“I have a you fetish, baby.” He could be jarring pickles and my dick would think it had discovered the Holy Grail of hottness.
All right, time to stop all the thinking. I deep-throat his cock, ripping a shocked cry from him filled with shuddery breaths. His fingers press tighter into the counter, and I suck him until he’s hanging by a thread of sanity. I don’t let him come. When my mouth pops off his cock, his knees buckle.
“You fucking sadist.”
“What was that, baby?” I squeeze the base of his dick and stroke him slowly.
“I said, please get me off, Merc.” He’s whining now.
“Better. Dick or mouth?”
“Dick. God, I want your dick so bad.”
Responding immediately because I suddenly can’t wait another minute to have him, I tug him the rest of the way out of his pants and shed my clothes like they’re on fire. There’s lube in the kitchen drawer now. There’s lube in every crevice of the condo now.
Once he’s slick with enough lube, I flip him and pin him to the wall, gripping under his leg to wrap it around my torso. Lining the head of my cock up with his hole, I snap my hips upward, enough that I’m gradually working my way inside him. It takes a little extra time to maneuver at this angle but I’m taller by just the right amount.
And then I’m finally seated inside of him. It’s where I’m supposed to be. We’re meant to be joined like this. The closest two people can get. It’s always this moment where I’m enveloped in peace and like the sap I’m becoming, I’m drawn to rest my forehead on his before I do anything else.
It’s my silent prayer for us. It’s my moment of gratitude for him.
Then I fuck him like I’m a wild stallion.
I get to watch his beautiful face slacken with pleasure as he writhes on my cock and begs me till his voice sounds like it’s been rubbed against coarse gravel. As much as I want to see him come, I don’t want this to end. Then I’ll have to slide out of him. Become two separate people again.
I don’t want to be separated from him. I want to meld with him. Stick to him. I’ve got it so bad for this man, it’s terrifying.
I pull out and this time he’s not as forgiving of my quick change as he was earlier. “Hey! What’s the fucking deal, Merc, I’m tryna get off he—mmmmph.”
Ignoring his complaining, I flip him around and put a lid on his chirping with a hand to his mouth, laying a sharp smack on his derriere that has him screaming into my hand and sticking his ass out for more at the same time. His hands plant themselves on the wall he’s now facing, and I release his mouth so I can savagely grab his hips. He’s open and slick so I can slide my dick inside without resistance this time.
“Merc, I think I’m gonna … I’m gonna die if you don’t let me cum soon.”
It’s hard to keep the big bad wolf at the forefront when he’s hilarious like that, but his round ass in my hands helps. It antagonizes the beast within. I get feral just from looking at it and fuck into him with as much frenzy as I feel, watching my dick disappear inside of him and pull out long and slick.
He slaps the wall. “Can I touch my dick, Merc?Please.Jesus fuckin’ Christ balls.”
I may have stopped him before. The desperation in his tone goes straight to my dick, which doesn’t need any more encouragement at this moment in time. I cease all movement, keeping myself lodged inside of him, intent on toying with my delectable prey a little.
Raking my fingers from his hips to his chest inspires delightful quivers through his body. “I seem to recall that you had no issue cumming on nothing but my cock yesterday.”
“But it takes longer, Merc,” he whines.
“Don’t see a problem with that. You’re right where you should be.” I smirk. “All right, stroke it, but do it slowly.”
He grumbles things I can’t decipher, but I know are complaints.
“What was that?”
“I said, sir, yes, sir.” He grabs his luscious dick.
Even with slow strokes, it doesn’t take much for him to explode ropes of cum all over the floor he just cleaned. Some splashes onto the wall. As he pants and moans coming down from his orgasm high, I speed up, tearing new sounds from him that set me off. I finally burst and my dick unloads inside him.
He’s spinning around to kiss me, and I wrap my body around him, our hot skin doing nothing to put out the fire we’ve been feeding for the past twenty minutes.
When I release him, he looks around with a goofy smile on his face, the one that should be there all the time. I’ve noticed it’s around more often. “Looks like we made a mess of the place. When I’m a rich hockey star, I’m just gonna buy us a maid, Merc. Fuck cleaning.”
Us.Did he really just say us? If I were a teenager, I’d be doodling our names into my fucking binder right now. Jack and Mercy Meyer. I hope he knows I’m making him a Meyer someday. Nothing puts a stamp of ownership on someone like a last name.
