“Too much,” he panted. “Gonna come so hard.”
“That’s the whole point.” I smiled, kissing the inside of his leg. Pressing a second finger inside of him, which he swallowed up with ease.
“Such a good boy,” I whispered. “Gonna fuck you so good.”
“That’s so dirty.” He laughed.
“But you are a good boy, Headmaster Riley.”
“Fuck you.”
“Nope. It’s my go,” I said sternly, getting up on all fours. Him underneath me, all flushed and beautiful. That cock of his standing straight up. It was so tempting just to sink down on him, let myself stretch around all that skin. I could almost feel it, the heady fullness, the insane stretch. I didn’t mind. I wanted it. I wanted all of this. I hoisted his hips up and arranged us so I could press my dick against him. Lube, everywhere. My fingers holding on to the foreskin as I breached his opening. Pushed. Watched him try to adjust to me, his head falling back as his eyes closed. Noises. Little puffs of air.
I watched him because, more than anything, this turned me on the most. Knowing what I was doing to him? Fuck. The feeling was immense. I felt like I was flying, my vision swimming in arousal, allowing myself to push harder, watching myself penetrate him in complete awe. One small push at a time, his moans against mine. Adjusting a little more. That final push where he growled out something, his eyes springing open as I pulled out and then slammed back in.
“Fuck,” he said.
“You’re mine,” I grunted, trying to control my breathing.
“More.”
“Fuck yes.”
My choice of words was atrocious, but at this point, it was the only thing that fit. I wanted to shout them out. Tell him how fucking perfect his arse was, how the way he arched his back turned me on almost as much as the way his arse clenched around me. I could feel it. I could feel every little movement he was giving me. And I didn’t even have to think here, my body doing all the work for me as I swam along, holding myself up as he once again adjusted himself so I could go deeper. All the way inside him.
“Noah,” he warned. Oh. Okay. “Fuck, Noah.”
I thought it was the moment I met his eyes. When we just looked at each other and my hips were jacking into him and his legs were clamped around my back, and we were somehow so perfectly in sync.
I thought things like this only happened in stupid, perfectly cut together porn movies. Or in Hollywood films. Where my orgasm depended on his. Where I slammed into him, knowing I only had seconds to spare. The minute his mouth fell slack, I knew.
And my orgasm hit me like a brick wall, the sudden shift in me making me freeze up, my head falling back, and then forward, as I tried desperately to regain control.
I couldn’t. Because his neck was twisted to the side and he roared. Shouted out words, and I thought I had a second coming, perfectly wedged deep inside of him.
No condom. Fuck it felt good. Breeding the shit out of him. Filling him with my seed and somehow claiming him. My thoughts didn’t make any sense, but nothing here did. The way I fell on top of him, my mouth clamping on to his neck. Kisses. Breathing. Anything I could reach.
My fingers fisted in his hair, lube and arse and all. I didn’t care because I needed to hold on to him so I could find my way back to reality.
I didn’t want reality. I wanted this. This ridiculous alternate universe where I lived in a castle in Scotland and had this beautiful man in my bed.
His bed.
And he still hadn’t said a word. Just lay there, breathing. In and out. His cock spent, a trail of wetness on his stomach. I wanted to lick it up, but that would mean letting go of his hair. Moving from this perfect place of bliss I was in. Spent and exhausted, the scent of him everywhere.
“I can smell you,” he said. “I just catch a whiff of you, and I want to bone you. I’ve wanted to get naked from that first whiff in the pub. Don’t know how I lasted this long.
“We came…at the same time.” I grinned. “That was a first for me.”
“Good!” He grinned. “For me as well, I think.”
“Good.”
Fuck. My word game was ridiculous.
“Fox…”
“I know,” he said. “I know this is ridiculous, but I feel it. I can feel everything, and it’s crazy, I know that. But please don’t go back down south. Just stay here. I don’t care how; I just want you here.”
