“Last chance to tell me no.”
“Not no,” he said firmly. “Do it.”
I pushed, inch by inch, kissing him the whole time. He groaned, head thrown back, but he didn’t pull away. My hand found his cock, stroking gently, trying to distract him from the stretch.
“God, Matt.” I trembled as his tight heat closed around me. “You feel… different. Good. So fucking good.”
“Keep moving.” He dragged me back down to kiss him. “Don’t stop.”
I moved, slow thrusts at first, shallow and careful. His fingers dug into my back, nails sharp, but every groan spilling from his throat was needy, not pained. When I angled just right and hit that spot again, he gasped, bucking up hard.
“Fuck—Hud—do that again.”
I did, over and over, thrusting deep, stroking his cock in rhythm, kissing him until neither of us could breathe. Our mouths kept finding each other, desperate, wet, biting kisses broken by moans.
“I love you,” I groaned. “So much. Always.”
Matt grabbed my ass, spreading my cheeks and squeezing. My hole clenched with the familiar anticipation of his touch, where I ached for it. Like he knew, he slipped his fingers between my cheeks and rubbed my hole. My body lit up like every pore connected to live wires.
“Keep doing that,” I said, my hole spasming to feel something inside it.
“You have such a greedy hole,” he murmured against my shoulder. “You’re inside me, but it still wants me.”
I pumped him harder. His muscles clenched tight around me, dragging me deeper like he didn’t want to let go. The point of his finger slipped inside me, tentative at first, then curling just enough to tease.
“Fuck—Matt—” His name tore out of me, ragged. Thatfinger was maddening, the stretch not much but enough to light me up, like he was reminding me who I belonged to even now when I was buried inside him.
I bottomed out with every thrust, slamming my hips, sweat dripping from my forehead onto his chest. He smirked up at me through gritted teeth, flushed and wrecked, then brought his fingers to my mouth.
“Get them wet.”
I sucked his fingers in and coated them with spit.
He pulled them free, slid his hand back, pressed at my ass, and pushed two fingers inside. I froze. I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my head forward as the stretch stole my breath.
“Fuck, babe.” My voice cracked, half a moan, half a plea.
“Stay still,” he rasped, his chest rising and falling fast beneath me. “Let me feel you while you feel me.”
I did, muscles trembling as I held still, buried deep inside him, his hole milking me tight while his fingers worked me open. The sensation was dizzying with how full I was both ways, like he owned every inch of me, even while I was the one inside him.
“Fuck.” I kissed him hard, swallowing his moans as his fingers curled. Sparking lightning shot through me. I shuddered, helpless in his grip, and ground in shallow, needy rolls while he fingered me steady and slow.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “Falling apart, Hud. You love that, don’t you? The way I fuck you with my fingers while you’re inside me?”
I couldn’t answer, only groaned as my body clenched around his fingers, every nerve lit. The pressure coiled low, tight, and unbearable.
“Matt—” My voice broke.
He pulled me closer, forcing me deeper. “Go on,” he urged. “Come for me. Right here. Inside me.”
The words shredded the last of my control. I drove into him, pumping my hips fast, harder, until I was slamming home with every thrust, the bed groaning under us. His fingers never left me, pushing me higher, closer?—
“Fuck, I’m—” The rest dissolved into a hoarse cry as release tore through me. I buried myself deep, shaking apart, seed spilling into him in hot, pulsing waves.
His name fell from my lips again and again as I collapsed against his chest, my body quaking with aftershocks. His fingers slipped free.
I pressed my forehead to his damp skin, kissing him weakly, breathless. “Matt… Jesus. You undo me.”
