Reaching behind me blindly, I wrap my hand around his cock. “This.”
Right then, he adds a third finger to the mix, fucking me good with them and stretching me wide. For someone who’s never done this before, he sure is prepping me thoroughly. Makes me wonder if he’s done it to himself before, and that thought sends an icy hot chill down my spine. I’d love to witnessthat.
Segan thrusts his fingers in deep one last time, pressing a kiss down on my shoulder before he pulls out, eyes finding mine in the mirror again, the apprehension from earlier creeping back in. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he asks, and I hate the insecurity in his voice.
“I’m one thousand percent positive, Segan. There is no part of me that isn’t dying for you to fuck me right now.”
He grabs the condom wrapper from beside my hand, ripping the foil open with his teeth. As he rolls it onto himself, he says, “I know we already talked about this, and I know it’s not exactly sexy to discuss this, but I just want to say one more time. I’m on medication, and I get checked regularly. My most recent check-up was a few weeks ago, and I’m still undetectable. And of course, I’m going to wear the condom.”
I shake my head, holding up my hand. “I appreciate you saying that, but I’m not worried about it, Segan. I trust you. And besides, I’ve been on PrEP for years. Please stick your dick in me now.”
He laughs, some of the tension leaving his body. Segan grabs the lube, lathering himself up before he spreads me open with one hand, lining himself up with the other. My heart’s clear in my throat as I wait with what little patience I can scrounge up. I want this so much, want him inside of me. I’ve dreamt of it for years, never thinking it would happen, and now it’s about to.
At the last minute, I turn my head to the side, leaning back, and thankfully, Segan catches my drift, meeting my lips with his just as he eases his way inside. Our tongues clash as he fills me wholly with his cock, and nothing has ever felt as good as this moment does.
32
SEGAN
Holy fucking shit!
Goddamn, holy fuck, myGod. My dick is buried to the hilt inside Josiah’s ass, and he isso fucking tight. I feel like I can’t even breathe, otherwise I’ll come, and Idon’twant that. Not yet, at least. His lips are hungry as they move against mine, tongue slashing against my own, body hot, slick, and hard as I pause, giving myself a moment to calm down a little before continuing.
Josiah feels like hot velvet wrapped around me. Like the most delicious and irresistible sin I’ve ever experienced. Our kiss breaks, and I rest my forehead on his shoulder, dragging in a deep inhale, willing my body to not jump the gun too fast.
“Segan?”
“Hm?”
“Please move.” His deep voice is dripping with need, but it’s the pleading in his tone that has me breathing out a laugh.
Standing tall, my hands find his hips as my gaze connects with his in the mirror. “Sorry, but you’re so goddamn tight, I was about to bust upon entry.” I pull my dick almost all the way out before sinking back in. “And I don’t know about you, but I’d like this to last more than three point five seconds.”
Josiah says nothing, simply smirking like the cocky bastard he is, and pushing his ass back into my pelvis by way of demand.
Once I’m sure I’m not going to come like a pubescent teenage boy, I begin to move in and out of him with long, slow pumps. I can’t get over how good he feels. How tight, and hot, and right. Josiah holds my gaze in the mirror, his gray eyes doused in desire, lids heavy and barely staying open, and his pink, swollen lips parted. Pleasure twists across his face, and knowing he’s feeling that because of me does things to my insides.
The music coming from the stage is nothing but background noise to the real show. The grunts, the moans, the heavy panting, the way Josiah breathes my name out like a chant—it’s the soundtrack to my deepest, filthiest desires, and I already know once will never be enough. No amount of time with Josiah is ever enough.
“Fuck,” I breathe out heavily. “You feel so fucking good.”
Keeping one hand steady on his hip, I bring the other up to his shoulder, and around to his throat, pulling his body into me until his back is flush with my front. I slam into him, grinding against this ass. His eyes roll back as he lets out a long, low moan that shoots directly to my balls.
I flick my tongue against the shell of his ear before asking, “You like that, Uncle Josie? You like my cock stuffed inside your snug little hole?”
Josiah moans in response, his Adam’s apple rolling against my palm. Peering at his reflection in the mirror, my chest swells when I take in the sight. His forehead glistens, his cheeks are flushed, and his gray eyes are nearly black with how blown his pupils are. Not only that, but the sight ofustogether is heady. Watching his thick, heavy cock bob up and down with each thrust I make into his ass makes my mouth water.
Pressing my lips down on the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, I pepper the area with kisses before dragging my tongue along the column of his neck. His skin is salty, and it tastes so fucking good.
“Fuck, Josie. You feel so damn good.”
“So… do… you,” he gasps out, reaching up and wrapping a hand around my wrist, the blunt edges of his nails digging into the flesh. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
A pounding on the door has me stalling for a moment before I hear, “Yo, Segan, you in there?”
Wade.
Josiah watches me in the mirror, a smirk splitting his face as he pushes his ass back into me.
