He slaps my ass. A prompt to answer the question.
“Yes! I can be loud.Ungh.” He twists the finger, still not all the way inside, but it’s thick enough to inflict pleasurable pressure.
“Then let’s hear you.”
I exhale a loud hiss as one of those rough fingers slips inside and my muscles clench around it. He slides it in and out, twisting and gliding. Ari works me open, slowly, but with enough force to burn on every stroke, letting me know he’s there. Taking over my soul.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He adds another finger, scissoring into me, and then a third, punching a yelp from my chest. On the edge of the bed, as I am, it’s like I’m hanging onto nothing but him, nothing but him to keep me tethered to reality. At his mercy. I’m already panting with anticipation as my nuts throb—what more does the bastard want from me?
Ari must notice the emotions on my face. He chuckles. “Frustrated, baby?”
“Yes, dammit. Wait until it’s my turn to tease you.”
“All I hear is I’m gettin’ a second round with your ass. Fine with me.”
“You’re the most infuriating man on the planet.” But he thrusts his fingers in deeper and my words cut off abruptly when he finds my prostate. I choke on a broken sob, back arching, never wanting this to end, but wanting his cock more.
Ari’s fingers slip away, and I whine, making my displeasure clear. It’s so empty without him in me. I didn’t think I was gonna be like this with him. So desperate and needy.
But I should have known.
Ari’s the place I’ve been waiting for. The shoulder I can rest my head on when the world makes me too tired. He makes the loud quiet, and the quiet an adventurous place to live. He’s theplace where my heart speeds up and my insides burn. He’s every wish I’ve ever made. He’s mine.
He rubs a condom-covered cock over my rim. I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. The moment simmers with importance, and I take a shaky breath.
“You okay, baby?” Ari murmurs, the back of his knuckles grazing my cheek.
“More than okay. I just … I’m glad you picked this position.” I stare into his cornflower blues.
“Had to. I want to see you fall apart on my cock.” The head breaches me as tiny butterflies flutter in my stomach, swirling like a whirlwind. I’m nice and open for him, all it takes is one swift thrust to fuck his way inside me.
I moan in pure relief.
“I’m home now, Cody,” he says. His lips capture mine in a filthy kiss just before he pulls out and fucks into me again, scraping, rubbing my prostate. He picks up the rhythm, gradually building until he’s sure I’m comfortable. “I’m fucking your beautiful ass just like I told you I would.”
He did.
“Now, I’m gonna make you come so hard. Tell me how you want it.”
I’m already breathless, my brain too lost in a sex-filled haze to find words. “De-Deeper. I want deeper. Harder. More. More of you.”
Ari secures the ankle of mine hanging over his shoulder and then he grips my other ankle, spreading me wider. He’s buried deep, so deep.
“Keep making those noises, I wanna hear them in my sleep.”
If I’m making noises, it’s because of his massive dick, scraping them out of me. Little mewls, and breathy sounds. I teeter on the edge of the bed, on the precipice of insanity. Hefucks me as hard as I wanted, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin rings off the walls as the bed rocks beneath us.
Every hit to my prostate sends jolts of white-hot lightning to every limb.
“Cody.” It’s growled low from his throat, but it curls into my veins. I love that. I fucking love that. It gives me a feeling that I could subsist on in the absence of air, food, and water.
“Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Ari.”
He uses those powerful hockey hips to thrust like a madman, obliging my wishes. Sweat drips down his brow, and I struggle to keep up with my own demands, muscles burning, clenching around his cock and milking it for all it’s worth.
Then his hand wraps around my cock. I’m doomed. All those sandpaper-like imperfections make themselves known, grazing over the silky skin of my already throbbing cock. “I think we need a little more lube.”
