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When he did, I was left temporarily speechless as I stared at him. His eyes were heavy-lidded with lust, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from our frantic kissing. His body was lean and toned and beautiful, limbs long and graceful. His nipples were a much darker shade of grey, almost black, and the patch of silky pubic hair at the root of his cock was the same shade of pink-tinged black as the hair on his head.
The skin on his legs gleamed copper, but there were a couple of irregular little patches of grey too—one on the side of his left knee, and another on his inner right thigh. Like birthmarks, almost. I wanted to kiss them, so I did, leaning down to press my lips to one, then the other. He shivered, teeth raking over his lower lip.
“T-Taylor.”
He planted his feet on the mattress as I knee-walked closer until my hips were nestled against the backs of his thighs and my pulsing cock was pressed against his sac. He moaned when I leaned in to kiss him again, trailing his long fingers down my sides and making me shiver.
I didn’t want to stop kissing him, growing breathless with lust as our tongues glided languidly together for long moments, but eventually, I pulled back and leaned over to search through the nightstand for a condom. Holt’s throat bobbed as I tore the packet open and rolled it over his straining dick with trembling fingers, then lunged forward to kiss him again. Mouth still fused to his, I started clambering up to straddle his hips. Holt dropped his legs back onto the mattress, knees falling open wide so he could arch up against me.
I felt his hand patting around on the bed for the lube, then heard a click as he opened the cap. A second later, coated fingers smoothed over my taint to my hole, slicking it in languid circles before he carefully pushed three inside me.
I moaned into his mouth, rocking down onto them. I’d forgotten the intimacy of having someone’s fingers inside me, stretching me, knowing what was to come. I was shivering non-stop with lust as he slid them in and out, preparing me for his cock. By the time he eased them out to stroke his cock and slick it with more lube, we were both trembling with want.
Before I began taking him inside me, I glanced back and stretched out my arm to snag the cowboy hat resting on the bed. Holt snuffled a little laugh as I dropped it onto my head.
“You don’t really have to wear it,” he told me with an affectionate grin, smoothing his hands up and down my thighs.
I grinned back. “I’m riding you in the cowboy hat, Holt. We made a deal.”
He laughed, but then his brows pinched, eyes growing soft as he gazed at me. His throat bobbed with a swallow, before he croaked, “Taylor.”
I hesitated, then asked, “Are you okay?” not sure what that expression meant. He nodded quickly, cupping my chin and pulling me back in for another kiss.
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, then groaned, hips shifting to press his hard cock against me. “I’m just—Shit, I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Neither could I. Kissing him again, I reached down to grip the base of his shaft, lining it up. When the tip pressed against my relaxed hole, Holt shuddered and groaned against my mouth. He broke the kiss to look down and watch.
“Take… take your time,” he panted, fingers biting into my hips as I let out a slow breath and bore down. “There’s no—Fuuuck.”
His cockhead popped inside. My body went hot and cold all over, scalp tingling as I adjusted to the stretch. I could feel myself clenching tightly around him, and Holt was trembling, his hips twitching as he tried to keep them still.
With tiny thrusts, I sank deeper onto his shaft until I could feel his tight sac pressing against me. Holt watched his dick tunnelling inside me the entire time, his jaw slack with lust and eyes hooded.
He let out an unsteady breath and finally lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I started to move, lifting up to slide back down his shaft. “Fuck. Yes.”
“D-does it feel good?” he panted, his hands on my hips helping to take some of my weight as my thighs trembled.
“Yes,” I moaned, then met his gaze. “Can’t you feel it?”
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely, expression tightening with pleasure. “But I still wanted to ask.”
I chuckled breathlessly, one hand curling around the headboard to help me balance while the other burrowed into his hair as I leaned in to kiss him. My stiff cock brushed against his stomach with my movements, sending little sparks of pleasure through me. Holt’s hands slid onto my ass as he thrust his tongue greedily into my mouth, and he tilted my hips in a way that had his cockhead gliding over my prostate.
I shuddered hard, unable to keep kissing him as pleasure pulsed through my lower body. “Oh f-fuck.”
“Yeah.” He panted raggedly, heels digging into the mattress so he could arch his hips into me, tagging my prostate again. I whimpered, tightening my grip on his hair as my hips started moving faster.
Soon I was frantic, already addicted to the heavy throbs of bliss that coursed through me every time his cock slid firmly over my prostate. My movements grew frenzied, and I couldn’t stop, my tongue thrusting into his mouth in sloppy kisses as we fucked with desperate fervour.
Holt moaned helplessly as my ass clenched around him. I wanted to know what he was feeling, so I breathlessly asked, “H-how does it feel?”
“F-feels like I’m getting fucked at the same time.” He was shuddering, broken groans leaving him as his hips jerked erratically into me. “Oh my god. Taylor.”
Knowing he could feel what I was feeling—plus the sensation of my ass gloving his dick—made me start to shake with arousal. I bounced desperately on his cock, ignoring the burn in my thighs, making sure he ground against my prostate with every thrust.
Suddenly the pleasure was mushrooming deep inside me. I clamped down on his dick as I gasped for breath against his cheek.
