Chapter 21 #2
I gently guide his head back down and let out a shameless moan when the wet heat of his mouth wraps around my length.
Then, when he’s moving over me again, I flip the cap of the lube open and pour some onto my fingers.
When they’re good and slick, I toss the lube aside and gently cradle his head with my clean hand to help control his rhythm.
He lets me slow him down so he’s moving at a more tolerable pace as I lean over him and rub my slippery fingers between his full cheeks, then dip them down to run them over his hole.
West moans around me and tries to speed up, but I use the hold I have on his head to keep him moving at the pace I want at the same time I push my finger inside him.
His choked pleasure sounds fill the air as I slowly slide my finger through his tight passage, and I slip in a second one as soon as I feel him loosen around me.
I hastily prep him with two fingers, making sure to nail his prostate while also pulling him off my dick at regular intervals so he can breathe.
Having complete control over him like this is incredible, but it’s his willing submission that makes every moment so much better.
We continue like this for a few minutes, but I eventually have to pull him off me for good when it gets to be too much.
His eyes are glazed and dreamy as he looks up at me, and I carefully pull my fingers out of him.
As much as I want to yank him onto my lap and have him ride me until we’re both coming, he needs something different tonight.
Wordlessly, I slip my hands under his armpits and give him a little tug. He takes the hint and shakily gets to his feet. I pull my pants up and quickly tuck myself away. He glances down at his own sweats, which are still sitting just under his ass, then looks back up at me in confusion.
“Don’t worry,” I say in my sex voice and pull his pants up for him. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Heat flares in his eyes, and I hold out my hand. He takes it and he lets me lead him over to my bed.
Instead of tossing him onto it like he’s probably expecting, I give him a long, deep kiss to help him get back to his happy place, then I pull his shirt up by the hem. He lifts his arms so I can get it off him, and he toes off his shoes as I tug off my tank top.
While I’m getting my own shoes off, he kicks off his sweats and underwear, then he shamelessly watches as I pull off my socks.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, his hungry eyes roving over my chest and thighs. “How are you this hot?”
“Genetics and a competitive spirit,” I say lightly and push my pants down so they puddle at my feet.
He licks his lips and drags his eyes up and down my body elevator-style, and I don’t miss the little bead of precum that slides down his shaft when I do the same with my underwear.
This is the first time he’s seen me naked, and I’m not in any rush as I finish pulling off my clothes and toss them aside.
I know I look good, and I put a lot of work into my body. I’m no stranger to compliments or lustful looks, but seeing the hunger in West’s eyes as he drinks me in just hits different, and I don’t hate the little tingles that spread through my chest at his obvious appreciation.
He lifts his hand, like he’s going to reach for me, but quickly drops it.
“Do you like what you see?” I ask.
He shoots me a flat look. “What do you think?”
“I think someone’s feeling sassy.”
He grins impishly. “Maybe.”
“Do you want to touch me?” I trace the tips of my fingers down the center of my chest and stomach, but stop before I reach my dick.
“What do you think?” he asks again, his eyes glued to where my hand is resting against my lower abs.
Chuckling, I use my other hand to give his shoulder a little push. “On my bed.”
His eyes go dark with desire as he climbs onto my bed and shifts so he’s more in the middle of the mattress without me having to tell him.
Seeing him all spread out and ready for me, his pale skin luminous against the dark navy of my bedspread, is beyond sexy, and I give myself a few strokes as I take him in.
“You like what you see?” he asks, repeating my earlier words.
His soft voice and the way he’s peering up at me through his lashes would seem coy or flirty on anyone else, but I know his question is coming from a place of doubt.
Instead of answering, I climb onto the bed and lie over him.
He spreads his legs so I can settle with my hips between his thighs.
“You’re gorgeous, West,” I tell him. “I’ve always thought so.”
“You have?”
I nod.
If he were anyone else, I’d think he was fishing for compliments, but again, I know he’s only asking because he truly doesn’t see how gorgeous he is.
I lean down to kiss him again, and the soft sigh he lets out when I brush my lips against his settles some of the restless energy still buzzing inside me.
Our kisses quickly go from sweet and soft to hot and hard, and soon we’re right back to the same level of frenzy and need from before we moved to the bed, and I don’t stop West when he starts rocking under me and dragging his dick against mine.
Pleasure and need fill me in equal measure, and I break the kiss so I can go grab lube and a condom, but he just wraps his arms and legs around me like a crazed koala and holds me in place.
“I need to get supplies,” I tell him with a soft chuckle.
“You don’t have to,” he says, still clinging to me. “I went to the school doc after I found out about McKenna and I got my results.” He pauses as indecision flickers across his features. “So if you’re negative too…”
He lets that hang in the air.
“Are you sure?” I ask, giving him an out in case this is a heat-of-the-moment idea and not something he actually wants.
He nods.
I settle back over him. “I hope to fuck you’re prepped enough, because I can’t be gentle right now.”
A wicked grin stretches his lips. “Don’t be gentle.”
That’s all the invitation I need, and I cover his mouth with mine, giving him a hard kiss at the same time I grip my length.
He lets out a loud moan and arches into me, spreading his legs even wider as I guide my cock toward his hole.
It takes a few tries to get the right angle, and we both groan when I finally slip inside him.
The next few minutes are a blur of tangled limbs and writhing bodies as I fuck him with zero chill, but he’s just as feral as I am, and his encouraging cries and the way he grips my ass and tries to force me to go even faster and harder tell me he doesn’t mind my lack of finesse.
“Oh god, Ant.” He buries his face in my neck and sucks hard on my skin.
I groan as the sting of pain mixes and mingles with the nearly overwhelming pleasure to create something even more intense and incredible.
All too soon, I can feel my orgasm gathering low in my body, and I give him one last hard thrust, staying as deep in him as I can for a few beats, then pull out.
