The taste of him was intoxicating and I lunged in, nibbling and suckling the delicate skin.
I wanted more, but suddenly he slid his hands under my arms and pulled me up, shifting until we were lying together on the sofa, he on his back and me pressed against his chest. Then his lips were on mine, devouring me, biting at my lower lip, urging me with his tongue to open my mouth. I relented and his tongue swept in, and I knew he was in control. He knew he was in control. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands roam my back, caressing me, stroking my skin, running his finger down my spine. I shivered at his touch as he gently began to kiss my neck. I felt him suck harder for a moment and knew he was marking me. I reveled in that, eagerly tilting my head to give him even better access.
He finally moved away and looked into my eyes. My body trembled with my need and his eyes told me he feltit. He rolled us, flipping me so I was under him, my back against the sofa. He braced his arms on either side of me and kept much of his weight off me. While I knew he was worried about hurting me, I wanted his hairy chest and hard cock rubbing against me. I slid an arm around his neck and pulled him down; our lipstouched and electricity coursed through me. In seconds we were grinding our hips against each other.
I moaned as all that delicious hair rubbed against my chest, creating a friction that drove me wild.
Breathless, he whispered, “What happens next in your fantasies?”
No nerves held me back now. “You fuck my ass, hard. You bend me over and order me to spread my legs and you make my ass yours.”
“So hot…” he growled, and he leaned down to nip at my jaw.
“Yeah, it’s hot,” I agreed. “Now are you going to make my fantasy come true tonight or not?”
His eyes flashed and his demeanor changed as he sat up, pulling me along with him so I straddled his lap.
“Damn right, I’m going to!” he exclaimed as he cupped my ass. His gaze fell on the kitchen doorway. “Follow me,” he said and grabbed my hand, leaving me no choice but to follow.
In the kitchen, he pointed to the table. “Oh, yeah, this is perfect. Get your ass over there and lean against the table.”
His voice was commanding. I glanced back at him and a shiver went through me. He looked almost dangerousand I couldn’t wait to be his. I hurried over to the old yellow Formica table and leaned down, pushing my ass out for him.
“God, yes, that’s a beautiful ass, baby. Spread your legs a little more.”
I eagerly complied and he pushed his hard dick up against my ass. I felt it slide between my cheeks and moaned at the contact.
“Lube?” he demanded, his breathing growing ragged. “Condoms?”
“Lube’s in the living room on the sofa. I don’t have condoms because I wasn’t planning this.”
“Crap. I hope I have one in my wallet.” He left to go look and I heard him flipping the lube open as he walked back into the kitchen.
“Found one,” he announced as he turned on the kitchen light.
Suddenly I felt a little shy and started to stand up.
“Fuck, no! You stay with your legs spread for me,” he growled.
I trembled at his order. “But, the light…”
“The light lets me see how incredibly sexy you are. I always knew you were hot, Evan. Hell, I jack off to a picture of you I have on my phone. But you’re even sexier than I imagined.”
I blushed at his compliments. The fact that he had a picture of me on his phone made my heart race, too. I heard him squeeze the lube out and turned to see him lathering it on his condom-covered dick.
He looked at me and smiled. “Besides, without the light, I wouldn’t be able to see my cock ramming your ass, now would I?”
I shook my head and whispered, “No.” As his lubed finger slid against my hole, it was cold at first, but the more he circled his finger, the warmer it got. He pushed gently until his finger popped into my ass.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned. “So tight. I knew you’d be tight.”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” I admitted.
“How can that be?” he asked as his finger slid farther in and then twirled around inside, loosening meup. “How can there be a man out there who doesn’t want you? I mean, you’re so fucking hot. And tight. And you look so fucking slutty bent over with your legs spread for me.”
Shit! I loved his dirty talk. It made me so fucking hot. “Do I?”
“Do you what?” he whispered as he slid a second finger in.