Body and Soul (Twist of Fate 3)

He leaned over to reach for his bedside drawer, and the movement pressed our cocks together in a delicious slide made even better by his sloppy, wet attentions earlier. I shifted beneath him to get a few extra pumps in and felt his body tense in response. A little growl shook from his throat.

Once he had the condom and lube, he sat back up on my upper thighs and rolled the condom on me. He pumped some lube into his hand and began stroking it on me, taking way too much time and enjoyment in the process.

I reached down to clamp his wrist. “Baby, if you want me inside of you, you might want to stop that,” I warned.

Before he had a chance to pump more lube into his hand to prep himself, I grabbed it from him and sat up to kiss him some more. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses. He seemed to lose time whenever our lips were joined, and I wasn’t much better. My arms were wrapped around his waist, and I didn’t realize we were still kissing until I felt the lube bottle slip from my grasp and land with a cold shock on my leg.

When Oz turned around to see what happened, I took the opportunity to move him onto his back again. He shot me a disgruntled look.

“Was gonna ride you.”

“And I would love that, but not today. Not this time. You’re going to lie back and just feel good. Let me do all the work, alright?”

I cradled his face again and kissed him lightly all over before sitting back up and finding the lube. Oz reached behind himself for some pillows, and I helped him shove them under his hips.

Once I began swiping lube across his hole to prep him, I became entranced. His entire body was coiled and ready for climax–his breathing stuttered, his hole clenched against my fingers, and his abs pulled tight in anticipation. The pink flush of his face surrounded that sexy-as-fuck mouth. His teeth had his lower lip pinned, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt it was to keep from telling me to hurry the fuck up.

I couldn’t help but tease him.

“Am I going too fast?” I asked sweetly.

“Gnfh?”

I wiggled my fingers farther into his tight channel. “Want more of this? Let’s take our time. Don’t wanna rush you.”

His eyes scrunched in confusion. “Wha?”

“Let’s just take this slo—”

“GODDAMMIT JAKE, JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!”

I took a quick pass with more lube on my cock and slammed the head of my cock through the tight ring of muscle while he was still screaming at me.

His eyes widened comically as he let out the mother of all moans and arched up, pressing against me to take more inside.

God, he felt so good. Tight, hot, thrumming with need. His body was like a furnace inside, and it was stupidly reassuring to know he was plenty warmed up from the incident in the woods. I leaned over and took his mouth with mine.

Small pulses helped me make progress into his body until I was fully seated, and he grabbed the back of my thighs to hold me there for a beat.

I took the pause as an opportunity to kiss him more, to drink in his openness and willingness to hold nothing back. Every part of him was exposed, including his eyes, which shone with so much emotion, I felt my heart clench painfully in my chest. It was almost too hard to look at him, so I dropped my mouth to his and kissed him lightly, then whispered words against the skin of his cheek about how sweet he was, how good he felt around my cock, and how I wanted to stay inside of him as long as I could.

“Wanna make you feel so good, baby,” I confessed. “Tell me what feels good to you.”

Oz’s hands came up to hold the sides of my neck and lock eyes with me. His baby blues were still shining with lust, but the vulnerability was still there too.

I pulled out and pushed back in slowly, enjoying the effect it had on his eyes and the flush of that fair skin. He let out a groan and squeezed me from the inside.

“Oh fuck, Oz.”

“Fuck me, Jake.”

I was afraid to hurt him, but I also wanted to give him what he wanted, and the demand in his voice assured me he wasn’t made of delicate porcelain. So I began to thrust and retreat with a firm, steady rhythm that had my cock and balls begging for release in an embarrassingly few number of repetitions.

“Oh, oh,” Oz chanted. “There, there.”

I tried to keep the same angle as I reached to stroke his cock. He stretched his arms behind himself to grab for the headboard and pushed back against me on every stroke.