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His arse grinds against my crotch as he kisses my mouth. His hands are in my hair. Gripping. Pulling. Chests touching, I feel his heart beating against my own, hammering in line with his pulse which throbs beneath my fingers on his neck. Yet there’s too much space between us. I need more of him. All of him.
“Fuck me, Laurence.” The plea almost chokes me.
His hands slide between our bodies, start working on my belt. “We need to talk,” he says, breathless as he kisses along my shoulder.
“Uh-huh… L-Late...” My dick springs free, lands in his fingers, “…er…Ohh, fuck.”
“Turn around,” he says like an order, voice low. Firm.
I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told. I kick my pants all the way off and flip around, bending over the couch. I’ve never felt so exposed and brazen. I’m surprised how thrilling it is, how safe I feel.
The clink of Laurence’s belt rattles behind me and my mouth dries in anticipation. His fingers dig into my hips, jolt them forward, making me gasp. “God, you look perfect like this,” he says, with one hand spreading me open for him. “This is going to feel a little rougher,” he adds, his gravelled tone sounding almost like a warning.
I gulp, though there’s nothing there, no moisture on my arid tongue.
I hear him spit.
Oh…
My cock twitches.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks. “I can’t promise I’ll be able to go slow.”
Panting, desperate, I can only nod.
Laurence pushes inside, and a hiss of painful pleasure rips through my throat. His cock fills me all the way, burning, stretching, delivering a pressure that teeters delicately between painful and delicious.
“S-so tight,” Laurence chokes out, stilling inside me.
“Move,” I plead. “I need to feel you.”
He slides out of me slowly, and I hear him spit again. This time I feel a drop of hot saliva land between my cheeks and drip down the crevice onto his cock, before he delves back inside. “Fuck…”
My body starts to adjust, my hole widening for him, the stinging subsiding with every delectable thrust of his hips. Laurence must feel it, too, because his nails dig deeper into my flesh, holding me in place while he gathers speed.
“God, William…” My name on his tongue while his body is in mine is the most precious sound. “You feel fucking amazing.” He drives harder, faster, his balls slapping my skin and sending vibrations through my own, until his chest folds over my back. “So good.”
My face turns, seeking his lips but unable to reach. But my hand finds his hair, gripping the strands as he kisses my neck. This sex is different. This is fucking. Urgent and primal. And it’s incredible.
As sweat builds between us, erasing the friction, Laurence hitches a leg onto the couch. His hands move from my hips, and he locks one arm around my waist, while the other hand grabs the base of my cock.
“I want you to come all over my hand again,” he says in my ear as he pounds my arse and yanks at my dick. “Will you do that, William?”
“Yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth. It won’t be long, either.
His grip is so tight on my shaft as he flexes his wrist in rhythm with his hips. He slams into me, grunting from effort, moaning with pleasure, and my head starts to cool, blood rushing to my lower half, tingling every nerve on its way down.
“I’m gonna come,” I say, almost scream, the pressure in my spine drawing my balls into my body. “Fuck …” It’s building, swelling, throbbing. Base to tip. I feel my hole clench around Laurence’s cock, sucking him further, and I can’t take it any longer. “Laurence…”
“William!” he yells in unison, my name coarse against his throat as his final thrust pins me to the couch and my dick spasms and spurts into his hand.
We remain breathless and tangled for a minute or so. Not speaking. Not moving. Laurence’s cock wanes inside me, and a bizarre sense of grief washes over me, knowing this connection will be over soon. I can’t bring myself to be the first to roll away, despite the threat of cramp twinging in my calf. I’d rather lie here in agony wearing Laurence like a blanket, than be comfortable and alone.
Inevitably, his soft cock slips out of my body, and I sag further into the cushions. Laurence’s lips touch the back of my neck, pepper soft kisses all the way to my ear. “You came back,” he whispers, nuzzling my hair.
I turn my face, rub my jaw against his. “I came back.”
“Are you uncomfortable yet?”
A chuckle escapes. “Been getting cramp since the moment I came in your hand.”
Laughing, Laurence peels himself off my back and stands up. I miss the pressure instantly. My skin reacts to the sudden cold. Turning over, I take a moment to admire him as he stands tall and naked in front of me, his skin glistening, hair ruffled.
