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I didn’t know if he was aware of my distraction, but he used it to sneak his index finger between my cheeks and prod at my ass. I wasn’t lubed up enough to take him there, but fuck, the friction at my entrance was enough to drive me wild. I drove into the deep, wet heat of his mouth, desperately needing more.
I pulled out and dragged him to his feet.
He stared at me, eyes hazy with lust, before our lips collided. I reached for his jeans, fumbling to get them undone, walking him backward into the thicket of trees surrounding the club while the others booed that I was taking him out of view.
I didn’t want anyone watching what I wanted to do to him.
This was just between him and me.
We stumbled into the trees, a mess of hot mouths and wet tongues and half-removed jeans. Our cocks rubbed on each other, slippery with precum. I pushed him up against a tree and kissed him deep, jerking his cock.
“I want you,” I said gruffly into his neck. “Fucking hell, that was hot.”
He grabbed at me, hauling me closer, tugging at my hair, my clothes, groaning into my mouth as I handled his dick.
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered on my lips. “I need it, Kian. This isn’t enough.”
For once, we were on the same train of thought.
“You need to come first. You won’t take me without something to lube you up.”
He thrust into my hand, moaning my name. A second later, his balls tightened, and he spilled over, his cum filling my hand. He bit down on my lip, shoving his tongue into my mouth and convulsing beneath my fingers.
With my eyes burning through his, I stroked my cock, coating it. “Turn around.”
He did. He gripped the tree, and I steadied him with one hand, exploring him with the other.
“Fuck, Kian,” he moaned when I touched a finger to his asshole.
I covered it in his slippery lube, rimming his ass until he could take my finger.
His moans became desperate as he held on, taking everything I gave him. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I rubbed my dick between his cheeks, not thrusting inside him but nudging at the place I wanted to be.
“Take it,” he groaned. “Fuck, please, I need it. I’m hard again.”
He stroked his cock with one hand while I fought back every urge to push forward, to claim him, mark him in a way that would make him mine.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He shook his head. “Do I have to fucking beg?”
This was going to be torture. I wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure, but I had an inkling he’d never done this before. The two of us never had anyway. We’d come close a couple of times but had backed out at the last minute, switching to hand jobs or oral.
But neither of us were kids anymore.
He wanted this as badly as I did.
I reached around him, taking his cock in my hand again and working it so he could brace himself on the tree.
I kissed his neck from behind, sucking and licking him, then slowly edged inside his tight hole.
His head dropped back onto my shoulder, exposing his throat. “Fuck, yes.”
It was all the encouragement I needed to edge farther in. To push through the tight canal until I bottomed out, fully seated inside him.
His breaths came in short pants, warm when he turned his head so our lips could meet. I dropped his cock and let him kiss me. It was blistering, filled with need and vulnerability, and trust. I thrust slowly, refusing to hurt him, even though he’d given me free rein to take him however I needed.
I withdrew then moved inside again, over and over, giving him time to breathe and adjust between each one.
