Page 57 of The Himbo and the Lord
“Morning, handsome,” he says.
“Handsome yourself,” I quip back, wondering if I could take a shower too. I rise and walk towards him.
“I’m prepped and ready for you. I want you to fill my ass.” He grins at me.
All thoughts of a shower fly out of my head, and blood rushes to my groin as my cock gets on board with the idea extremely quickly.
“Get on the bed then, darling,” I command, and he smirks as he gets on all fours in front of me. I don’t care what he says, I want to see for myself. I want to touch him. I slick my fingers with some lube and run them down his crease, feeling for myself.
“I said I was ready,” he whines, and wiggles, which only serves to push himself onto my fingers.
“Are you wanting to deny me the chance to touch your beautiful arse?” I tease and plant a kiss on each of his cheeks. He groans and I know he’s loving it, really. I pull out.
“On your back. I want to see you smile as I fuck you,” I say, and he wastes no time turning over as I roll a condom down over my cock and coat it in lube.
He may be well prepped but he’s still wonderfully tight as I thrust into him.
I close my eyes, rocking my hips, feeling Nate groan beneath me. He’s a perfect fit. He feels so good. Then my world tips on its axis, and by the time I open my eyes I’m lying on my back and the wonderful pressure round my dick has gone.
“My turn now,” says Nate, grinning down at me.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Nate
I’ve never been sothankful that my trainer back in New York texts me every few days and asks me if I’ve done my fifty weighted squats.
Ru’s surprise at suddenly being on his back and no longer inside me is fucking priceless. Of course, I would’ve been more impressed with myself if I’d managed to keep his hard cock inside me while flipping us over, but the math doesn’t math for that to happen.
“Fucking hell, Nate,” he whines torturously, and reaches down to his dick. I stop his movements by grabbing his wrist.
“No touching, mylord,” I tease. “I need to open you up a little.”
“Why can’t you do that while riding my cock?” He throws the question back at me.
I feel for the guy, I really do, but flip fucking has been on my sexual bucket list for a while now, and there’s no time like the present. I do want him on board, though.
“You know that’s not really possible if I want you actually prepped, Ru. Besides,” I whisper, then lean down so our lips are less than an inch apart. “You remember how much you love my dick inside you, don’t you?” I let go of his wrist as I kiss the corner of his lips, then I circle his cock, start pumping slowly, and take off the condom while I tease his lips.
He groans, and forces my face down with both hands a moment later, then kisses the daylights out of me. I can’t focus on anything but his lips until I pull back and suck in air dramatically.
“I’ll be quick,” I promise, kissing him chastely one more time. Then I crawl back, flop between his legs, and do as promised.
He’s still stretched from last night, so it doesn’t take me long at all to have three lube-slick fingers pumping into him. All the while, though, his moans and pleading, “Nate,please,” bring me closer and closer to the brink.
I’m pretty sure I’m as desperate as he is when I finally get the second condom open and cover myself, then I pour more lube over my dick and shuffle closer to line up.
I slip in slowly, still unsure of how well I’ve prepped him, but I realize I shouldn’t have worried when he plants his feet on the mattress next to my knees and lifts his hips forcibly to take me in deeper.
“Ru,” I shout in pleasure.
“Come on, darling. Fuck me hard,” he commands, and his accent has a direct effect on my balls. And my hips.
I thrust in and out of him as fast as I can manage it, and though I’d love to bend over and kiss him deeply while I fuck him, I can’t find it in myself to focus on anything but coming.
The perfect pressure of him around me, the heat, the slide, it all turns me into a ball of need, and I can do nothing but keep thrusting. He shouts incoherently in pleasure when I lean slightly back, and I know I’ve hit the spot, so I repeat the motion exactly.
It takes less than a minute before he reaches down again to his leaking cock and spills all over his fist. The pressure around me is the best torture in the world while he’s lost in his orgasm, and it takes me over the edge right along with him. I feel like I go blind with pleasure.
