I grinned. “I could tell.”
He dove back in, licking up and down my crack as I rocked back to give him a better angle. I was starting to become greedy, wanting to fuck his tongue. Slate spread me, going back for my puckered ring, and I moaned again, tilting my head back as a wave of pleasure washed over me. My hips started to make small circles, trying to take control, trying to race to that orgasm that I didn’t want to happen for some time. I wanted to ride out whatever Slate did to me, but I was wound tight and on the verge of coming. I reached my hand between my legs and fisted my dick and squeezed, trying to hold off.
“Slate,” I breathed.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“Fuck me already.”
He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube as I rose on all fours. For good measure, he poured some down my crack and used his hand to rub it around my hole. “Are you ready?”
I looked over my shoulder to see that he was stroking his bare cock. “Yes.”
He leaned forward, running his crown up my crack and back down. He was slow, savoring every second. I didn’t blame him. I wanted him to enjoy every second, minute, and hour we were together.
Slate positioned himself at my puckered hole and pressed in the tiniest bit.
“That’s it,” I coaxed.
He began to rock his hips slowly, and with each push, he slipped further until he was all the way inside of me. “Fuck, Vaughn.”
“I know,” was all I said because I did know. Sex was amazing, and having someone’s ass or pussy squeeze around your dick was pure bliss.
Slowly, his pumps began to increase until he grabbed my hips and finally started to fuck me hard. The sound of slapping skin filled the quiet room until the bed began to squeak, and we were moaning and groaning and panting. Slate grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled until my head was tilting back and my back arched more.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I praised.
“I’m gonna come soon.”
“I want to watch you.” I pulled away from his grasp—and dick—and flipped onto my back, my legs bent and in the air.
Slate’s green gaze looked up into my eyes. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”
I beamed. “You are too.”
He leaned forward, taking my mouth in a searing kiss. I welcomed the small reprieve, hoping my orgasm would hold off until Slate told me he was going to come again. I wanted to come together, watch his face as I shot my load onto my stomach.
“I’m going to be thinking about this night all day tomorrow,” he admitted.
I grinned. “Me too.”
With one final quick peck, he fisted his cock and nudged it at my hole again. “Fuck,” I groaned, my mouth staying open as his dick slowly thrust into me.
“You like it when I go slow?”
“Babe, I like it any way you wanna give it to me.”
Slate bit his bottom lip and started to increase his speed. I’d had sex with a handful of guys before, but nothing came close to the feelings I was having as Slate worked us both to the edge. There was something about him that made everything feel different. I was already thinking about him almost every second of every day, but I thought that was because I knew that I would see him again, and that was exciting to me. But as I laid on my back, looking up at his face in pure ecstasy, I had a feeling that whatever we had was going to turn into more. I didn’t know how and I didn’t know when, but I wanted to see if somehow we could be a thing. After Denver, I would be back home in LA where the band and I would hopefully start recording our new album. From what I’d seen of the Diamondback’s schedule, Slate had a lot more games until his season was over. Luckily, quite a few were in California, and I knew, at the very least, I could pick him up after his games and be with him. I just hoped he was on the same page as me.
With our gazes locked, I reached down and started to stroke myself. Slate’s gaze dropped between us and he grinned. “I already love watching you fuck your fist.”
I increased my strokes. “And I already love watching you take pleasure from me.”
He groaned and thrust harder, my hand began to pump faster, and I knew that at any moment we were both about to tip. “I’m going to come, Vaughn.”
“Do it,” I urged. “Come inside of me.”
“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, and just as he moaned his release, his body going taut as he came inside my ass, I came too, squirts of white ropes shooting up my stomach.
