His mouth moved back to mine, and I trailed my hands down to his waist, pulling him closer to me until I could feel his stiff dick pressing into my hip.
“Let’s move this to my bedroom,” he suggested.
I nodded enthusiastically and followed him to a room down the hall. We walked through his doorway, and Mr. Bright Eyes pushed me further into the room until we stood beside his king-sized bed. He leaned over to turn on the small bedside lamp, casting a soft glow over the room.
“You have too many clothes on,” he protested.
“Maybe you should do something about that.”
The heat in his eyes made my knees weak.
With a swift move, he pulled my jacket off and ripped my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. “That’s a little better.”
Anxious to get him undressed as well, I repeated his move and revealed his perfectly toned body. I traced my fingertips up and down his broad chest, feeling his muscles move and contract as I explored his body. His skin felt warm as my hands traveled down his stomach, the ridges of his muscles rippling beneath my touch.
We both kicked off our shoes and quickly removed the rest of our clothes. Once we were both naked, I couldn’t help but look him up and down. Everything about him was solid and hard, including his long, thick erection.
“Like what you see?” He quirked a brow, and I realized I was still staring at his dick.
“Mhmm,” I replied, not ashamed of my blatant perusal of his body.
He got a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Get on the bed then.”
I followed his instruction without hesitation.
While I made myself comfortable, he fumbled around in his nightstand and tossed a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed beside me.
Laying down so we were facing each other, he claimed my mouth again. Our hands explored each other’s bodies and our hard cocks rubbed together, mimicking the way our tongues swirled together in our mouths.
“I want you,” I moaned, breaking our kiss.
The instant those words left my lips, I felt his hands leave my body and he reached behind me. A second later, he opened the cap on the bottle and squirted some into his hand.
“Is this what you want?” His lubed finger brushed over my hole.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He smirked as he circled my rim and slid a finger deep inside me.
“Oh, shit,” I groaned against his shoulder.
He moved his finger in and out for a minute before adding a second digit, and I rocked my hips back encouraging him to give me more.
“That’s it,” he hummed. “I want you nice and relaxed before I fuck you.”
My breaths came in quick short pants while I focused on the sensation of his fingers working me over. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Hurry.” I didn’t give a damn how eager I sounded. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to sink his dick into me.
Seeming pleased with my response, he guided me onto my back and grabbed the condom from above my head. I watched as he ripped the wrapper open and rolled the rubber down his thick shaft. He snagged the lube and knelt between my spread legs, lifting me until my ass rested against his thighs and my feet were firmly planted on the mattress. He poured more lube onto his hand and stroked his latex-covered cock several times, coating it until it was good and slick.
Leaning forward, he kissed me deeply, lining up his hard length with my puckered rim. He slowly pushed inside, giving my tight asshole time to accommodate his generous girth. Once my body relaxed, I was able to take him all the way.
“Oh my god,” I gasped as he began to move.
He was gentle at first, but when I began to grind against him, he slammed into me harder and deeper. The sounds of our heavy breathing echoed throughout his room.
