Page 107 of Except You

He looks unsure for a moment as he arches his hips back, dragging his dick out of me before pushing slowly back inside. I groan at the feel of him experimenting with my hole, with another man.

With me.

“Oh my god,” he pants when he’s buried back inside of me. “Are you okay?”

I nod and then link my ankles behind his back, pulling him down for a kiss.

Our tongues tangle sloppily as he pulls out of me again and then pushes back in, a slow cant as he fucks me. It’s making me dizzy and frantic, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. I’ve never had sex like this in all my life. It’s deeper, pure.

So fucking right.

“I can’t last,” he breathes. “It’s too good.”

I nod, my throat clicking as his hips thrust a bit faster, working himself toward his orgasm. And I’m already there. The slow drag of his dick against my prostate is making my balls draw up, and when he starts fucking me faster, I can’t hold on. My dick jerks between us and I come across my chest, my moan swallowed by him as he shudders and fills me completely.

And then it’s done. His first time with another man.

His face is burrowed in my neck, his body shaking slightly.

“You okay?” I ask, worried that it was all too much, that he’s panicking.

But when he finally pulls away, glancing down at me, his cheeks red, his eyes wet, he nods.

“Oh, Bow-tie. That was fucking perfect. We aren’t leaving the hotel room for the next two days.”

Well, fuck me.

He meant what he said. We don’t even leave to get food. We order in. He’s on me relentlessly, kissing me, touching me, fucking me. We don’t even come up for air. We can’t. We’re insatiable.

It’s like he wants to try everything, everywhere with me, at least once. And we’re on a timeline.

I’m currently on the bed, his cock up my ass. I’m upright on my knees, my back pressed against his chest as he ruts into me. With each fuck, he gets bolder, harder, faster.

It’s like he’s growing in confidence, and goddamn, I’m here for it.

One of his hands is wrapped around my cock, the other around my throat as he thrusts up inside of me. I’m sore, aching, but refuse to back down.

I want to do all the things with him, not even caring if he’s wrecking my hole over and over. He always checks it after, worry lining his gaze.

“Was I too rough?” he always asks.

My heart melts at those words. “Fuck no.”

He really has nothing to worry about. My ass is made of sterner stuff.

“God, Bow-tie. Your ass. I can’t stop fucking it.”

“Good. Never stop,” I tell him and then cry out when he thrusts incredibly deep. Fuck, it hurts in the best way. When I said I didn’t want to be able to sit down after…well, he’s kept his promise. It’s going to be deliciously sore when we finally drive home.

“I won’t. You’re going to live with me inside of you now.”

Thank god, I think as he continues to thrust into me. The way his hand is strangling my dick with every drive of his cock makes my balls draw up, and I come with a shout.

But he’s not done with me. His stamina is impressive.

It’s several minutes later, my body limp in his arms, my head lying on his shoulder when he finishes, my name on his lips. Like a prayer.

When he finally pulls out of me, I collapse on the bed, completely spent.