After trying unsuccessfully to pick the box up with his lubed fingers, he nudged it back to me with his knuckles. “I’d say I’m sorry for making the box too slippery to open, but I’d be lying.”
Sure enough, the box was covered in lube. How I was going to open it now, I’d never know.
I whined at him when it became apparent how much more difficult he’d just made my job, as I couldn’t get a grip on the damn thing to tear the plastic open.
He just laughed, then moaned when he sank a finger into his ass, his head tipping back in pleasure.
I watched him for a moment as he plunged that finger back and forth, spreading the lube to where he wanted it. When his hips started thrusting in response to his exploration, he added a second finger. His jaw dropped as he panted from the effort of stretching himself open. “Oh God…. Feels so good….”
Brute force it was, then.
With one hand clenching one end of the box and the other hand gripping the other end, I twisted them in opposite directions, then pulled my clawed hands apart, not caring in the slightest if it would survive the way I was tearing into it. As long as the condoms remained intact, I couldn’t care less about the box.
With a wrenching squeal, the plastic tore, and the box ripped open, the strips of condoms going flying.
“I’m up to three, Daniel,” Marshall said, panting heavily, his head still tipped back in ecstasy. “You’d better have that beautiful dick of yours wrapped because I’m about ready to ride….”
Fuck.
I snatched at the nearest condom, ripped the end of the wrapper apart, and swore violently when I rolled it down my straining length and nearly came.
I barely had my hands free when Marshall rolled his head forward, judged where I was in front of him, and swung a leg over my splayed ones so he could hover over my cock. He placed one hand on my sternum as he gently held my cock in place and notched it at his rim.
“Oh Christ.” My fingers dug into his thighs as he oh so slowly let himself drop, allowing gravity to do most of the work, lifting only when he needed to adjust the angle before sinking back down with a soft sigh.
Far too soon but not soon enough, I was fully inside him, encased in tight heat that had my eyes rolling back and my breath catching.
He leaned forward until his face hovered over mine, shifting the angle enough that he had to circle his hips to get me where he wanted me.
When he stilled entirely, I opened my eyes and stared into his magnificent sapphire-colored ones, lost in the absurd fact thatthis gorgeous man had decided that I was the one he wanted to fuck tonight.
How the hell had I gotten so lucky?
“Hi,” he murmured with a soft smile.
“Hi.”
“How are you holding up down there?”
My fingertips twitched against the soft skin of his thighs. “Fine,” I gritted out.
He smirked, knowing full well I was lying through my teeth and was ready to blow any second. Taking mercy on me, he slowly lifted himself, then dropped down again, making us both groan from pleasure.
And then he stilled again.
Whining, I let my hands wander up his sides until I could wrap one hand around his neck and draw him down to me. “I would be better if you moved,” I said before sealing his lips with mine.
He hummed and then took mercy on me, thankfuck, by lifting his hips once, then slamming down hard onto me and forcing a gasp out of both of us.
Once more, then again, gaining speed each time. On the fourth time, he jolted in my arms and pulled back from me enough to say, “Oh God, right there! Right fucking there!”
Locking his hands on my shoulders, he rose above me to get enough space to bounce on my cock, panting with every drop and crying out whenever I hit his prostate head-on.
All I could do was hold on for dear life as he used me for his pleasure.
And, oh, what pleasure it was.
I’d never had sex like this in my life. All my previous partners had preferred that I take the lead, so having Marshall take control like this was a heady experience. One that I wanted to experience again and again, for as long as he wanted me.
