“Fuck, Oliver.”
Forget about bottoming tonight. I had to have Oliver. I needed to sink into him. I could feel how ready he was, how willing he was. I could tell his body wanted it as badly as mine.
“I want to fuck you.” I kissed his leg, nibbled on the skin.
“Yes, Beck, yes. Fuck me. Please, put it in. I want to feel you inside me.”
I stood, bending my knees so that I could line myself up with Oliver. My cock pulsed in the air as I held on to my base, pressing my head against Oliver’s opening. I spat, rubbing the saliva over my cock.
Oliver and I had already gotten tested and talked about condomless sex. I pressed myself against him, feeling his tight ring opening to receive me. He took in a deep breath as I pushed in harder, stretching him. His heat encapsulated me. It made my very neurons melt in pleasure and ecstasy.
He was silky soft and so fucking tight. I rocked my hips forward, teasing him with only half of me. He pushed back, pleading without any words, using only his body. I could feel him tighten around me, pulling me in deeper.
I pulled out, my head coming out with a pop. Oliver groaned loudly, his back arched even more, his ass opening for me.
I plunged in again, this time sinking myself in to the balls. Oliver’s shout filled my living room. For a second I feared I had hurt him, but the bliss-filled moan that quickly followed told me he was good.
Then, he told me himself: “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Beckham.”
I placed a hand on his lower back, and I started to rock into him, fucking him without abandon. Our loud grunts and animal-like sounds were competing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. His entire body felt like putty underneath me. He was holding on to the arms of the chair, his head down into the seat, his ass working my cock like a bucking bull. I leaned back and let him bounce on it, watching myself slide in and out of his hole, his ass cheeks clapping against me.
“I’m going to come,” I said, my voice a rocky growl.
“Do it. Give it to me.”
Oliver continued to bounce back on my cock. I slapped the pale globe, a sharp sound ringing through the air, his ass shaking with the impact. He whimpered and moaned and asked for another.
My balls tightened, ready to explode. He slowed down, still keeping me inside him. I slapped his other cheek, my pink handprint showing up almost immediately. Another whimper and then another “please.”
I gave it to him and then grabbed his ass, kneading the tender muscle with my fingers. His words were jumbled as he slid back and enveloped me inside him.
It was enough to make me blow. I grunted like some kind of animal and let myself unload, shooting deep inside of Oliver. I could feel him coming, too, his body spasming, his hole tightening around me, pulling out every last drop.
I took a deep breath and leaned down. I kissed the back of Oliver’s neck. We both chuckled, our bodies flooded with endorphins. It felt like my brain had been replaced by a big bowl of custard.
I pulled out of Oliver. He turned and kissed me, both of us grinning like buffoons as we went to go clean up.
As Oliver toweled off in the bathroom, his blue eyes catching mine and glowing underneath the bright white lights, I found myself hit with such a strong thought that bloody well almost knocked me off my feet.
God, I’d do anything in the world for this man.
25 Oliver Brightly
My body was spent in the best way possible. I felt like a new person. Beckham had literally fucked me into a different mindset.
What in the gay hell?
We sat outside in his yard, enjoying the quiet night, the air from the ocean coming in fresh and cool. It wasn’t a hot night by Miami standards. Beckham looked sexy in a pair of laid-back plaid boxers and a black T-shirt, his legs stretched out in front of him, one of his feet currently in my lap.
We were talking about anything and everything. At some point, the conversation landed on where was the weirdest place either of us had sex before. Beckham said that his was under a pier, which actually sounded pretty romantic to me, contingent on how clean the underside of the pier was.
“It was pretty clean,” Beckham said.
“Okay, well then, yeah. I guess that makes it pretty romantic.”
“What’s your weirdest place?”
I chewed my lip in thought. “Honestly, I’m pretty vanilla. Besides, you know, getting jerked off in the ocean in the middle of the night.”
“Extremely vanilla.”
“Very.” I stuck out my tongue. “Besides that, just the bed. And the car once, but that was so uncomfortable that it lasted like two minutes, tops. I don’t think it counts.”