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Not the most romantic words I’ve ever heard. But we’re so fucking horny, and that husky voice of his is so sexy, he could read the dictionary and I’d probably come. Also, it seems like he’s made the choice for the both of us that I’m the obvious bottom. Yeah, babe, maybe this time …
“Yes, sir,” I say back.
I tear open a condom package, roll it down the length of his dick, then pop open the lube and prep him right up. With what remains of the lube, I reach behind me and tease a finger at my hole. The cool sensation of the lube makes my eyes shut as I sigh, then bite my lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” says Alan from beneath me.
My body is crackling with energy, coursing to every tip of my fingers and toes, to even the hair follicles on my arms and exposed legs. Just the subtle teasing of my finger in my hole has me unapologetically rock hard and throbbing.
“I love watching you,” he breathes.
I keep biting my lip, then peer down at his sexy face, some of his messy hair glued to his forehead by sweat. “I kinda like being watched,” I say. “It’s hot. Like I got all the power, even if you’re the one shootin’ out the orders.”
“Is that what I’m doing?” he asks, out of breath. “Shooting out orders? Sit on my dick.”
I grin. “Yes, sir,” I tease him, then position my body over his. When the tip finds my smooth hole, anticipation rushes through me. I’m extra sensitive today, likely because of how long it’s been, and I swear every inch of my body craves his dick inside me. It takes everything in me not to just press my ass down on him all at once.
But when I start to lower myself, and I feel him slowly sliding into me, I realize this is exactly what I wanted all along. The deeper he goes inside me, putting pressure on all the right areas, my dick swells to the point of explosion.
“Ride me,” he commands as he grips my hips, holding me in place.
I oblige, lost to the oblivion of how good this feels to have him inside me. I rock my hips, guided by his authoritative hands. The muscles in my thighs flex, contract, and release with every thrust.
With my hands freed, I grab hold of my own raging-hard dick and start to stroke.
“Look at me.”
My wild eyes lock onto his, piercing through the haze of my own rampant horniness.
“Yeah,” he mumbles, smirking as he suppresses a moan. “Mmm, yeah, that’s better. Connor …”
“Alan …” I say back, riding his cock faster.
There’s something beautiful and tragic about a first time with a guy like Alan. I want it to last for hours and hours. But the thrill of at last putting our bodies together is too much to restrain.
It isn’t much longer before I’m at the brink. “I’m gonna come all over your chest,” I say, and I don’t know if it’s a threat or a warning.
“Do it,” he orders me.
I lurch forward when I come, pressing a hand to the bed right by his head, bringing our faces so close together that he gets to watch every squirm of euphoric anguish on my face as I come.
I’m embarrassed to think of the noises I make as I pant and moan and whimper, emptying across his rippling abs. But from the look in Alan’s hard and hungry eyes, it’s all the right noises. And not long after I’ve finished, he bucks his hips, and I feel the inevitable throbbing of his dick as he reaches his own point of no return. His face contorts, his nose wrinkles up, and when he comes inside me, I press my ass down on him, riding out every last shot of ecstasy he’s got for me.
When we’re finished, I settle right there to catch my breath, still straddling him, his dick still inside me. Sweat trickles down my forehead, back, and chest. The lazy grin I wear mimics his own, and when we look at each other, we start to laugh with relief. “Wow,” he says four times in a row, his words barely hanging on a breath, his eyes drunk with his afterglow. “I haven’t felt that good since—”
“Ever,” I finish for him.
Then our laughter expires. We stare into each other’s eyes, a peaceful silence filling the room. The balcony door is still open, letting in a cool night wind from outside, as well as the distant noises of traffic and a faraway police siren.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
Alan tilts his head, looking dreamy. “I’m trying to picture what your body would look like, all wet, glistening under my rainfall showerhead.”
I smirk. “Why try to picture it when you can see for yourself?”
