to my collarbone and wrapping me in his arms.
I adjust his arms so they’re around my neck and reach for the removable showerhead. Keeping it pointed at his ass, I change the stream of water until I find the one I’m looking for and bring it to his ass.
“Oh my god,” he mutters, burying his face in my neck. I think his cheeks are red as I spread his other cheeks to reach his hole.
“Time to wash my load out of you,” I say cheerily.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
“Too much pressure? Too hot?”
“I… don’t know. I’m fucking sore.”
“I’m sure you are. I think I’ve been in your ass more hours than I haven’t been since midnight.”
He hums. After a few minutes of his fidgeting, he sinks his weight into me as I clean his sexy hole of our playtime.
“I’m sorry about the condom. I don’t even know when I stopped putting one on.”
“I think I’m responsible for you not,” Brent admits. “I think you pulled out to come, and when you were done, I wanted you back inside me. I’m so far gone when you’re fucking me that I didn’t even think about it.”
“I know the feeling,” I say, voice quiet. I brush my fingers along his sensitive flesh, sure that he’s definitely been fucked raw. “I’m absolutely hypnotized by you.”
Brent shivers.
“But I think your ass needs a break.”
“Good thing we have all day.”
“You think that’s enough time, do you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. But I don’t really care.”
“Oh?”
“Rafe, I will live on your damn dick this week,” he murmurs softly. “I’ve dreamt about this.”
My arm tightens around him, and I kiss his shoulder. “We’ll see how your ass is tonight.”
“Fine, but don’t hold your breath that you’re getting a break. I’m going to be dripping your cum every single morning from now on.”
I grin. “That a fact?”
“That’s a promise. And you’re going to do this every morning.”
“Clean you?”
“Hold me,” he says quietly. “And yeah. Clean my ass so it’s ready for the next time.”
I press a soft kiss to his temple. “Gladly.”