“Want to.” He didn’t give me a chance to renew my protest, diving in with the same enthusiasm he’d had for cock sucking, a potent mix of curiosity and hunger. He licked all around my rim, alternating flicks of his tongue with more aggressive kissing. The sounds he made were almost hotter than what he was doing to my nerve endings, the way he lit me up.
“Please, Cash,” I begged, shameless now, riding his face as he held me open with a strong grip. I’d never been so utterly devoured before, and even without a hand on my cock, my balls lifted and tightened, pressure growing in my lower back. “Fuck me before I come this way.”
“Love that.” Continuing to hold my legs up and back, he looked up at me with glassy eyes. He wasn’t lying about being turned on, and simply seeing him so into this made me moan again. He gave me a devilish smile. “Love making you come apart.”
“I’d give a non-vital organ for your fingers.” I would happily fall to pieces for him, over and over.
“Save all your parts.” Rising to his knees, he slicked up his fingers. And apparently, this truly was going to be where my impatience did me in because he teased me some more, rubbing slippery circles around my rim. Finally, right when I was about to beg again, he gently pushed in. “Like this? Tell me how you do it on your own.”
“This is so much better than me alone.” I moaned, head thrashing against the pillow, then remembered I was supposed to be providing tips. “More. Trying curving your fingers.”
“This?” He pressed upward, exactly where I wanted, and my body bowed.
“That’s the spot.” My needy gasps filled the small space as I tried to ride his fingers deeper and harder. “Now. Please now. I’m ready.”
“Yeah.” His voice was rougher like maybe he was done waiting too. Pulling off his shorts, he dodged my eager hands. God, he was so fucking hot—thick cock, flushed skin, needy eyes. He fumbled the condom, and I had to swallow back an impatient noise. But then it was on, and his cock was right there, insistent pressure on my rim, broad cockhead feeling way bigger than his fingers. I sucked in a shaky breath, trying to relax enough to help him out.
“I want to take such good care of you.” Sounding slightly amazed at his own words, he stroked my thigh. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
More of that sexy caretaking was going to do me in, make me drown in how much I needed him. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.
“Any slower and I’m gonna get a senior citizen discount on our next bottle of lube.” I laughed, which worked to loosen my back muscles enough so I could bear down to meet him, but he continued to hold himself steady, thrusting in by millimeters. “More. Now.”
“Yeah.” The muscles in Cash’s shoulders and neck stood in stark relief. The fullness of his cock was so good, made even better as he slid the rest of the way in until his thighs rubbed against my ass. He held my ass at the perfect angle for his next thrust to hit my spot, and I groaned like I’d been punched.
“You feel so good.” I stretched so I could touch his chest and stomach. Whatever I could reach. I wanted all of him, wanted his restraint to shatter. His caution was sexy, the way he was so determined to take care of me, but I was also desperate for him to let go, get us both where I desperately wanted to go.
“Danny…” Cash’s expression was fierce, and I’d never loved my name as much as I did at that moment, the way he said it like a prayer. “I…”
He shook his head, forehead crinkling like he had no idea how to finish the thought. I understood though. The energy coursing between us was so good, so much more than pleasure, but impossible to put in words.
“Me too.” I rested my hand right over his heart. “Me too.”
“You’re mine.” Fuck. His possessive tone alone was going to get me there.
“Yes. Yours.” Unable to resist any longer, I wrapped my fist around my aching cock.
“Oh yeah. Do that.” He dropped his gaze to my hand, eyes hot and greedy, darkening further as we both sped up. His thrusts were harder now, and I braced myself with my free hand as the bed shook.
“Need to come.” I said it as more warning than request because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. Felt like each stroke was unearthing new sensations, like my cock had never felt this good in my fist before, like the pressure of his cock in my ass made everything new again.