49. Lincoln
LINCOLN
“I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be back here,” Daniel murmured as I wrapped my arms around him from behind, walking us into my apartment bedroom. I kissed his neck, and he shivered. “I thought I was never gonna get to feel you doing that again, either.”
“Me too.” I pressed into him, my cock thickening against his ass, and he groaned low in his throat.
“I thought I was never gonna feel your massive dick inside me, either. Truly, it would’ve been a travesty.”
I buried my grin in his warm skin. Damn, I loved the way his brain worked. And his beautiful face. And…alright, I loved every part of him. I was completely head over heels for my little demon, and now he was back where he belonged. With me.
I’d come so close to losing it all.
“You wanted to prepare yourself for that,” I reminded him against my will, grinding my erection into him. He groaned again.
“Fuuuck. No. Past Dan was a coward. I don’t wanna waste any more time. We’ve done enough of that already. Fuck me, Link. Stretch me open with your big dick.”
Yes. My cock throbbed, desperate to be inside him, feeling him wrapped around me as I pumped him full of my cum—
“Link?”
“Yeah. Give me a minute,” I said hoarsely, reaching down to adjust my erection. “Want to ride me? Or—”
Turning in my arms, he nipped at my jaw, thrusting against me. “I want you to fuck me so hard I feel it for days. I don’t want you to hold back. Fuck me. Properly. Right fucking now. I only get one first time with you doing it this way, and I want to make the most of it.”
“Yesss.” I slammed my mouth over his, messy and uncoordinated, and it was fucking incredible.
I broke away, breathless, taking in his flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded gaze, and his lips swollen and glistening as he stood there, panting.
Already a beautiful fucking mess, and all for me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I groaned into his mouth, kissing him hard. “You make me want to ruin you, the same way you ruined me.”
“Do it.”
The final thread of my control snapped, and I dragged him out of my bedroom and into the living area. “Get your fucking clothes off and bend over the arm of the sofa. Now.”
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Yeah, okay.”
I stripped down as fast as I could before racing back into my room to get my bottle of lube. When I turned back around, my steps faltered as I took in the sight in front of me.
Daniel Hoyton was fully nude, bent over my sofa with his gorgeous ass in the air, stroking his dripping cock.
I stalked up behind him, tugging him upright and placing my mouth to his throat. “You are the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my fucking life.” It was an understatement. “Hands off your dick.”
“Link,” he whimpered, taking his hand off his erection and placing it on the sofa. He thrust forwards, already desperate for friction that he wasn’t going to get until he was begging for my cock.
“That’s it. Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see that ass.” I palmed his cheeks, spreading him open, and then uncapped the lube, drizzling it over his hole. He moaned, pushing back into me, and I began to circle my finger around his rim in a slow slide.
“Fuck,” he panted. “Give me more. I’ve been waiting forever.”
“So impatient.” I swatted his ass, and he jerked upwards.
“Please.”
“Since you asked nicely.” I eased a finger inside him, hot and so fucking tight, I knew I had a lot of work to do to get him ready for my cock.
I was more than ready to put the work in.
“Breathe,” I reminded him, mouthing at his skin as I pressed deeper, easing another finger in alongside the first. I circled them inside him, slowly pumping in and out, stretching him and brushing over his prostate as I did so, making him gasp and whine, his dick jerking and dripping precum onto the floor.
My own dick was doing no better, impossibly hard and aching, leaking precum everywhere.
I couldn’t even think about it, because I was so pent-up, so fucking turned on, I was going to come if I so much as touched it.
“More. Give me more,” my greedy little demon demanded, arching back into me.
“You want more? I’ll fucking give you more.” Drizzling more lube over his hole and my hand, I pressed another two fingers inside him alongside the first two.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, thrusting back, riding my fingers like a pro. “So good, but I need more. I want to be full of you. C’mon, baby. I need you inside me.”
“You’re not—”
“I’m fucking ready. Please. Please, I need you so badly, Lincoln. I want you to stretch me open with your cock. Wanna feel everything. Please.”
It was the tremor in his voice that did me in. Rubbing over his prostate, his moans sounding in my ears, I curled my body over his.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” I rasped, and he shuddered beneath me. “I’m gonna fill you with my cock, and I want you to stay still and take every inch, until I’m balls-deep inside you and I say you can move. Okay?”
“Y-yeah. Please. Want you so much.” He turned his head, and I saw his glazed expression and the tears already streaking down his cheeks. My beautiful fucking mess. I was going to ruin him.
“Fuck, Dan. Stay still, baby. I’m gonna give you everything.”
Easing my fingers out of him, I straightened up and liberally coated my erection with lube, running through hockey plays in my head so I didn’t come before I’d even managed to get inside him.
Daniel sucked in a breath as I lined my cock up with his hole, glistening and stretched and ready for me. I ran a palm down his back. “Relax, baby. Just breathe. I’m gonna fuck you now.”
With that, I gripped the base of my erection and pressed forwards, groaning at the pressure around my cock as I eased the head inside him. He was so fucking tight and so fucking hot. I had to pause when I was barely an inch inside, breathing hard as I struggled to get myself back under control.
“More,” Daniel begged, his body shaking with the effort of remaining still. “Need it all.”
I groaned, giving him another inch before drawing back, then pressing forwards again, feeling him stretching around me to accommodate my size.
When I was buried all the way inside him, panting for breath, he rolled his hips back with a whimper, no longer able to remain still, and we both just…
snapped. I drew back and then thrust back in, pounding him hard and fast. My fingers dug into his hips in a bruising, punishing grip as he met me thrust for thrust, his cock still untouched, jerking and leaking beneath him as I drove into him over and over.
Sweat dripped from my body onto his, and tears blurred my vision, a litany of moans and grunts spilling from my mouth and his, filling my apartment as our bodies slammed together again, and again, and again.
He arched his back, curving over the arm of the sofa and letting it take the weight of his upper body, and gasped, his body jerking like he’d been electrocuted. “Fuuuuck. Right there. That’s it. Fuck. Feels so good.”
“Hold on, baby. I’m gonna make you come.” I pounded him hard and fast, nailing his prostate with every thrust, until he cried out and stiffened beneath me.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, feeling him tightening around my cock, his untouched dick shooting ropes of cum across the side of my sofa. It was impossible to hold back any longer, my body shuddering and my cock pulsing inside him, filling him with my release.
When I came to, I eased out of him, watching, dazed at the sight of my cum dripping out of him, before I dragged my gaze up his body. He was collapsed across the sofa, his head buried in one of the cushions, still trembling with the aftershocks.
I pulled myself upright and, after some careful manoeuvring, managed to get us both into my bedroom and into the bed.
“Think I had an out-of-body experience,” Daniel slurred, still mostly out of it. “Never thought I’d come untouched. Thought that was a myth.”
I laughed tiredly. “I think I had one too. I’ve never come so hard before.”
“Mmm, that’s because you were with me.” He rolled over, burying his face in my throat. “Gimme five minutes.”
I stroked my hand through his sweaty hair. “I’ll give you as long as you need.”