Page 43 of Before I Lost You

“What?” I ask, feigning confusion.

“Did you lose your way?” he asks with exasperation, and I purse my lips to hold in my laugh. “Do you need a map back to my prostate?”

“I thought you told menotto fuck you good,” I tease, and he growls.

I line myself up with his hole, pushing in slightly, and he gasps.

“I was just kidding—” he whines, and I thrust in smoothly, a little bit further, going past the ring of muscle. “Deeper,” Ken moans.

I go deeper until I’ve thrust in all the way, and he gasps. My thighs shake as I breathe in deeply, trying to ignore how tightlyhe’s gripping my cock. How warm and wet he feels. How easily I’m gliding in and out now, giving him shallow thrusts that I know are going to drive him insane. I want to go deeper just as badly as he wants me to, but I want to make him beg for it first. I need to hear it.

“Conrad,” Kenneth growls, and I chuckle. “This isn’t funny—” I angle my hips and hit his prostate, and he moans loudly, whispering, “Yes, please! Rightthere.”

“Here, baby?” I ask him softly, repeating the movement.

“Yes,” he groans. “More.”

Kenneth’s arms shake, which causes his body to tremble, and I press my hand between his shoulder blades and push him down until his face is on the towel, and he’s bracing himself with his forearms. It makes his ass feel even tighter somehow, and I blow out a big breath.

“I don’t think so, Kenny,” I whisper, gripping his hip with one hand while holding him down with my other one. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“Please,” he whispers. “I need it.”

“How bad?” I ask with a smirk, going a little deeper.

“So bad,” he groans when I graze his prostate and pull back. “Oh, God, I want it. Please, baby, fuck me deeper.”

“Beg me some more,” I growl, going a little faster, but not deep enough. “I want to hear how badly you want it.”

“Please, Conrad,” Kenneth whines when I get closer to his prostate but don’t quite hit it right. “I’m begging you, please.”

“Good boy,” I whisper, and he moans so loud when I peg his prostate, I’m afraid we’ll get caught. “Shhhh.”

“I-I can’t help it,” he says as I piston my hips harder now, a little faster. He gasps again. “Like that.”

“More?” I ask him. “Tell me not to stop.”

“Don’t stop. Please!” He almost sobs when I fuck him right where he needs me to. “I’m gonna come, baby. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. It’s so good—”

“Come for me, Kenny,” I reply, my voice strained as my balls draw up and my spine tingles. If he doesn’t stop talking to me like that, all throaty and mixed with moans, I’m going to fucking come too. “I’m so close.”

“Yes,” he groans. “I’m c-coming!Conrad.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, fucking him harder through his orgasm. His ass clenches around me, making me come so hard my vision turns white, and there are spots dancing everywhere. My cum pulses out of me in waves, and he fucks me back as I empty myself into him. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, and I drape my body over his back and look around quickly. “You were so fucking loud, Kenneth.”

Ken laughs even louder, his body shaking under mine. “You love that shit.”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m gonna pull out,” I tell him. “Do we have any tissues? Or are you gonna have sand in your ass?”

Kenneth grabs a pack of baby wipes and throws it back to me, and it lands next to me on the sand. I grab it and pull out of him, then get a baby wipe to clean him up, then myself.

“Good as new,” I whisper, then lean down and kiss his ass cheek.

We put ourselves back together and shove everything back into our beach bag, then lie down on the sand. With his body tucked neatly against mine, his head resting on my shoulder, and my arm wrapped around him as we look up at the sky, I can’t help the thought that comes into my mind.

This is the best day of my life.

Chapter 16