Chapter 20 #2
I pull my mouth off him, reaching a hand up to stroke him in my fist as I move down to lick at his heavy balls. A small groan is my reward as I pull one of his balls gently into my mouth, then let it go to draw the other one past my lips.
“Donovan,” he moans as I pull off him again. I don’t stop stroking him, though I’m going slow because I want this to last. My name falling from his lips in pleasure is the best sound I’ve heard in my life, and I want to hear it again.
“Tell me no and I’ll stop,” I murmur, as I let go of his cock and push his thighs upward, spreading him open to reveal his puckered pink hole.
“Fuck me,” he replies, sounding more sure of this than anything else tonight.
“Yeah?” It feels silly to ask, but I’m not gonna do anything he doesn’t want, even if my own cock is hard enough to pound fucking nails at this point. The prospect of getting inside him is mouth-watering as fuck, but I won’t take what he won’t willingly give.
Shiloh rolls his eyes and nods like his impatience with me is reaching a breaking point, and I can’t help but laugh softly.
He scowls slightly as I reach for the bedside table to pull out the small tube of lube and a condom I keep there just in case.
I open it and coat my fingers with the liquid, then close the cap and place the lube on the bed beside him.
I place one finger at the edge of his pucker, trailing slick liquid around his entrance as he breathes deeply, clearly preparing himself for my intrusion, but this position is awkward as fuck and my knees are starting to get sore being on the floor like this.
“I got you,” I promise, as I crawl onto the bed. “Come lie with me here.”
I sprawl out on my side and Shiloh moves to lie facing me.
I capture his lips with mine, then lift his top leg over my thigh before reaching down to place my finger against his pucker again.
He moans into the kiss as I trail my wet finger around his entrance before gently pressing against it enough that the tip slips inside.
A small strangled noise leaves his throat as I press in a bit deeper, feeling the squeeze of him against me as I delve inside his body.
I pull out, then press in again, letting a bit more of my finger slide inside him as he makes another slight noise of discomfort.
“I got you,” I repeat as he breaks the kiss to take a deep breath.
He looks at me for a moment like there’s something he wants to say, but instead he surges forward and places his lips on mine as I continue stroking my finger in and out of his body.
Shiloh relaxes while I keep the pace going, all lips and teeth as he kisses and nibbles at my mouth.
I add a second finger to the first and press inside, feeling him tense for a split second before relaxing into my movements again.
His mouth has turned feral on mine, and for a split second I wonder if this would be what it’s like to be eaten alive, lips first. I take a chance and spread my fingers apart inside him the tiniest bit, loosening him up as best as I can.
He lets loose a needy whimper, capturing my lower lip in his teeth and biting down on my skin.
When he releases me, I reach for the condom and tear it open carefully.
Shiloh watches as I slide it over my length, his eyes tracking the movement of my hand.
“On top,” I say as he looks at my face again. “Ride me.”
He scrambles on top of me as my fingers slip from inside the heat of his body.
I reach down and hold my cock up, watching as he places himself directly over it.
With a deep breath, he slowly sinks down, and it’s my turn to let loose a noise as the tip of me slips into his body.
He tips his head back, sweat starting to bead on his forehead as he takes another deep breath and pushes down onto me even more.
Shiloh is tight and warm around the part of me that’s inside him, and I can’t even begin to imagine what being seated fully is going to feel like.
“I might come,” I warn, feeling my body heat as he pulls off me a bit only to push back down more.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ve been thinking of this since I saw you playing,” he demands, closing his eyes as he pushes his hips down harder, taking me fully into his body.
He lets loose a series of shallow breaths, tipping his head back toward the ceiling as his chest shakes and his hands move to rest on my pecs.
My head spins with need now that I’m completely surrounded by him, but he doesn’t move an inch.
He simply sits there impaled on my cock, his own leaking dick resting on my stomach and his chipped nail polish digging into my chest. I reach for his hips and hold on to him, his head snapping downward as his eyes meet mine again.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, because in this moment he is everything to me. His tattooed skin glistening with sweat and his hair tumbled around his shoulders haphazardly.
He slowly rises off me a bit, then pushes himself back onto my cock, letting loose a soft noise that sounds somewhat amazed as he slips on and off me.
Shiloh’s hands dig into my pecs as he starts moving his hips more, finding his rhythm as he rides me.
It’s all I can do to hang on to his hips, watch him work himself on my cock and feel the tight squeeze of him around me.
He’s in control here and he knows it.
Something about him tells me he craves it.
“So big,” he mutters as he lifts himself up, then pushes back down again.
“Proportioned,” I offer, reaching for his dick and trapping it against my abdomen with my hand. He sinks onto me again, a much louder moan escaping his lips as his cock slips against my palm.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, his hips working hard, his body sliding off and onto mine. “Just like that. That’s good.”
Yeah, it really fucking is. It’s been a while since I’ve topped anyone.
My previous partner preferred it, so I let him because I don’t mind bottoming, but being inside Shiloh?
Fucking hell, I don’t know if I’ll even crave anything as much as this again.
My entire body is wrapped up in sensation, from the squeeze of him sliding onto my cock to the release of pressure as he glides off me.
Shiloh is all I feel and want and need. My orgasm is rapidly building the longer he rides me, threads of arousal and warmth rippling through my body.
I wish I could last longer for him, but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to.
He’s starting to falter, though, his body slicked with sweat and eyes rolling back in his head as he rides me hard. His nails have dug deep enough into my chest that I know they’ll leave marks, and I want them to linger. I want them to last in my skin as a reminder of this moment.
“Hold on,” I say, gripping his hips tight in my hands. He protests as I let go of his cock, but his mouth drops open as I push up into him hard, digging my heels into the bed beneath us.
“Again,” he demands, and I’m glad to oblige.
I pull him down onto me as I thrust up, canting my hips as I try to find that one space inside him I haven’t managed to stroke yet.
He whimpers a nearly pathetic sound as I push up into him again, but that noise quickly turns to a stuttered cry that echoes around us.
His eyes pop open, and I grin as they meet mine, wide and needy.
“Fuck yeah,” I murmur, knowing I’ve got it.
I keep the same angle, watching as Shiloh’s cheeks burn red with every stroke I make up into him, his head tipping back slightly and his eyes sliding shut.
He moves his hands off my chest, leaving indents behind, and places one of them on his cock.
The other moves to pinch hard at his nipple.
I take notes as he strokes himself while I thrust into him, watching the pleasure seeping off him in waves.
I also take notes as he picks at his nipples, much harder than I would ever have imagined he’d like.
Next time, I promise him silently as he cries out again, my cock sliding deep into him while he grabs at his chest with his fingernails.
“Close,” he manages to mumble, stroking his cock fast now. He lets go of his nipple and leans back slightly, letting me push my way into his warm, tight body again.
“Come, baby,” I murmur, feeling everything in me tighten. I’m close but I can hold on, it’s his release I want. I thrust up into him a few more times, pulling him onto my cock hard as his body ripples and tightens around me.
He’s close.
So close.
And then he lets go. Shiloh comes, calling my name, his release shooting over my stomach as he strokes himself through it. He moans as I fuck up into him, chasing my own release in his warm, satisfied body, and finally I find it.
I groan loudly as I thrust into him, my hips stuttering as I fill the condom, and my hands tightening their hold on his body.
I ride out the waves of release, pleasure tripping down my spine as my body shakes beneath Shiloh.
When I finish, I let him go, and he falls forward into my chest, laying his head down on my pec.