Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I stand and deal with the condom, ditching it in the trash. “Eh, I could take or leave that. It’s how we ended up fucking before lunch in the first place. Pure boredom.”
“Wow. Here I was thinking I’m so irresistible you couldn’t help it, but good to know it was to cure your boredom. Noted.”
I step up behind him where he’s pulling plates off a shelf. His ass is round and delectable, all the muscles in his back taut and contracting. “Your irresistibility is a given.”
I kiss the back of his neck, and he leans forward and grips the counter, pushing his ass back against my cock. It goes from spent to a semi instantly.
“Mm,” I hum against his skin. “Someone isn’t done with me.”
“I can’t help it. I’m bored.”
I chuckle. “I’m not going to live that one down, am I?”
“Nope. You’ll be paying for it for a while.” Anton grinds his ass against me, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“You feel so good.”
“I’m still prepped. Do it.”
“You sure you’re ready to go again already?”
“We have a game tomorrow. If we don’t have all the sex now, we’ll lose.”
“You’re the one who said I can’t stay over tonight.” Fully hard now, I run my cock down his ass crack. “Look who’s suddenly superstitious.”
“Not superstitious,” he breathes. “I just know how to play you.”
Yeah, he really does. But it’s not my superstitions making me want to sink inside him again. It’s him. All him.
I still haven’t worked out how to deal with those thoughts yet, but I figure I don’t need to either. When the tabloids ran with news of our dance together, instead of getting tense or annoyed, Anton has shrugged and said at least their stories were close this time.
Anton and I are together in most senses of the word. We’re sleeping together, we’re exclusive, we’re … fuck, I don’t know what we are, but as he reaches behind him to grip my cock and press it against his hole, I don’t care.
“Condom,” I murmur and try to step away.
The hand not guiding me to his entrance wraps around to grip my ass and push me inside him just a little.
“Anton …” I warn. This is his rule.
“It’s okay,” he says. “I trust you.”
I don’t question it, even though I should, and when I sink inside him completely, the tight heat of his body with nothing between us sends ripples of pleasure crackling along my skin.
I literally came not that long ago, so I thought round two would be long and drawn out, but the way he takes me, the grip his ass has on my cock, I worry my only issue will be getting Anton off again fast enough.
I slowly move in and out of him, enjoying every thrust, every second of having him like this.
“Harder,” Anton says.
“I can’t,” I grit out.
“Yes, you can.” He takes things into his own hands and thrusts backward.
“Fuck,” I pant.
“That’s the point.” Anton drops his head.
The pressure surrounding my cock makes my brain fuzzy and my control slip. I give him what he wants, but that only gets me closer to the edge. After only a minute or so, I have to slow down again.
“Are you trying to torture me?” he asks.
“I’m trying not to come until you do.”
“How can I come when you won’t fuck me harder?”
“Maybe if I can get you close enough …” I reach around him and take his heavy cock in one hand while the other pulls on his balls.
Fucking him while giving the best handjob of my life? It’s awkward, but hey, I’m good at multitasking. Having to focus so hard on what I’m doing brings me back from the edge too.
Anton’s breaths come in short gasps. I fuck him as hard and wild as I can, using my hand that’s jerking him off to steady my thrusts.
We both hold out, our orgasms from before making us last longer than I thought I could. But when Anton stiffens and warm cum hits my hand, I take my opportunity to let go for real.
I release him and grip his hips hard, pounding into him. He calls out because I’m hitting his prostate over and over, and I can only imagine the sweet torture his sore and wrecked ass is giving him right now.
“Ez,” he whines. “Come. Come inside me.”
I unleash, possibly coming even harder than I did before on the couch. Before, it was Anton riding me, so he was the one in control. Here, it was all me, and I might not need it all the time, but when I do get it? It heightens everything, and I love it.
But when I pull out of him and my cum dribbles from his hole and all over his ass and thighs, the weight of the condom issue hits me again.