I spend the best part of the next hour pacing around Erik’s room, trying to distract myself, but the bed is always visible soI can’t stop imagining how I’d lay him out and drill into his full, muscular ass.
Jesus, that ass, holyshit. Just thinking about it fires me up like crazy.
Somehow, my horned-up self doesn’t leak precum through my sweatpants by the time Erik comes back. I say hi, and that’s all I can manage before his mouth claims mine, letting out a low, desperate moan.
I stand up, not breaking the kiss, and I breathe him in. Erik was coaching, not playing a game, so he’s barely sweaty at all, just enough to bring out his natural scent: masculine, musky, and fused with that cologne that takes me from horny as fuck to irredeemably feral.
“My god, I love kissing you,” Erik mutters as he pulls back for air. I reply by chasing his lips and pressing my lips against his again, cupping his ass with my left hand and giving it a firm squeeze.
“That makes two of us. I want to maul you,” I say through parted lips, and Erik chuckles.
“No shit. You’re insatiable.” He places a hand on my bulge, compressing lightly, and my arousal surges. With his other arm around my waist, he walks us backward into his private bathroom, reaching down and slipping my shirt off once we’re inside. As he turns on the water, I strip the rest of the way, discarding my clothes on the floor before stepping in. Erik follows me shortly after, soaping up his sculpted pecs.
“Hey, that’s my job,” I say. I reach around and massage the suds over his strong back, working down to his sculpted ass and concentrating my efforts in his crack. I tease around his tight hole, making him gasp through his teeth, and I use my other hand to stroke his hardening dick to full mast. The mere sensation of him filling my fist sends a jolt to my balls, and in only a few seconds, both of us are rock hard.
“This shower is clean, right?” I ask.
“Yeah. Someone came by yesterday to freshen it up.”
That’s all I need to get on my knees and take Erik’s thick cock into my mouth.
“Don’t… fuck! Don’t make me come like this,” he grunts. He braces himself against the wall, his knees weakening as I drag up his shaft, mouthing the head exactly how he likes.
“Nah, I don’t want you to bust yet.” That’s a partial lie. I want him to shoot his load down my throat. I want to fuck him. I want him to fuck me. I want everything all at once.
Living with him is gonna turn me into a goddamn sex addict.
He cusses and pushes me off. “Control yourself,” he says, slapping a soapy hand under my arm and hauling me up. “There’s a time and a place for you to suck my soul out, and that isn’t right before you fuck me into next week.”
“Sheesh, you’re ambitious. When was the last time you tried bottoming?”
“It’s been years, and the other guy left me sore as hell.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I murmur, “until I have you begging me for more.”
Erik hums, rough and needy. “God, I love it when you talk dirty like that.”
My hand travels down to Erik’s ass and I palm it, shameless and deliberate. He inhales sharply through his teeth and rocks his head back, one hand placed behind my neck.
“Bed. Now,” he mumbles.
Yes please.
We both dart out of the bathroom, dry off, and fall onto the bed. As I set a towel down, Erik reaches into his nightstand and fumbles with a fistful of lube packets.
“Hey, take it easy,” I say, grabbing one from him. “I’ll prep you.” I tear it open and coat my index finger, wiggling it seductively at Erik as he lifts his jacked legs.
“Don’t take your time.”
Yeah, no. I wasn’t planning on it.
I stick my index finger through the tight ring of muscle and pause, reading his body. He relaxes around me so I go further, curving my finger up and grazing his prostate. The noise he makes is so raw and primal, and my dick spasms.
“Do—oh my god, do another one,” Erik gasps, his eyes half-closed and smoldering. Obliging, I squeeze a line of lube onto my middle finger and ease it into Erik. His face screws up in surprise, but it softens after mere seconds. With the slowest, most tentative movements I can muster, I withdraw my two fingers, spreading them apart, before sticking them deep again, over and over.
The low, satisfied hum that Erik is letting out tells me that he’s ready for more, so I lube up a third finger and graze his hole. He nods, and I stick that one in as well, spreading him apart with soft, gradual stretches.
“You ready?” I ask, and Erik groans in approval. I use my other hand to coat my aching erection with lube and angle it at Erik’s exposed ass.