He makes a sound of protest, but I just press a quick kiss to his lips to quiet him.
“You ready for more?” I ask, my lips brushing his with each word.
His breathing hitches as I climb off him, and I give his hip a gentle slap. “On your knees.”
He immediately flips onto his stomach and gets into position.
Settling behind him, I put one hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the small of his back.
“So hot.” I gently push his back down until he’s sitting in frog pose with his knees spread wide and his ass close to the mattress as he leans forward and holds himself up with his arms.
Sitting back on my heels, I spread my legs as wide as I can so I’m as low on the bed as he is and shift closer until my cock brushes his ass.
“Ant,” he says on a soft moan.
“You’re doing good, babe.” I soothe and bump my dick against his waiting hole.
He freezes for a few beats, presumably at the endearment, but I just rub my tip over his hole until he relaxes.
“Ready?” I grip his shoulder with one hand and hold my dick in place with the other.
“Yeah, do it.”
Chuckling at how impatient he sounds, I slowly push into him, and I don’t stop until my thighs are against his ass and I’m fully sheathed in him.
I’ve never gone bare with anyone before West, and it isn’t just the physical differences that are making it hard to hold on to my control.
It feels amazing to not have barriers between us, and my dick is way more sensitive without the condom, but it’s the emotional aspect of it that I wasn’t expecting.
Going bare is the ultimate form of trust, at least for me. It’s also the most primitive and primal way you can connect with someone, and until West, I never once even considered not using protection with past partners, and it’s always been one of my hard lines.
But just like everything else where West is concerned, my usual rules go right out the window, and now the only thing that could make me suit up with him is if it would be more convenient to contain the mess, or if he asks me to.
West bumps his hips back impatiently. I hold him in place for a second, and he takes the hint and stops trying to move back on me. When he’s still again, I slide my other hand up his back, then wrap both of them around the junctions where his neck and shoulders meet and hold the base of his throat.
I’m not pushing on his windpipe at all, and I’m too far gone to risk pressing down on his carotid arteries right now, but the illusion of being restrained seems to be enough for him, and he lets out a low moan when I snap my hips and drive my dick as deep in him as I can.
West clenches around me, and I slide my hands a little lower and use my grip on his shoulders as leverage to yank him back against me as I fuck him like a man possessed.
The scrape of my bed sliding on the floor and my headboard slamming into the wall is loud and obvious, but I’m beyond caring that we’re not being quiet or careful. And by West’s loud moans and even louder cries, he’s not all that worried about being quiet either.
I greedily drag my gaze over his body as I pound into him, and the sight of my cock disappearing into his ass as his cheeks jiggle and shake from the impact of my thrusts is so damn hot I can already feel my orgasm creeping up on me.
Instead of trying to get ahead of it by switching positions again, I yank West back so he’s leaning against me and wrap my arm around his shoulders to hold him in place.
He grips my arm and sags against me, giving me complete control over his body and his pleasure.
I’m nearly feral with need as I pepper his neck and throat with messy, wet kisses and grip his cock in my hand. He’s hard and hot and slick with precum, and I stroke him in time with my thrusts.
I’d love to make him come hands-free again, but I won’t be able to hold out that long, and I refuse to come first.
“Oh fuck. Ant.” I can almost feel his low moan as he presses his cheek against mine.
I suck his earlobe between my lips and gently scrape my teeth over the sensitive skin.
He shudders and grips my arms tighter.
“Come for me, West,” I practically growl in his ear. “Come for me and show me who this ass belongs to.”
He whimpers and pushes back on my cock, forcing me to go even deeper inside him as he slides his dick through the circle of my hand.
I’m teetering right on the edge of release, and I shift the angle of my hips as I aim for his prostate.
I must find my mark because he lets out a strangled cry, then his inner walls spasm around me as he shudders in my arms and comes hard.
My own orgasm explodes out of me, and just like the other times with him, the world blinks in and out of existence as we ride the waves of pleasure together and enjoy our releases.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters and slumps in my arms as the haze of afterglow settles over us. “You killed me.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” I nuzzle his cheek. “And it’s your fault for being so damn hot.”
He chuckles and turns his face toward mine. I meet his kiss and run my hands over his chest and stomach.
I don’t know if he waxes or if he’s just naturally hairless, but the smooth expanse of his skin and his feather-soft treasure trail feel nice under my hands.
Eventually my dick softens enough to fall out of him.
“I don’t like that part,” he says against my lips.
“Yeah, not a fan of that, either.” I peck one more kiss against his lips, then let him go.
He sits back on his heels, but by the tight set of his shoulders and how he immediately drops his gaze to the comforter in front of him, he’s slipped out of his happy place again.
“Wait here.” I drop a kiss on the back of his neck, then another on the back of his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
He doesn’t move as I get off the bed, and he doesn’t look up as I go to my bedside table and pull a wet wipe out of the packet I keep in there. I quickly clean myself up, and he’s still frozen in place when I toss the used wipe in the trash and pull a few more out of the packet.
“Here.” I press the wipes into his hand.
He takes them, but his movements are jerky and almost robotic as he cleans himself up. When he’s done, I take the wipes and toss them in the trash for him.
He finally looks at me when I get back into bed with him.
“Lay down.” I give his ass a little pat.
He shoots me a surprised look, then does what I asked.
I lay down next to him and slip my arm under his shoulders. He doesn’t resist as I pull him against me, but he’s stiff and tense, and I don’t need to ask him what he’s thinking to know his mind is probably going at a million miles an hour right now.
“Relax,” I tell him. “Cuddling is supposed to be chill time, not stay tense and wait for your chance to bail time.”
“I’m not waiting for my chance to bail,” he says quickly. “I was waiting for you to kick me out.”