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“You’d want that?” Theo says. “To take my ass? Bend me over and tunnel up inside of me. I’d take you so good, Logan.”
Oh hell. I lay back down and start to fuck my fist. I like his dirty talk. I like it very much. A small whimper escapes my mouth as desire slams through me.
“More, talk more,” I grunt, and the chair screeches across the floor as he brings himself closer.
But he doesn’t indulge me. Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he just says, “Faster.”
“Always bossing me around,” I grumble, and he shifts even closer. But that ass of his doesn’t move from his chair, it stays planted right where it is.
“Afraid to come over here?” I taunt. “Afraid that ass will sit on my dick if you get too close?”
He huffs, his cheeks pink and his pupils dilated.
“Come on,” I say, egging him on. “Come over here. Don’t be a pussy.”
Theo’s chest heaves, and then whatever’s holding him back snaps, and he’s on me. I barely have time to blink, and he’s pressing against me, his shirt riding up his thighs.
And he’s not wearing anything underneath it. I knew it.I fucking knew it.
My hand lets go of my dick, and I grab onto his bare ass as he rocks into me, our dicks sliding against each other and the sensation only makes me hornier. It feels fucking amazing.
I picture them moving together, all that hard, taut skin just rubbing together, and I have to see it but his oversized shirt is hanging down, hiding it from me, so I grab onto the hem and yank the fabric up.
He looks at me inquisitively with the shirt bunched around his neck.
“I need to see,” I pant and then wrench it off over his head, tossing it across the room. I hear a muffled shriek and then a scamper. The shirt must have landed on the cat. Whoops.
I lift my head and glance down at where our thick and throbbing cocks meet, and my heartbeat stutters. A bit of precum has leaked out of his and I brush my thumb across the tip, smearing it onto mine.
“Oh my god,” Theo whispers as I clasp us in my hand and squeeze our shafts together.
“Look how big you are,” I say and then meet his hooded stare as I slide my hand rhythmically up and down our lengths.
His cheeks are flushed, and his breath comes out in short, desperate pants. His pink lips are parted. What would it be like to taste those mean, pouty lips?
Why the fuck shouldn’t I find out? What’s stopping me?
Nothing, that’s what.
I lean up and smash my mouth to his. His whole body stiffens against me but he doesn’t pull away. So, I take that as a green light, and gently grasp his jaw and tilt his face just a little, slipping my tongue inside his warm mouth. Holy fucking hell, he tastes good—like cinnamon and coffee.
I hum my satisfaction and start to pump our dicks more frantically.
He groans, his mouth opening wider for me, his body trembling with each thrust into my hand.
I’m overwhelmed by sensations—the taste of him as I lick my way across his tongue, the smell of our sweat, the sounds of our mouths and bodies grinding against one another, sloppy and depraved.
One of his hands slips into my curls, and he tightens his grip, and I moan loudly.
God, I love this—rough, needy, unfiltered sex.
At this moment, nothing else matters but Theo and I finding release.
I feel my balls draw up, and I groan loudly as my come splatters across my hand and stomach. I feel Theo’s body shudder as he follows me over the edge, spilling onto my dick and abdomen. The sight is so hot that my dick refuses to soften.
I look up at Theo and for a brief moment, I see only peace and satisfaction on his face, but it’s quickly snatched away as he wrenches himself off of me and stumbles toward the kitchen.
His trembling hands fist his hair, and he begins to pace.
