I reach forward, grasping the collar of his shirt with both my hands and pulling us so close together that his erection rubs deliciously against mine.
“Don’t be cute,” I growl. “I said fuck me Michaels, and I mean it.”
His lips crash into mine with bruising force, and we fight for dominance, clawing at each other’s clothing. I manage to kick off my jeans, and Michaels’s nails scrape down my back as he squeezes one of my ass cheeks in each hand and lifts me onto the counter in nothing but my boxer briefs.
His lips move along my jawline and down my neck, sucking and nipping at my overheated flesh. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
I tip my head back, marveling at the way this man is undoing every ounce of control I’ve ever had with his hands and tongue.
“Fuck, look at that mess already,” Michaels murmurs, and I glance down. My gray boxers are wet with precum, and I whine when he fists my cock through the silky fabric. He hooks his fingers into my waistband, and I lift my ass so he can slide my underwear down my thighs. My length slaps against my stomach, and Michaels licks his lips in appreciation.
“Don’t you dare suck my cock,” I warn. “Not unless you want this to be oververyquickly.”
Michaels chuckles. “If we take too long, everyone will get suspicious.”
I shrug. “I’m done hiding stuff, Stitch. I want you to mark me and rail me. I want to smell your scent on my skin, and when we get back tonight, I want to watch you fuck Fi into a coma while I choke her with my cock.”
“Jesus, who are you?” Michaels murmurs.
I admire the way his muscles move and flex in the warm bathroom lights. He’s a little softer than he was when he played hockey, but still cut. I trace my fingers down his abs, which tighten under my touch, and tease the trail of hair that runs below his belly button.
“Take off your clothes,” I say with a smirk.
He complies, and when he’s completely naked, he mauls me again. I stand and lean into him, and our teeth clash and our tongues tangle. When our cocks press and bump together, I moan loudly.
“Fuck, baby, I need you inside me.”
“What about lube?” Michaels asks, his breaths coming in desperate gasps. I lick my lips as my eyes fall on a familiar lotion bottle next to the sink. Michaels follows my gaze. “Won’t that sting?”
“It’s the same stuff Charlie’s always had in her bathroom—it’s natural shit, doesn’t even have a smell.”
“Works for me.” Michaels places his hand firmly on my hips and turns me around so that I’m facing the mirror. “Bend over.” The authority in his voice coupled with the cold countertop against my torso makes me shiver as I obey.
He gives the lotion bottle two good pumps and then smears the cool liquid between my cheeks, his finger circling the tight rim of my asshole. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
I shudder as his finger sinks into my hole, stretching me. It already feels so full, and his cock is so big, I worry it might break me. A spark of fear zips through my stomach as my brainbackfires to the raw pain from my memories, but Michaels seems to sense my unease because he leans over my body, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “We’ll go slow at first, and I promise I’m going to make you feel good.”
I swallow and nod, and Michaels inches a second finger inside me. He pushes deep, and when he hits my prostate, it’s like lightning straight to my cock.
“Ohmyfuck!” I scream.
Michaels covers my mouth with a chuckle. “You may not want the entire house to hear us fucking.” I lick his hand, and he pulls it back. “Gross, Bastian!”
“Your fingers are in my ass, andthat’sgross?”
He spanks me, hard, and I yelp and then groan when he scissors his fingers open.
“Did you just punish me?”I pant. He doesn’t answer, but his hand smooths over my hot, achy skin. My cock is so hard, it hurts as it weeps against my stomach. “Jesus, Michaels,” I whine. “I really want you inside me. Please. I need to come.” I don’t recognize the reddened, tear-stained face and lust-drunk blue eyes I see in the mirror.
I’m such a fucking mess for this man right now.
I watch Michaels’s reflection as he takes another generous pump from the lotion bottle and slides his lubed hand along his length, giving it a few firm strokes. Then he leans over my body again and the head of his cock nudges my hole.
I brace myself for the burn. Michaels eases in slowly, stopping with each push to allow me to adjust as he stretches me impossibly wide. While it does burn like last time, when he wraps one of his hands around my cock and strokes at the same time, I’m overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure.
“Bastian,” Michaels pants. “You feel…” His entire body is shaking, and he lets out a low moan once he’s fully seated inside me. “Are you okay?” I nod mutely, more hot tears blurring my vision. “I’m going to move now, but I’ll stop if you need me to, okay?”
