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He widens his stance, bending at the waist. God, he has a great ass. I smooth my left hand over the thick curve of it. And because I can’t fucking help myself, I drop to one knee behind him, burying my face in his heat.
“Oh—fuck—Cay—” He’s not big into eating ass, but if I’m the one offering, he can’t bend over fast enough.
I make a mess of him, swiping with my tongue, getting his hole wet with my spit. He pants, pressing back against my pressure, moaning into the curve of his arm as I suck and tease, rimming his tight hole with my tongue.
“You want this cock, you better relax,” I order, nipping the cheek of his ass with my teeth.
He groans again, letting out a shaky breath. “Feels so fucking good.”
From my knees, I have the perfect view as I sink one finger into his tight hole.
“God—”
“Breathe,” I murmur. “That’s it.” I work that finger in and out, applying the lube all the way around. His wet heat swallows me and I bite my lip, fighting my own groan. Fuck, I love anal. Very important when you live as part of a bi four-way. I press another finger in, letting them both curl forward and down as I go reaching for his prostate—
“Oh—fuuuuuck,” he garbles, breathless and needy.
“Right there?” I tease, working the spot again.
He slams a hand against the shelf, making it all rattle. “Ungh—mygod—right fucking there—” His voice is a deep, masculine growl.
I smile, kissing his ass cheek as I press in and down with two fingers, dragging along his prostate until he squirms.
“Baby—fuck—daddy, please,” he begs. Yeah, his house of cards is crumbling. Play doesn’t last long with him before he drops the act and just becomes a feelings machine.
I stand, squeezing the rest of the lube from the packet onto the fingers I still have buried in his ass. Careful not to waste it, I work the lube in. “You ready to take my dick? You gonna be my perfect good fucking boy?”
“Yes,” he groans. “God, I love you so fucking much, Cay. Do it.”
I pull my fingers free and grip my cock at the base, pressing in close. This first feeling of connection is what I always crave. Whether with Rachel or Jake, it’s the first glide home that always takes my breath away.
I press my tip in, letting out a slow exhale. Hearing me, Jake mirrors it and I see his hip muscles relax. I press in deeper, holding my shaft tight as I work in. “God, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”
He pants a laugh, glancing over his shoulder. “Who’s fault is that? How long’s it been, Cay?”
“Too fucking long,” I reply, sinking in another inch, working in and out all the way to the tip to make sure he’s good and stretched. My every instinct is begging me to pound him senseless, but I can’t hurt him. I’ll die first.
I feel the moment he gives in. His body goes slack and it’s suddenly like he’s pulling me in as much as I push. “Fu-fu-fuuuuck,” he pants, breathless as I sink all the way in.
My hips settle against the curve of his ass and we just pause and breathe, sharing this perfect moment of connection. My hands smooth from his hips, up his sides, over his shoulders. His body is a work of art, honed to perfection.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, leaning forward to kiss his warm shoulder. “Perfect.”
“I’m perfect now?” he teases, glancing back at me. “You gonna call me King of the—ahh—”
I thrust in hard, silencing him with a groan. “Don’t fucking push it.”
“No, pushme,” he begs. “Fuck me like you’re the only one who owns this ass.”
“Oh, you want me to pound this ass?” I tease, moving my hips harder against him. “Make you beg. Make you moan—”
“Fuck me, daddy. Please god,” he murmurs under his breath. He gives as well as he takes, holding his hips firm as he breathes it out, stifling a groan into the crook of his arm. “Yeah, there—right there—”
I keep one hand on his shoulder, and one on his hip as I go to town, pounding his tight hole. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room as we groan together, taking our pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, ready to give him the praise that will make us both come undone. “You’re so beautiful. So strong.”
He moans, dropping a hand down to work his cock. “I’ve missed you,” he groans. “Need you. Cay, baby, please—”
His begging has me wrapping myself around him, one hand bracing against his chest as I take over working his cock. “Kiss me,” I say. “Jake, kiss me.”
