“I love you,” I said. Then panic gripped me.Too much. Too soon.I froze.
“I love you too,” he told me. “Every hot-headed, red-furred, open-hearted, brilliant inch of you.” He held my gaze, his eyes steady and warm, till I had to believe him. I relaxed, slumping over him, and he kissed my temple. “Yeah. There you are. You still want to fuck me, or just make out?”
“I love you,” I repeated, “and I plan to give you all of my brilliant inches.”
He chuckled. “Big talk. Do it.” Reaching awkwardly into the bedside drawer, he snagged the lube and passed it to me.
“Can I prep you now?”
“Please.” He spread his legs farther apart as I scooted down the bed.
I flicked open the bottle cap, squirted a glob of lube on my palm, and paused to scrunch forward and bury my face in his belly, then lower. His sweat and musk filled my senses. He stroked my hair, and I inhaled deeply, then sat back. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Already do.” He stuffed another pillow under his shoulders so he could see me better.
I gave his cock one long, lubed glide of my fist, then slipped my fingers behind his balls and into the shadows of his crack. Working by touch, I found the tight furl of his asshole and rubbed it with a fingertip.
“Mmm,” he said. “Wait. Pillow.” He worked one under his hips, tilting his ass up toward me.
Now, when he planted his feet wide, I got a hell of a view. Zeke Evans splayed out for me, thighs and belly, cock and balls and hole all on display. Nothing polished, nothing sculpted, all real muscles and hair and male body parts.
“If I’d seen a picture of this as a teen,” I said, “I’d have sprained my wrist jerking off.”
Zeke chuckled. “Is that your way of saying I’m hot?”
“Like fire.”
His hole glistened from the lube I’d worked down there, but now I had room, I added more, swirling my fingers over his pucker and around his balls, up his cock and back down.
His chest heaved in a rapid breath. “Quit teasing and get in me.”
Some other time, I’d tease him till he couldn’t stand any more, but tonight, it was late, and I wanted him too much to go slowly. I pushed one finger in deep. He took it easily, and when I crooked my finger and stroked the right spot, he grunted and a thread of precum dripped from his slit.
“Yeah, there.” He curled his hips higher for me. “Fuck me. I like a bit of a burn.”
I pulled my finger out, scooped a bunch of lube, and went back with two long enough to slick him up, then knelt higher. “Condom?”
“Dig one out of the box.” He pointed into the drawer.
“I thought you were Mr. Prepared Scout.” I leaned over him, my dick tracing damp, sticky trails across his belly.
He reached between us as I fumbled with the box and wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking slowly.
“Got it.” I extracted a condom and sat back, shuddering at how good it felt to pull myself through his tight grip and out. One rip of the condom wrapper, and I sheathed my cock without fumbling, despite lubey fingers. I added more slick tothe condom, then braced a hand on his thigh and guided myself with the other.
We both grunted as my cockhead breached his tight ass. Hot pressure clamped down on me. I pushed in an inch, one more. “Unclench,” I suggested, working against the vise of his inner muscles.
Zeke huffed a breath. “Pull out a sec, change the angle.”
I sat back and he messed with the pillow under his hips, folding it. I watched his thigh muscles bunch, his softened dick refill and harden, his hands as he positioned his ass… “It’s so fucking hot, watching you give yourself to me.”
“Fuck me then, babe.”
I got in position, eased myself to his opening, and sank deep, drawing a groan from Zeke. “Hell, yeah.” I eased back an inch, then pushed forward, slow and steady and hard.
Zeke panted as I sheathed myself to the hilt inside him, my pubes against his ass.
There I paused, looking down at the sight of my cock plunged all the way inside Zeke Evans, his hole straining tight around me. “Look at you.”
