Chapter Twelve #3
“Like this. I want you like this.” With a grunt, I picked him up to place him on the dresser.
He fell back far too quickly, thunking his head on the mirror.
He moaned. I leaned over to rub the back of his head while I slid my tongue into his mouth.
His legs went around me, his heels resting on my ass.
The kiss went on and on, our cocks gliding back and forth over each other, until we were on the cusp. “I need to get you ready.”
“I’m already ready,” he purred. I was confused. “Reach down under my balls.” I did, hefting the weighty sacks up out of the way. With a probing finger, I found the rim of a butt plug. My eyes widened at the discovery. “I was hoping we’d end up with your dick in my ass.”
“Do you do this often?” I ran my finger around the rim of the toy and slid it out of him. It was tapered, thin-necked, and flared out in the middle.
“Not really. Only when I’m expecting a good fuck with a generously sized lover.”
Not going to lie, every man likes to hear he has a big dick.
He sighed at the loss, but the sigh was quickly replaced by a groan as I used the copious amounts of lube leaking out of his tight entrance to push my cockhead into him.
Heat. His ass was a furnace, a tight, smooth stove that opened for me with ease.
His head rolled left and right as I sank into him, lost in the glory of his body embracing my dick.
“You’re so hot,” I gasped when I bottomed out.
He began to gyrate. That movement tugged me into a mindless rut, which spurred me to fuck him as hard as I possibly could.
Pounding away, he took every inch of me, yelled for me to do him harder and faster.
Grasping his hips, I lost all control. My cock swelled even more as my balls drew up.
Releasing his left hip, I drove home while fisting his cock with my right.
He held onto me for dear life as I drove him up over the dresser, his bare ass squeaking over the bare wood.
Stuff hit the floor as he shot his load, coating my hand as well as his belly with cum.
It just kept oozing out of him. I came into the rubber with such force that I nearly blacked out.
Huffs and moans filled the room, the cool draft of a ceiling fan over the bed blowing air over my back.
Had that always been on? Who knew? I didn’t care either.
Bowing down over him, I placed my mouth on his, licking in deep as his spunk coated our bellies.
My hand was thick with cum as I braced myself on the dresser for a long, wet kiss, which ended only when my legs went rubbery.
“I’ve never been fucked like that in all my days.
” Aiden eased his legs down after I slowly withdrew.
I glanced down at the floor, saw my clothes, and bent down to pick them up.
“We never made it to the bed,” I said. “Sorry. I wanted to be in your bed, but you were just too sexy.” He gave me a sated smile, lifted my clothes from my hands, and gave me a hearty shove.
Back to his bed I went with a small chuckle.
The mattress whooshed as I fell into it, the covers billowing out then settling.
“We have all night.” He gave me a saucy wink before making his way to the bathroom.
I lay there rasping and spent with a full condom and a pile of clothes back on the floor.
When the water at the sink ran, I jumped up, took off, and tied the condom, tossing it into the trash by the bed on my way to pick up my clothes.
When he exited, I was back in bed, eager for him to come join me.
He did. After washing my belly off and throwing the wet rag on the carpet.
I was really glad I got my clothes from the floor.
I climbed on top of him, arms locked, hands on either side of his head.
He looked up at me with delight. “When you said I was the best fuck ever, did you mean that or were you just laying some sort of Casanova line on me?” The mirth fled his handsome face.
There was just enough light from the bathroom to see that he was pondering a reply of some sort.
“It’s okay if you did. I’m sure I’m not the best you ever had, but I hope I made you happy. ”
His hand rose to cup my right cheek. “No one has ever made me as happy as you do, Ford. That’s scary as hell.”
“Nothing to be scared of. Bella always says the most magnificent joys are those found in loving arms. If you let me, I’d be happy to hold you in my arms until you’re not scared of loving someone.”
“Jesus, the things you say.” His fingers curled around the base of my neck. He drew me down to his lips, to kiss and taste, nip and tease, until we were both starting to grow hard again. “You’ll have to hold on tightly. I tend to bolt when I get scared.”
“I can do that. I’ve become a good cowboy since I got here. I can ride a skittish horse.”
“Show me,” he whispered, so I did. I rode him slow and hard until we tumbled over the edge once more.
Soft words and caresses carried us into the darkest part of the night.
He didn’t seem scared at all now. I hoped not.
Loving someone who was terrified of your love would be rough.
Just as rough as it would be to possibly have to leave someone who had won your heart.