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He melted beneath me, hands clinging to my shoulders, whimpers pouring from his mouth into mine. Yes, Clark might have schooled me well tonight, but this was what he loved. I grabbed one thigh and yanked it up, anchoring it around my hip.
“Give me that lube. I’ll get you ready.”
“O-okay,” he stuttered, eyes glazed with desire.
I kissed those full, sinful angelic lips one more time, then ripped open the packet of lube and poured the gel onto my fingertips. I rubbed them together to warm it slightly, then dipped between his legs, brushing past his balls, until I felt the furled entrance to his body. I stroked a finger slowly, teasingly over his hole and felt it give easily beneath my touch. Clark’s eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed beneath me, allowing my finger to push inside.
“Hurry,” he murmured. “Need you so badly.”
“What? I don’t get to tease you and make you tremble for me?”
“I’ll tremble,” he promised.
I pushed my finger deeper, feeling his body give, then added a second. By the third, he was rocking his hips to take me harder, a quiet moan on his lips, his body quivering. It seemed he was right about trembling, but now I had a new goal—to make him shake apart for me.
I’d fucked women before. I’d even done anal once. But sex with Clark was different. My mind had gone through an irreversible shift. Now, as I positioned my cock at his hole and grabbed his other leg to hoist him against the wall, my arms straining but my will determined to give him this fantasy, all I could think about was what it might feel like to have his cock at my hole, to be stretched and filled.
I pushed inside him, and he muffled a cry into my shoulder, body tightening around me. It reminded me of the burn and stretch of his fingers inside me and I shuddered as if I were the one who’d just been impaled, even as the pleasure of his body tightening around my cock intensified. “Fuck, you feel so good, angel.”
He let out an unsteady breath. “Move, please.”
I drew my hips back, rocking my cock a few inches back before thrusting in again. I did it again and again, teasing us both with the gentle strokes, craving more but unable to pound him the way I wanted and support his weight at the same time.
“Okay, floor,” he said after a few minutes. “Give it to me hard.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
With some careful disentanglement, we made it to the floor without injury, and Clark knelt on one cushion, hands holding on to the window frame because we’d ended up right in front of it again. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I knelt on the cushion behind him, wrapped one arm around his chest, and used my free hand to guide the blunt head of my cock to his hole.
“Hurry,” he urged.
I wasn’t one to leave my lovers wanting. I surged into his body, ramming home, and we both cried out far too loudly. I shifted my arm to cover his mouth with my hand and felt him shudder in response. I drew back and slammed in again, then again. Clark moaned against my hand, his breath hot, and his hole clamped around my dick like a vise. I lost all restraint, rutting into him like a wild animal, too far gone to worry about things like being too rough. Clark was giving me nothing but pleasurable moans while shoving his ass back to take every inch of me, so I wasn’t too concerned.
I looked down between our bodies, struck by the sight of my thick dick spreading his hole. Spearing in and out of him. Glistening with lube over the condom. I barely remembered suiting up, and the presence of the rubber annoyed me slightly. I wanted to shoot into his depths, to claim him from the inside out, but that was just sex brain talking.
I moved my hand. “Are you close?”
“So close, but I can’t…”
I peeked around him, understanding his conundrum. He was barely managing to take my thrusts without face-planting into the window. If he moved a hand, he was going to fall.
“Lick my hand,” I said.
Clark lapped at my palm, getting it good and wet, then I lowered it to fist his shaft. He gasped and his back arched. I was half-afraid he’d cry out loud enough to wake Toby now that I wasn’t muffling him, but Clark was silent as he came, cum splashing over my fingers and onto the floor, his hole fluttering around my cock, his insides pulsing with the waves of his orgasm.
It felt incredible, and with a few jerky thrusts, I came with a broken sound that I buried in the join between his shoulder and neck.
“Fuck,” I said again.
Clark gave a shaky laugh. “You have a way with words, Mr. Rhodes.”
“You inspire me, Mr. Fletcher.”
I carefully withdrew from his body, then tugged him around to kiss him gently. “Was that okay? I didn’t go too hard, did I?”
“It was perfect,” he said. “You were perfect.”
“So were you,” I said with a sigh. “You blew my mind with that rim job.”
