Page 43 of Up All Night
“Up on your knees more.” He arranged me with my ass up, head down, and the posture should have made me feel exposed. But the pride, adoration even, in Denver’s voice made it so all I felt was sexy. “There you go. Show me that ass.”
“Now.” I was full-on begging, but Denver kept stroking my sides, groping my ass, and taking his own sweet time.
“You’re so demanding.” His voice was as affectionate as a hug. I loved how I didn’t have to hold it together for him. He liked me needy and begging. He teased my rim with the head of his cock, and I gasped from the slick, warm, broad pressure. “Remember to breathe.”
“Kinda…hard.” I panted, more from anticipation than discomfort. My cock bobbed in the air, and I snorted at my unintended pun. “Ha.” My laughter quickly turned to more moaning as Denver pushed in. His cock was bigger than his fingers, more solid, morethere.“Oh. Oh.”
The process of being filled by him, taking in his cock by degrees, was overwhelmingly good. My back and face went sweaty, my whole body heating. I had a flash of being younger, hanging out along the river in the Gorge, swinging out on a rope swing, and that first incredible hard-to-top jump. I’d probably jumped thirty times that first afternoon, addicted to the adrenaline rush and weightless feeling. I’d grown up, become responsible, forgotten how damn good leaping felt.
But now I remembered. A heady rush pumped through my veins. Each individual sensation was magnified. The stretch of my rim. The fullness of his cock. The pressure on my prostate. The weight of him against me with his thick thighs, fuzzy legs, and strong hands.
My head fell to the pillow in front of me as he started to thrust in earnest, a slow rhythm that had us both groaning.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing.” His praise caused another rush of pleasure to surge through me. My cock pulsed, impossibly harder with every thrust from Denver. The cool room air was nowhere near enough friction, yet my body kept tensing like an invisible hand was stroking my cock.
“Fuck.” I rotated my hips experimentally, testing how various movements felt. “What was that you said about coming untouched?”
“Overachiever. Don’t you dare.” Denver lightly tapped my side. “Not yet.”
His grip tightened, and a hard shudder raced through me. Damn. Merely the way he held me like he meant it was enough to get me closer. “Trying.”
I started to move with him, meeting each thrust, movements becoming more fluid. Denver groaned like he was the one on edge.
“That’s it. Ride back on me. Move that ass.”
“How does this feel so good?” I marveled, not expecting an answer and not caring how sex-drunk I sounded. “God. Denver. More.”
“Demanding. Greedy.” Denver chuckled, and I felt the laugh ripple through me as well. I’d never felt closer to another person, and the fondness in his tone made me feel special. Wanted. “Luckily, I like you.”
“Denver.” I made a low, distressed noise. “If one of us doesn’t touch my cock soon…”
“Say please.”
“Please.” My reply was out almost before he finished the request. I trembled, thighs shaking, arms burning, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Oh God. I’m so close.”
“I’m gonna go hard.” If that was a warning, it was the best I’d ever heard.
“Please. That. Hard as you want.” I arched my back farther, moaning as he pushed my shoulders down, exaggerating the angle. Now, every tiny movement enhanced the pressure on my prostate. “I can take it.”
I hoped, at least. And if I couldn’t, well, it had been a good life, and this was a hell of a way to go. But, of course, Denver didn’t push too far. True to his word, he did go harder, thrusting faster, but he stayed in control, perfect grip on my hips, perfect slide of his thick cock, perfect stretch of my rim. I gave myself over to the fuck, the way I loved to do when I went down on him. Instead of hurtling closer to the edge, I rode a wave of pleasure. I was so deeply one with the fuck I almost missed the graze of Denver’s hand against my aching cock.
“Now, baby.” He stroked me with a firm, slippery grip. My body ricocheted back from make-this-last-forever to gotta-come-now. “Come. Come on.”
I hardly needed the urging, orgasm rolling through me, shoulders and back undulating with the force of my climax. My ass spasmed with each spurt of my cock. It did that with fingering too, but having Denver’s cock to clench against was another level of good. And he was still thrusting, drawing the pleasure out until my cock pulsed, valiantly trying to keep coming. Right as the sensations shifted from good intense to almost too much, his rhythm stuttered.
“Gonna…” And then I groaned with him because I could feel him come in the condom, the subtle increase in pressure. I also moaned because knowing he was coming was its own sort of pleasure. I’d pleased him that much. His orgasm was the most potent praise he offered, and my body gave one last shudder.
He was gentle as he pulled out, but I still winced as I rolled away from the wet spot. He grabbed one of our discarded towels and handed it to me. However, I was breathing way too hard to do much more than swipe at my stomach and the come on the bed.
“Sweet baby Jesus. I had no idea.” My voice sounded fuzzy, throat suddenly parched. I stretched, intending to get up in search of water, but my body had other ideas. I yawned big as Denver settled behind me, holding me close. My limbs felt heavy, almost drugged. “Fuck. How am I so tired again?”
“You’re cute when you babble.” Denver kissed my sweaty neck.
“You fucked all the sense out of me.”
“Good.” He patted my torso. “Rest.”
“We shouldn’t sleep the day away.” I yawned again, with absolutely zero intent of moving anytime soon.