I tossed the lube on the bed and heard Emery’s breath hitch. Then I got between his legs again, pushing his thighs up until he was exposed to me in the most delicious way. Emery blushed. I grabbed the tube with one hand while soothing him by petting his thigh with the other.
As I squirted the slick to my fingers, I looked at his face and smiled. “I’ve been thinking about this moment since the last time,” I admitted surprisingly easily.
It still didn’t mean anything more than I really, really liked his ass and the way he took me.
Emery whined a little as I pushed a finger into him, then quickly followed it with another one before giving him time to adjust a bit more.
“S-Same,” he managed to say. “God, just… add more lube and get in me already. Just—” He cut himself off with a moan when I pegged his prostate.
“Just go slow. I know.” I smirked a little as I pulled my fingers out and lubed my dick first, then pushed some more inside Emery.
I wasn’t ready to hurt him, even though the way I fucked wasn’t exactly slow and gentle. I didn’t do slow and gentle with anyone.
As I pushed his knees toward his chest, he grabbed one of them and held it for me.
I wasn’t a small man, and my cock was proportionate, if not a monster. I was pretty sure there weren’t many people in existence who actually enjoyed regular fucking from one of the things you saw in porn.
I locked eyes with Emery and started the smooth, slow slide inside him. Here, I could be patient and slow, but as soon as he gave me the go ahead, all bets were off.
His eyes fluttered closed, and he reached his free hand toward me, grasping my arm and squeezed as I bottomed out.
We both panted for breath for a moment, and then he opened his eyes and looked at me, already dazed and flushed to perfection.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I ground out as I pulled out and pushed back into him.
And then, well, I fucked him in the way we both needed it.
Chapter 4
Emery
Ithought I’d over-hyped our encounters. In the quiet moments, when I was lonely and horny and I allowed myself to think about the times with Ville, I remembered just how good it had been. In the bright light of day, when my more rational brain was online, I was sure I’d built them up to be better and more amazing than they actually were.
I had not.
It was just as good as I remembered. Better even, but that could be because I hadn’t slept with anyone since the last time Ville and I were together. I’d been too busy finishing my residency and establishing myself back home at the clinic to think about hooking up, let alone dating. It wasn’t at all because of my connection with Ville, the way he played my body like he owned it, or because he left me more satisfied than anyone else I’d ever been with. It had just been me and my hand, and theoccasional toy, and that’s why the way Ville had handled me, fucked me, made me come so hard I was seeing stars had felt so damn good.
We didn’t bother with cleaning up. Not yet. We panted as we came down from our orgasms, both of us covered in my cum and sweat. Ville was careful as he pulled out, and I tried not to sigh contentedly at feeling his release leak out of me. Another fantasy he’d made real. I’d never gone bare with anyone, but as soon as I saw him again, I knew that’s what I wanted. I didn’t even have to think about offering to skip condoms as soon as he mentioned them. I knew I could trust him completely in a way I couldn’t anyone else.
Ville man-handled me onto my side, and I went with it easily, letting that happy sigh escape as he spooned around me. He was a good six inches taller than me, and broader and heavier too, so he surrounded me in the best way. I was cocooned in his warmth and protection and I would happily stay there all night.
This time, my sigh was less content.
Ville kissed the back of my neck, nosing my hair out of the way. It made me shiver.
“What’s that sound for?”
I wiggled back so he would hold me tighter. He did, then arranged himself so his spent dick was nestled between my thighs. “Just wondering how long I’ve got before you kick me out?”
The growl sent another shiver through me. He squeezed me even tighter, and then thrust a couple of times, his cock spreading around his cum that was still leaking from my hole. But then he did the unthinkable. He let out a little huff and then let go of me, rolling onto his back.
“I’m not kicking you out. How long you stay depends on how close to breakfast you want to do the walk of shame.”
I flipped over to my other side quickly, not caring in that moment that I lost more of his cum. I propped my head on my hand so I could really see him, but he wasn’t looking at me, staring at the ceiling instead.
“Sugar, it’s only a walk of shame if you’re ashamed of what you did. And I, for one, am not.” I threw a leg over his hips. “Are you?”
Ville grabbed me, hauling me in closer, so I was plastered against one side. Then he slid a hand down my body, between my legs, and started playing with his cum. He teased my hole, pressed some back in, gently petting me. My dick woke up again, not ready to play just yet, but getting there. I whimpered a little, loving the command he had over me. Like since it was his cum, it was his hole too, and he could do what he wanted.
