Page 59 of The Guy Next Door
I take deep, steady breaths as Zane stares, this cocked smirk on his face suggesting he could lie there all night like that.
As the pressure loses its bite, I enjoy the way his shaft is pushed up against my prostate, and rise up on my knees. My body vibrates as sensation pools through me, urging me back down. Then up again.
It feels so natural, just some animal impulse guiding my rhythm.
With each motion, Zane continues stroking my cock, which leaks across his abdomen. It’s like his dick is fucking pushing it out of me.
As my movements become broader and faster, Zane starts to match them with gentle thrusts.
Soon, I’m all sensation, radiating from my ass through my chest and head, to my goddamn fingertips. I jerk and twist, and my eyes roll back as a network of nerves pulses through me.
“That’s great,” Zane says, thrusting and pumping my cock. “You’re doing so good, Leif. I’m so impressed with you.”
I maintain my pace, feeling more confident in my movements when I hear him say, “Okay, I think you’re ready now.”
“Ready?” I ask as his cock hits my prostate again just right, sending another wave of sensation pulsing through me.
“Yeah. Pull off and lie on your back.”
“But I just got this thing in me.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be easier now that you did it. Trust me.”
He’s shown me how much I can trust him with my body already.
As I pull off his cock, I marvel at it again. It’s laughable to think I ever had doubts.
I lie back against the pillow beside him, and he gets on his knees and moves between my legs. He hooks his arms around my thighs, positioning my body, not even needing to guide his cock in with his hands as he pushes up against my hole and slides right back in.
He was right. It’s much easier now that he’s loosened me up.
As his cock pushes into me, my back arches as he rubs up against my prostate again. Once he’s firmly back in, he offers a series of subtle thrusts, building up.
His mouth’s hanging open, his abs contracting as he clasps down on my thighs and works me up. “How does it feel now?”
“Inc-red-ible.”
He rests my thighs down and leans close to me, taking another kiss, his tongue forcing its way in as he gives me a few more thrusts in quick succession—broad, sweeping thrusts, each one hitting me just right, taking me higher, making me want so much fucking more.
“Something tells me you don’t want a nice, slow fuck,” he says, his breath slamming against my lips. “Am I right? Tell me I’m right. You say the word, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I don’t know where this is coming from. I’d never even thought about this before.”
But with him so deep in me, my body feels so fucking hungry.
He smiles before offering a kiss against my jawline, then kissing down to my neck.
The warmth of his kiss, combined with what his cock’s doing to me, sends another network of nerves tingling through me.
“I want it hard,” I say, surprising even myself as I speak the words, and I hear him chuckle before he offers another tender kiss.
“I fucking knew it.” He leans back and hooks his arms under my thighs, and this time there’s no hesitation, no easing me into it. He offers a series of sharp thrusts so that I can hear the slap of his pelvis against my ass.
As he’s deep in me, my head instinctively rolls back, my hands gripping the sheets since my nerves are so excited, I feel like they might burst through my flesh.
The bed trembles with my body, my cock bouncing on my abs with his intense movements as he impales me with that monster cock.
I feel a warmth on me, and as I check to see what it is, I notice beads of sweat drop from his bangs, his expression determined as he gives it to me the way I clearly need it.