Dallas kept up the friction of his fist gliding over Greer’s cock. “On all fours,” he demanded.
“I changed my mind. I’m close. You can get me off.”
Dallas slowed his strokes, his grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know how this works. We come together.”
The contradictory emotions crossed Greer’s expressive face. Dallas could see the struggle. Greer’s hand flew to his cock, encasing Dallas’s hand there, working to keep the friction going. Dallas loved to see the disciplined Greer straining for control.
“Let me give you what you really want. Turn over.”
A change overcame Greer. It was almost a tangible force. When he turned, the lounger proved the perfect angle for everything he had in mind. He took his time, admiring the sight in front of him. Greer’s ass on display in the cool night air, his expressive face full of anticipation as he looked back over his shoulder.
“Fuck me, Dallas.”
The need coursing through Dallas’s body sent his racing heart into overdrive as he dropped to his knees and positioned himself behind Greer. He quickly tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his cock. He grabbed the lube, flicked the top open and squirted a generous portion on his fingers. He kept the bottle close, placing it on the metal table next to the lounger. Greer made an impatient hiss and wiggled his ass. That was his lover’s subtle way of telling him to hurry it up. He laughed and swatted Greer’s bare ass.
“Patience is a virtue.”
“I’m not virtuous.”
“We can discuss that later. Right now, I want you begging.” Dallas placed one hand on Greer’s back and brought the other to Greer’s hole, circling the tight ring, teasing his man as he massaged Greer’s muscular back. He slid his hand up and gripped Greer’s shoulder as he breached the tight opening of his ass.
Dallas increased his pressure on Greer’s shoulder, forcing his lover’s chest to the cushion as he worked to open Greer. He curled his finger, easily finding the gland. Greer’s body arched so beautifully as he pushed up on his arms, chasing the pleasure.
“Fuck. Dallas.”
He chuckled and added a second finger, scissoring Greer open, aiming for the gland with every other stroke. Greer dug his fingers into the plush cushion, his body trembling as he reared back on his knees, fucking against Dallas’s hand. The sight of his fingers disappearing into Greer’s body mesmerized him, and he pushed at Greer’s shoulders, urging his lover down again to get a better view of Greer’s ass stretching around his digits.
Damn, he was so fucked over this guy. Greer’s hips responded with every push of Dallas’s fingers. Greer panted and ground his ass down, forcing Dallas’s fingers deeper.
“Dallas, take me.”
Dallas felt he had tortured them both enough. He removed his fingers to position his cock. Greer didn’t give him a chance to ease inside his tight ass before he bore down on him, immersing Dallas’s engorged cock in white-hot pressure. The delicious warmth squeezed him so good it forced a loud moan past his lips.
His thoughts seized as his body instinctively drove his hips forward. Greer’s hot channel took all of him. Helpless to slow his hips, all he could do was give in to the urge to claim Greer, own him, as he plunged deeper into his lover’s body. Greer belonged to him just as he belonged to Greer.
Goddamn, it was good. Dallas’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he pulled Greer back against his chest. Greer hung on to the chair for balance. Dallas kept their bodies fused together as he sank into Greer over and over. He kept up the demanding thrusts, his thighs burning from the position. But he didn’t care, his hips forcibly rolling into Greer.
The invasion was too good. He never wanted it to end. Heat swamped him. Sweat broke out across his body as he continued to drive his hips into Greer. This was so perfect.
Greer’s body quivered against his as they rode the pleasure together.
“My perfect lover.”
Dallas smiled at Greer’s words and kissed the heated skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Dallas dropped his fingers to Greer’s hips and guided him down as Dallas thrust up.
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Greer’s eyes slowly slid closed as Dallas thrust into him, absorbing the visceral reaction of his body stretching to take all his man had to offer. His body heated and strained in the most decadent of ways. He was so fucking owned by Dallas.
Dallas’s arm wrapped around Greer’s waist. His other hand trailed a light caress to Greer’s sac. He fucking squeezed, sending a shiver racing up Greer’s spine. He curled his fingers into the cushion as pleasure shook his body. So consumed with the sensations, he had to consciously draw oxygen into his lungs.