25. Bloom #4
I wrapped my hand around both of our shafts at the same time. The sheer girth of his erection made it difficult, but I managed to grip us together. I squeezed tight. Our hot skin pressed flush against each other. I started to stroke our joined cocks with a steady, punishing rhythm.
The friction of our bodies rubbing together was blinding. I pumped my hand up and down. I used the thick wetness to glide smoothly over our sensitive heads. I kept my face buried in his armpit, licking and sucking the musky skin while my hand worked us both toward the edge.
Draco thrashed beneath me. He fought against the grip I had on his wrists.
He did not try to escape. He just needed an outlet for the overwhelming pleasure.
His hips bucked upward to meet the downward stroke of my hand.
The wet slapping sounds of our joined erections filled the heavy air of the bedroom.
“Nico,” Draco choked out. His voice was completely wrecked. “Fuck. Keep doing that.”
I pumped my hand faster. I squeezed the bases of our cocks tightly before sliding up over the blunt tips. I pulled back from his armpit just enough to look at his face.
I leaned over and kissed him deeply. I forced my tongue into his mouth. I tasted my own saliva and the lingering flavor of his dark arousal. He kissed me back with a starving violence. Our teeth clashed. We devoured each other while my hand maintained the relentless pace below.
I pulled my mouth away from his. My chest heaved as I looked down at his flushed face. The friction of my hand on our joined cocks was incredible, but it was not enough. I needed him inside me. I needed the absolute fullness of his massive girth stretching me open.
“Lube,” I gasped. I released my grip on his wrists and moved my hand off our slick shafts. “Get the lube, Draco.”
Draco did not hesitate. He rolled slightly to his right and reached a long arm toward the heavy oak nightstand. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a thick glass bottle. He handed it to me. His dark eyes watched my every move with a starving intensity.
I took the bottle. I popped the cap open with my thumb. I shifted my weight and straddled his hips. I poured a generous pool of the thick, clear liquid directly onto the center of his chest. Then I poured another heavy dollop into my palm.
I reached down and wrapped my slick hand around the base of his towering erection.
I squeezed tight and dragged my palm upward.
I coated every inch of his thick shaft with the cold lubricant.
I swirled my fingers around the blunt, heavy head.
I worked the slickness into the sensitive slit.
Draco hips jerked upward involuntarily against my hand.
I poured more lube onto my fingers. I reached back and pressed my slick digits against my own tight entrance.
I rubbed the lubricant over my swollen ring of muscle.
I pushed a single finger inside to make sure I was completely ready for him.
The heat of my own body melted the thick liquid instantly.
I pulled my finger out and moved my hips forward. I aligned my wet hole perfectly over the blunt tip of his massive cock. I did not sink down right away. I hovered there. I let the very tip of him brush against my sensitive entrance.
I leaned forward and braced my hands flat against his broad chest. I looked directly into his black, blown-out eyes.
“You said you wanted to breed me,” I whispered. My voice was a dark, taunting rasp in the quiet room. “Do you still want to do that? Do you want to breed this tight little wet hole, Draco?”
A feral growl ripped from his throat. His hands flew up and grabbed my hips with a bruising, possessive force. His long fingers dug deep into my flesh.
“Fuck, yes,” Draco snarled. His fangs extended fully. “Take it. Take my fucking cock, Nico.”
I smiled a wicked, breathless smile. I lifted my hips an inch and then dropped my weight down.
The intrusion was staggering. I sank onto his thick shaft with a loud, wet gasp. He stretched me completely wide open. The sheer girth of him pushed my internal muscles to their absolute limit. I took half of his length and stopped. My entire body trembled from the intense pressure.
Draco let out a ragged breath. He kept his hands locked on my hips. He did not force me down. He let me adjust to the brutal stretch.
“Good boy,” he murmured. He rubbed his thumbs over my hip bones. “Take your time. Take all of it.”
I took a deep breath and pushed myself down again.
The thick ridge of his cock slid past a sensitive bundle of nerves inside me.
My vision flashed white. I sank down until our bodies pressed flush together.
I took him to the absolute hilt. My wet hole swallowed every single inch of his massive erection.
We both groaned loudly at the complete connection. The fullness was unbelievable. I felt completely anchored to him. I sat perfectly still for a long moment. I let the raw, emotional weight of the act settle over us. We were bound together in the most intimate way possible.
I started to move. I lifted my hips slowly. I slid up the slick length of his shaft until only the blunt head remained inside me. Then I dropped my weight back down with a heavy, wet slap.
The sensation was blinding. I established a steady, punishing rhythm. I rode him with a desperate hunger. I bounced on his lap, taking his thick cock deep into my gut with every downward plunge. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed loudly in the large bedroom.
I let go of his chest. I sat up straight to give him better access to my body. I reached down and pinched my own nipples. I rolled the sensitive peaks between my fingers while I rode his cock.