Down by Contact (The Barons 2)

“We have a few weeks, which means we have to pack in a lot of fucking if that’s the deadline we’ve both chosen.” Simeon pumped harder, his breath hitching even though his own dick had so far gone ignored. “Right now I’d rather have you in my ass.”

I throbbed, my balls tingling, at the promise of what was to come. I’d been jerking off fantasizing about being inside of him every night for weeks, since he’d bragged about liking it, and especially after I’d gotten a taste. Except that had been part of a game, and this was something else.

“I want you to ride me,” I said. “Wanna see that pretty face of yours when you nut.”

“And I want to nut all over you.”

“Bet.”

I leaned against the mountain of pillows behind us, thighs spread and knees bent for leverage. He straddled me, grinding his round ass against my dick. I had a serious obsession with the muscular globes of flesh, and took the chance to run my hands along them, squeezing and probing his pucker with my finger.

“I thought you wanted to hurry up and get in me.”

“After I get my fill of touching you.”

Simeon’s hands tightened on my shoulders, and his fingers dug in harder once I mouthed at his chest. His nipples were pebbled, so I followed the lead he’d shown me weeks ago and sucked one into my mouth.

“I love a fast learner,” he breathed, writhing against me. “I guess you really wanna hear me get loud.”

I released his nipple just enough to growl, “I want to hear you fucking shout.”

The delight on his face was enough of a reward, but I wanted that delight to turn into desperate cries and pleas for more. If he was as vocal as he’d been the other day, when I hadn’t even been doing him exactly like I’d wanted, I had hope that we were about to have a real good time.

I tongued at his chest while playing with his dick, not quite jerking but more idly stroking. A few pumps here and there, but I used the kind of measured strokes and teasing touches that I did to myself when I was set up to enjoy a full hour of good porn without wanting to blow my load in the first five minutes.

Simeon writhed, tilting his head back and undulating while I stimulated his chest, his dick, and his tight hole all at the same time. If I judged by the way his ass clenched around my finger, the more turned on he got, the more he wanted to be nailed.

We made a mess of the lubricant. Both too eager and both trying to have control of the situation, we wound up squirting too much and getting stickiness everywhere. It turned me on more, and I was trembling by the time he leaned up so I could position the crown at his opening.

“I been wanting this so bad,” he whispered. “Even though sometimes I hated that I did.”

“You still hate it?”

Simeon yanked my head back and graced me with a harsh kiss as he seated himself fully on my dick. The force caused me to entirely fill him, pushing past the ring of his muscles, and going in deep enough for his ass cheeks to rest against me once I was in. My eyes rolled back, a smile finding its way onto my lips.

“You like that?” he asked, still kissing all over my face.

“God yes. You milking me that way is like an out-of-body experience.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, boy.”

Simeon smirked, filthy and promising, before leaning back on his splayed palms. His entire body stretched out in front of me, naked and glorious, as he raised himself up and then slammed down onto my cock again. I lifted my hips to meet him and to drive it in deeper and harder. His decadent moan was all the encouragement I needed.

We fucked like it was going to be the last time, even though I knew there was no way I would allow that to happen. Pounding our bodies together too fast and hard and causing the slapping of our skin to echo throughout the apartment.

I gripped his waist with one hand and used the other to stroke his erection as it smeared messily against my torso. The infrequent tap of his cockhead against my stomach was almost as erotic as him clenching around me as I plundered his ass. I wondered how it would feel to have all of his warm come splattered on me while I filled him with my own. The thought alone propelled me to another plane of existence.

There was nothing for me but the grip of him around my girth, the flexing of his hips, the pounding of our bodies, and his agonized moans. I muffled them with my mouth, unable to stay away from his lips for long. All this time, I’d not only been starving for his body—I’d been deprived of his kisses. Now I couldn’t get enough.