“No condoms?” he asks.
“Don’t need them. I can’t get sick, remember?”
“Badass,” he whispers, arching into me. “I’ve never gone bare.”
I’m nearly shaking with the effort needed to keep myself from impaling the man. After a deep breath, I calm myselfenough to open the bottle of lube and get my fingers slick before reaching between us and finding his sweet hole.
He moans as I finger him, stretching him, preparing him. “So good,” he whispers.
“I want to spend days between your legs.”
“You can. As soon as our work is done, right?”
I nod, lifting my head to gaze into his eyes. “Right.”
Keagan’s expression softens, and he lifts his hand to brush his fingers through my beard. “You’re so hot, Wilder, but even better? You’re a lot kinder than you seem.”
“In the right situation.”
“Make love to me now. I want to feel you inside me.”
I nod, shifting my attention down the length of his body. He’s got a nice build, soft and inviting. He’s not thin, but not overweight either. There’s a light smattering of hair on his chest and belly, and a mass of it around his cock. And what a damn fine cock it is. It’s the perfect size and shape for a blow job, and I can’t wait to turn him out that way too.
I lean into another kiss as I slowly pull my fingers out of him and notch my cockhead against his rim instead.
“Yes,” Keagan moans. “Oh god, Wilder. Yes.”
Slowly, I push into him, both of us reacting to the sensation. To say he’s tight is an understatement.
“Good?” I ask.
Keagan nods, biting his bottom lip. “So good. Don’t take it easy on me. I can handle it.”
That statement alone might be enough to push me over the edge. I blow out a breath to steady myself, then I let loose, slamming my hips into him at a punishing pace. Keagan keeps up, nodding as he reaches up and tangles his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck.
“I needed this,” he says softly. “I needed you.”
The truth in his statement hits me square in the chest. I’ve spent decades alone, too afraid to love and lose again, and while it was sad, it led to this exact moment and this man. My normal resistance to any kind of lasting romance is gone, and I’m ready to fall deeply.
With his hand on my cheek, Keagan searches my eyes, his lips parted as if he wants to speak but chooses not to. Maybe he’s feeling the same things I’m feeling right now. Life hasn’t been easy for him either.
My thoughts shift to the building tension in my belly, the electric sparks flying between us, the quivers running through my cock, and I know I’m close, but I want him to meet me there. I push up to balance on my hands and force myself to pull out of him.
He groans, clawing at my shoulders to keep me close, but I shut him up quickly enough when I settle between his legs and suck his cock into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, arching his back and twisting his fingers in my hair. “Ooooh.”
His precum is salty and tasty as fuck, his musky scent perfect. I get most of him down my throat while reaching down to finger his hole again. Keagan is a moaning mess beneath me—a beautiful mess. His hair is spread out around him, brow creased with concentration, his plump lips red from kisses and bites.
“Gonna come,” he moans. “Wilder… oh fuck… Gonna…” He tenses, and the first sticky rope of cum hits the back of my throat.
I pump my fingers inside his hole, willing my own orgasm to stay back for a few more seconds until I drain his cock. He digs his nails into my shoulders as he fucks my throat, giving me every single tasty drop before he falls slack on the bed.
I shift positions, sliding between his legs again and entering him roughly, slamming my way to the finish line. Keagan gripsmy forearms, nodding and moaning as I pound into him over and over until I reach the final, blissful conclusion.
As I release into him, I’d swear I’ve never come this hard or this good. I collapse against him to ride it out, and he wraps his arms around me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Before I manage to calm down, I realize he’s already passed out, his breathing soft and rhythmic.
My softened cock slips from his body, and I manage to roll out of bed and get a washcloth to clean us up. Keagan stirs as I wipe him down, snuggling into the pillow and murmuring something.
