Welcome Home #3
With a lick up my taint, across my balls and the length of my shaft, I gasped harder and harder.
Sitting upright, he shimmied forward on his knees until his cock slid down the crack of my ass.
His fingertips dragged along the back of my thighs, past my knees, and to my ankles.
Pulling them tight against his chest, he kissed my calves.
With a shift of his hips, his cock almost reached its goal. Another failed attempt. On the third, he reached down, lining himself up, and with the eagerness of a horny teenager, the head pushed inside.
“Fuck,” I growled.
Sammy wrapped his arms around my legs, keeping them pressed against his body.
His eyes closed as he bit his lower lip.
He rocked his hips, taking his time. With each push forward, he spread me wider, more of his cock burying inside me.
I couldn’t help but smile as he gasped, pressing his face against a heel.
He froze as his balls pushed against my ass.
I tried focusing, relaxing my body as I breathed in through my nose and out of my mouth.
No matter how hard I tried, Sammy was just thick enough to make me work for it.
His lower body didn’t move as his hands continued running up and down my thighs.
I almost wanted to find my phone to take a photo of him so I could save it for the nights I slept alone.
He withdrew, and before I could catch my breath, he slammed back inside. I moaned, reaching for the comforter. My fingers bunched the fabric, trying to hold myself in place as he repeated the move. His balls slapped against my ass, and I moaned each time he forced my hole open.
Relentless. Hard. Unyielding. I wanted it to go on forever.
His tempo sped up, and I clung to the comforter as he pounded away.
There was no more teasing on his part, no mischief.
All that remained was an animal, and my hole gave him exactly what he needed.
What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in vigor.
The slapping of his balls against my ass was enough to make precum dribble down my cock.
Any harder, and there’d be a good chance I’d come without touching my cock.
He pushed my legs apart and fell forward onto his hands.
His rutting didn’t stop, and as I wrapped my legs around his waist, I gasped with every thrust. He repeatedly hit that magical spot inside me that left me gasping.
With my cock trapped between us, he rocked forward, using his belly to jerk me off.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered.
“Breed—”
My head shot back as the orgasm tore through my body.
He roared, and I could feel his cock thicken, stretching me to my limit.
With each pulse of cum, my cock did the same, coating our stomachs.
With a final grunt, he pushed forward until he bottomed out inside me.
Every drop filling me, just like I wanted.
Sammy’s chest heaved while he continued twitching. Every vibration moved through his body to his cock, making it jerk and forcing my eyes wide. He gave one last thrust, and I moaned loud enough that the neighbors would complain. I lowered my legs before they cramped.
“I’ll feel that in the morning.”
He smirked. “I hope so.”
Sammy rolled off me, staying snuggled against my side.
Tonight had ended with one high after another.
Knowing I’d fall asleep with this burly man wrapped around me, gently snoring in my ear, would be the icing on the cake.
I should have settled for good enough, but I wanted to see if I could take it one step further.
“I called Pulse.”
He propped his head up. He didn’t know what I meant.
“The bar in L.A.?”
I smiled. “I asked if they were interested in somebody putting together a drag show.” It’d be the first time visiting Sammy, and I didn’t know how he’d feel about me invading his side of the country.
“And?”
“They offered me a Thursday night.”
“Thursday? You’re a Saturday showstopper.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“I mean…” I chewed my bottom lip, nervous about the answer. “I’d need to buy new sheets.”
Friends had offered to let me stay with them. I didn’t want to presume at this point in our relationship that he’d let me crash for an extended period. Kicking off my heels, I knocked them to the floor and rolled toward him. We were almost the same height, but I always felt small with him in bed.
“There’s this great Vietnamese place around the corner from me. You’d love it. Oh, and Leo’s Pizzeria. Of course, we’ll have to visit West Hollywood.”
“So, you’re okay with it?”
“Okay?” He kissed my nose. “More than okay.” He kissed my nose again. “I’d love seeing my boyfriend every day.”
“Boyfriend? So, we’re adding labels?”
“It sounds better than a sexy roommate.”
It was my turn to kiss him. His arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tight against him.
We’d be a sticky mess, but I never wanted to move.
The makeup could wait until tomorrow. I’d deal with the smudges on my pillow then.
I couldn’t help but think of the night I retired Mabel; it had been that fateful show where I discovered the sexy man who made my heart complete.
“Deal,” I said. “Boyfriends it is.”
“Now, back to places you need to see when you visit…”