“Wanted to let you sleep,” I moaned, reaching behind me to pull him closer and keep him in place.
“I’m hungry,” he murmured, sucking a mark into my shoulder.
My dick was hard and already leaking precum into my basketball shorts. But Rusty wasn’t in a hurry. He kissed and licked me, running his hands over my abs and up my chest to flick my nipples with his blunt nails. He rolled his erection along my crack until I was panting and writhing in his arms, my dick tenting my shorts obscenely in front of me. He hadn’t really even touched me, and I was already on the edge.
“Please,” I begged, my voice ragged and full of gravel.
Rusty moved out from behind me, and I immediately missed his warmth. He moved slowly, tracing a line with his fingertip around my hip to my navel. My dick bucked as he got closer to it, the wet patch there giving away just how much I was leaking.
He curled his fingers into my waistband and looked down at the only point where we were touching. He tugged, and the elastic stretched. It was obvious I was going commando, and Rusty hummed and looked up at me with heat in his eyes. I stepped forward, eliminating the distance between us, and licked my lips. I towered over Rusty, but he was the one in charge. He always was. I was at his mercy, my body there for his pleasure.
I wanted to come. I didn’t care how—I just needed it.
He wrapped a hand around my nape and pulled me down to him, then pressed a whisper-soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I moaned, desperate for more. He kept going, teasing me with barely there brushes of his lips. I gripped his hips, holding onto him so I didn’t vibrate out of my skin. When I moved, reaching for his cock, he batted my hand away. He was determined to kill me while I stood there, desperate for his touch.
When he finally captured my lips with his, I melted into him. He dominated me, thrusting his tongue in alongside mine and tasting every corner of my mouth until I was dizzy with lust and lack of oxygen. He was overwhelming, his hands and mouth everywhere. I shook with need, then relief when he shoved his hand down my shorts and grasped my dick.
But he pumped lazily, nowhere near enough to get me over the line. Need coalesced, driving higher with each light stroke of his hand, the teasing touch keeping me on edge.
My legs shook, and my balls were drawn up tight. My heart raced and sweat slicked my skin. Precum leaked from my slit, lubricating his movement. I wanted him everywhere—inside me, over me, surrounding me.
“Need more,” I groaned.
Rusty nuzzled me with his stubbled cheek, then pressed a kiss to my Adam’s apple. He worked his way lower, licking and sucking a meandering path down to my navel, never gripping tighter and never speeding up his strokes.
He lashed my navel with his tongue, and I cried out, my back arching as I tried to get closer to him. He relented his teasing and tightened his grip on my dick. I moaned long and low. My hips thrust forward reflexively. Instinct had taken over, need driving my body.
When he finally closed his warm, wet mouth over my cockhead, I shouted out. He took me deeper with every slow pass of his mouth and caress of his lips down my dick. I leaked precum onto his waiting tongue, and he hummed, pushing it into my slit to chase the taste.
Rusty then slicked up his finger with his spit and drew it backward along my taint, rubbing my hole as he sucked me into his throat.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
My cock was hard as nails, my balls drawn up tight and my ass throbbing as he teased me. He breached my hole and eased his finger inside me until he found my prostate. He rubbed that motherfucker until I was shaking, lightning bolts of sensation shooting through me with every touch. Rusty buried his nose in my pubes and swallowed, his throat constricting around my cockhead.
I shouted out, and my ass clamped down, keeping his finger in place as my balls unloaded. Pulse after pulse rocked from me, my eyes closing and fireworks exploding behind my eyelids as my orgasm went on and on. He didn’t stop sucking and rubbing the spongey pad inside my ass until I was too sensitive to continue.
I stumbled back, my softening cock pulling free from his throat. I immediately missed the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. My chest heaved like I’d run a marathon, and my knees buckled. I dropped to the soft grass of the orchard like a lead weight.
Rusty had his dick in his hand, his cockhead an angry red as he jacked himself furiously and neared his orgasm. I fell forward, holding my weight up on my hands and knees, then twisted so my ass was in front of him. “Fuck me,” I ordered.
“No lube.” His groan was pained, and he sounded winded.
“Gimme the tip, then. Come inside me. Need you. Miss you filling me up,” I begged again. I spat on my fingers and rubbed my hole, then spread my cheeks open. Rusty choked out a curse and rubbed the head of his dick along my crack. “Now,” I growled.
He shifted, gripping my hip with a bruising strength with one hand and pressing his cockhead to my hole with the other. He eased forward, gently stretching me. The burn was intense—there was no way I could take a fucking by someone Rusty’s size without proper prep, but he was already one the edge, teetering at the precipice of his orgasm.
“Gonna come as soon as I get inside this tight little ass,” he gasped.
“Do it,” I demanded, my voice breathy and full of need.
He jacked his cock, his knuckles hitting my ass every time he slid his fingers up and down his length. He pushed forward, and my hole stretched around his girth. I cried out, pain and pleasure mixing with a force so strong that it stole my breath.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried as his cockhead popped past my resistance. One more stroke with his hand, and he was coming. His dick throbbed inside my ass, every hot splash of his cum lighting me up from the inside. It hit my prostate and sent aftershocks through me. More cum leaked out of my softening dick, and I arched up, taking more of his cock as he gave a few shallow thrusts inside me.
I had no words. I couldn’t speak. My chest heaved and my legs were like jelly. My head floated in the clouds, so blissed out, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever come down.
Rusty ran his hands over my ass, massaging my cheeks before shifting to my back and shoulders. He was gentle, each caress reminding me of how he liked to care for us. His touch reignited every nerve ending. I shivered, not wanting him to pull out.
