Page 58 of Breaking Free
“Right now.”
“O-okay.”
He smirks, getting up to remove his boxer-briefs and then reaching for the lube next to me. “You got a condom here?”
I remove the toy—very cautiously, and get up to grab a condom from my dresser. As I walk back to the bed, his eyes drink me in. He strokes himself a little bit before reaching around and sliding his lubed up fingers between his cheeks.
“Lay down,” he commands.
I assumed I’d fuck him while he was bent over, but apparently he has other plans, and at this point, I’m too much of a beggar to be a chooser. I’ll take what I can get.
He gets on his knees on the mattress, and I wait for what’s gonna happen next. Snatching the condom up, he tears it open and easily rolls it down my shaft before squirting a liberal amount of lube on his hand and coating the latex. Reaching back, he slathers more on himself and then straddles me.
I bite my lip as I watch his huge muscular body settle on top of mine. I love the weight of him, and the roughness of the hair on his legs against mine.
At a torturously slow pace, he guides me into his tight warmth until he’s fully seated.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my hands running up his thighs until I grab ahold of his hips. “Oh my God.”
He moans, slowly rocking back and forth. This viewpoint has got to be the best there is. This sinfully sexy god of a man sits atop me, his muscles flexing and his face contorted with pleasure as he moves.
It doesn’t matter that I’m the one penetrating him, because he’s clearly still the one fucking me, his movements growing faster and more comfortable. He places one hand behind him, resting on my thigh as the other one presses against my chest, and he rides me like a fucking pro.
“Jesus Christ,” I moan, touching his abs and chest. “You feel so good.”
“You do,” he replies in a breathy tone. “Fuck. Touch me, Campbell,” he says, dropping his head back.
I take his cock in my hand, stroking him as he moves.
After a few minutes, I say, “Hold on,” and move up, getting into a sitting position as my back rests against the headboard.
He grabs my jaw and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me passionately as I hold him around the waist. I raise and lower my hips, pushing into him gently at first to see if he’s okay with it.
When he says, “Yeah. Fuck me.” I know he’s into it, so I push deeper.
With a hand on my throat, he turns my head and kisses and licks the side of my neck before sucking a patch of skin so hard I’m sure I’ll be left with a mark. But I don’t care. I want his mark on me just like I want his hands on me. I want his everything.
“Oh my God,” he moans into my ear.
“Kiss me.”
He does, massaging my tongue with his in a sensual caress. “Give me your tongue,” he pants after pulling away.
I stick my tongue out and he closes his lips around it, sucking on it like he’s siphoning his favorite drink. That paired with his tight ass clenching around my cock, I know I don’t have long before I come.
With a desperate moan, I pull away. “I’m gonna come if you keep it up.”
He kisses me. “Kind of the point.”
“You come first. I want it all over me.”
He groans. “Fuck, Campbell. What’re you trying to do to me?”
“Ruin you for anyone else.”
Something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t tell what it is. He simply says, “Hmm,” but it sounds like a moan as he leans back, his cock protruding between us. “Touch me, then. Ruin me.”
I take it as a challenge, using one and then both hands on his cock as he keeps his steady motion on my cock. When he’s not moving back and forth, he lifts up and down, driving both of us crazy.