I groaned at the added girth, but loved the sensation. “Do I look slutty? Do you like me bent over for you?” I asked, my face heating up.
He stopped fingering my ass for a second. “Did I upset you? Did I go too far?”
I wiggled my ass, silently begging for his fingers to move again. He understood and started sliding them in and out, then added a third one.
“Evan?” he prompted.
Now I was embarrassed. How did I tell him the dirty talk turned my crank? Just then his fingers hit that sweet spot and I shook at the incredible feeling pouring through me. Fuck it! I was just going to be honest.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Nick, God, Nick…I want to be your slut so bad. I like knowing I turn you on. I like…you looking at my body. I ache at night thinking about bending over for you. Don’t you know? Don’t you know I would let you take me anytime, anywhere?”
“That’s so hot,” he growled. “Get ready, then. I’m about to fuck the hell out of this sweet ass!”
He pulled his fingers out and lined his hard cock up to my opening. He pushed in and I pushed out a little, helping him slide the fat head inside. It popped, and I cried out a little at the pain.
He leaned over and caressed my back. “It’s okay, baby. Just give it a sec and the pain will be gone.”
Nick stayed still for a moment, until I felt restless and pushed against him, then I felt him slide in deeper. Finally he was buried in me and his balls slapped against me. It was the most incredible feeling.
“Oh, baby. This is the best…the best I have ever…ohh, yeah.”
I heard Nick’s words and agreed. “Fuck me,” I pleaded.
Nick pulled out and slammed back in. No gentleness here. Pure fucking. Hot, hard, sweaty fucking. It was incredible. My entire body thrummed as he pumped his dick in and out, over and over. He grabbed my hip with one hand and snaked the other one around and grabbed my dick, pumping it hard.
“Oh, Nick…Nick!” I moaned.
“Come for me, Evan. Give it to me! I’m so close to coming.”
I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell, and suddenly I shot over his hand, all over the kitchen table.Thick, white creamy ropes sprayed out as waves of pleasure flooded my body. My heart was beating so fast, I felt like I had been running a marathon. Colors swirled in front of my eyes and I felt my knees start to buckle. “Nick!”
He held on tight and cried out as I felt his cock pulse deep inside me. “Fuck, yeah! This is the best…oh God! Evan!”
Nick collapsed on top of me as I fell onto the table, pressing my chest into the wet mess. We were a heap of hot, sweaty, thoroughly fucked men.
I snickered and he laughed with me. When I shook my ass, he slapped my hip lightly.
“Hey, give me a breather before you get me all worked up again. We have plenty of time, you know!”
I laughed. He was right. We did have time. And I couldn’t wait to see how our evening progressed.
“You want to go to your bedroom?” he asked. “Do you want me to sleep over? Or…do you want me to leavelater?”
My heart skipped. “You want to…stay?”
He kissed the back of my neck. “I never want to leave,” he confessed, his voice husky.
I shivered and shifted until our eyes met. “Please stay. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and this will have all been a dream.”
He smiled and kissed my cheek. “It’s not a dream.”
I grinned back. “Maybe we should get cleaned up a little.”
He chuckled. “Yeah. Hang on.” He eased back and slipped out, then turned to grab a towel from a kitchen drawer. When he gently wiped me off, I sighed. It was almost as if he cherished me. As if I were important to him and he was taking care of me.
He tossed the rag into the sink and grabbed my hand. “I’ll get that in the morning. We’ve got more important things to do right now.”
I let him lead me out of the kitchen and down the hall to my bedroom. He opened the door and I took a quick look around. It wasn’t too messy, thank God. I watched Nick lay down on my bed and settle in the center, arms folded under his head.
“You going to join me?” Nick asked with a smile.
I’m not sure what got into me, but I grinned and took a flying leap onto the bed, landing next to him. Before he could say a word, my lips were on his and I was climbing on top of him.