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But once we’re in my room and the door behind us closes, he’s gentle. He leads me to my bed where I lie on my back so I can watch him as he stretches me out with lubed fingers. We don’t talk except for when I remind him not to use a condom. When Lucas enters me, the only sounds we make are soft sighs and moans.
He slides in, then out, then in, a consistent, languid pace that makes my toes curl as the pleasure spreads from that spot deep inside me to every nerve in my body. Lucas looks down at me, hair hanging, lips parted. I love the faces he makes — the way his eyes are glued to mine, the tremors in his jaw that let me know that he’s holding on, that he’s trying so hard not to lose it. I love the sounds he makes, so soft and breathy and unrestrained. Vulnerable. Raw. Honest.
As he fucks me, I run my hands up and down his arms, which are tense as he tries to control himself. I touch his back, his shoulders, the soft skin of his neck all the way to the underside of his jaw.
“Kiss me,” I breathe.
He does. He leans down and his tongue is instantly against mine, and we both moan at the same time. I love it — swallowing each other’s sounds of pleasure, the way his lips weld to mine. I love the taste of him, the taste that’s now grown so familiar.
I nibble on his bottom lip, ever so lightly, but he still growls and picks up the pace of his thrusting, just ever so slightly. I buck my hips, trying to meet his thrusts.
“Y— you feel so good.” My voice is a broken, whimpery mess. I sound as if I’ve lost my mind.
He groans, and it vibrates against my lips. His jaw scratches against mine, and it feels so good. I want him to rub his face all over me.
“You do,” he replies. “You have no idea how much I’m trying to….”
I clench around him, and he groans again, eyes fluttering shut, lashes sweeping against his skin. Then he snaps his eyes open, bright and electrifying.
“How much I’m trying to hold back,” he finishes. “I could come just looking at you.”
He buries his face into my neck, and I feel him suck the skin into his mouth. My stomach swoops at the sensation, at the knowledge he’s making me his. He smells so, so good. Even like this, sweaty and messy, I’m addicted to the scent of him.
He slams into me, a thrust that hits my prostate perfectly, making hot pleasure spread through my cock. I’m leaking pre-cum all over my belly. The sensitive underside of my erection is stimulated every time Lucas moves on top of me, rubbing against his lower abdomen.
“You’re fucking me so good,” I tell Lucas. My words are almost inaudible, that’s how breathless I am. “You feel so good inside of me.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Lucas groans. “I don’t — I might not…” He starts ramming into me faster, and his cheeks are growing pinker by the second.
“I want you to finish inside me,” I whisper.
His eyes darken. “Yeah? You want me to finish in your ass?”
I nod eagerly, not trusting myself to speak.
“Okay,” Lucas says, nodding, jaw tight with concentration. “I’m going to cum in your ass. I’m going to cum inside you.”
My cock starts to throb differently. I feel it happening. I’m going to —
“Oh fuck, you’re so good, Charlie. You’re so good.” Lucas closes his eyes, then forces them open. “I’m going to cum inside you, and later, when it leaks out of your swollen asshole, you’ll remember that you’re mine.”
The filthy words tip me over the edge, and everything blanks for a moment. Then, the pressure in my body snaps until I’m nothing but heat, and ecstasy and calm. I take a moment to come back to myself, and I’m distantly aware that my stomach is wet with hot, sticky cum. Lucas finishes, slamming into me one final time, his cockhead pressed against my prostate, and the oversensitivity is enough to make me jolt. Lucas’s cum splatters inside of me, and then he’s a sweaty heap on top of me, breathing heavily, eyes closed as his body shudders with the aftereffects. There’s a sheen of sweat on his hairline, his collarbone, the back of his neck.
Slowly, he peels himself off me and rolls onto the bed beside me. I don’t waste any time snuggling up to him, and he pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my waist.
He runs his fingers through my hair, and I smile at the sensation. “Playing with my hair?”
“I’ve always wanted to. It’s so soft.”
I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation of being touched.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” he asks.
“Of course. You know I do. I could have you play with my hair all day, every day.”
He chuckles, then quiets. “When you told me to cum inside you…I think I lost my mind.”
“Speaking of…I feel it spilling out right now.”
