Page 27 of His Fearless Guy

I press my mouth to his, done with the talking. It’s time to feed my starved nerves. His tongue slides right between my lips and the wrestling match begins. It’s like we’re down on the mat each fighting for power. The adrenaline is pumping through my veins. The heat coursing up my spine. It’s never a warm cozy fire burning in the fireplace. It’s always blazing like an incinerator. When my cock starts making its aching protest, I pull back.

Baylor looks up through his heavily weighted eyes. His lips swollen. And his lungs short on breath. “The lube is in my vanity drawer.”

I step out and grab it, smiling when I see the name on the bottle. Anal Heat. It looks like he was preparing for this. “Always one to be prepared,” I tease, showing him the front of the bottle.

“I wanted to see what it was like, but then I chickened out.”

“What do you mean you chickened out?” I squeeze some onto my fingers and hand him the bottle.

“Bought that and a dildo. But couldn’t get myself to use the thing.”

I step in closer, about to lose my mind. The thought of him spread eagle, trying to fuck himself has me near the brink of spewing my load. “I would’ve been pissed to find out I wasn’t the first cock back here.” I glide my fingers down the seam of his ass, getting to my point of entrance. “But once I get you nice and broken in, I want to watch you fuck that plastic cock.” His body shudders as I circle his puckered taint, rubbing the lube around and around, getting it nice and slick. His hands are back on my cock, lubing me up, about to send me over the edge.

I shift back and turn him to face the tile wall. His hands are splayed out and his firm butt is pushed out for the taking. I grip my cock and give it a few strokes as I stare at the sculpted perfection. He may not be able to see a girl past my dick, but I can assure him, it’s this ass that I can’t see past. It’s the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. I step forward and grip his hips, then pump myself up through the seam, splitting it with every pass, trying not to get too worked up or I’ll get an inch deep inside him and be coming way too soon.

“Shit, Ryes. I need it.”

He doesn’t have to beg; my cock can’t take any more teasing. I press my crown against his puckered entrance and begin to rub until it’s opening up for me. One tease of an inch inside and we’re both groaning loud, the sound reverberating off the tile wall. I push forward a little more, trying to go slow so I don’t hurt him, but it’s hard to restrain myself when his muscles are constricting around my girth and trying to suck me in.

“More, Ryes. Just fucking own me already.”

His impatience drives me forward and I push deeper and deeper, fighting to hold onto my load until I’m at least seated all the way inside. It’s too fucking good. So fucking snug. And I’m barely holding on.

“Jesus, you’re big.” His strained groan has me stopping.

“Is it too much?” It’s going to hurt like hell if I have to pull out, but I don’t want to cause him pain.

“No. Just give me a second to adjust.”

I drop my mouth to his shoulder and start kissing along his skin, all the way up his neck and to his ear. I give his lobe a tug, swiping over it with my tongue. “You’re doing so fucking good, Bay. Taking me like a champ.”

I suck on his neck, wanting to leave my mark. His groan hits my ear, and I suction harder. It seems to set him off because his hips begin to rock back into me, smooth and steady. He’s riding my dick nice and slow, torturing me in the best fucking way. I reach around, grabbing hold of his cock while he takes the reins. As soon as I’m wrapped around his shaft, his weight drops against me.

“I’m about to come, Ryes.”

“So am I,” I heave on a breath feeling the heat already coiling in my gut. My balls are clenching tight. His hips start rocking faster and I pump his cock at the same pace. It’s like the steam is swirling around us, making me blind to everything but the pleasure. When his body suddenly bends forward, his clenched fists hitting the wall, I know his orgasm is hitting him. Mine slams right in as I feel his convulsions tugging at my dick. I piston into him, riding out every shockwave. It’s a blur of heat. A force stronger than nature. My body nearly breaks, and I slump forward, needing him to bear my weight.

The water is now running cool at my back, and it’s helping to calm me down. I feel like I’ve been through the most intense workout. My body is wiped.

“Never imagined it would be like that,” he breathes. “That was so fucking good, Ryes.”

I nod against him, almost too blissed out to talk. “That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, Bay.”

“I was so fucking afraid it would hurt, or that I’d feel dirty after or weird, or feel like less of a man. But I feel like I could go tear down a building with my own hands right now.”

I chuckle against his back. He can go tear down that building while I go pass the fuck out. He shifts around and I slip out of him, trying to right myself and give him some space. “So, are you going to let me fuck you next?”

I drop my head back under the water, letting the coolness wash over my face. When I clear my eyes, I see his arms crossed, giving me a tense stare down.

“Tell you what…” I grab the soap, lathering up my hand then lathering my cock. “You beat me at Fortnite and I’ll get down on all fours for you, but if I win, you’re straddling my dick and taking me for a ride.”

“How is it that you always make me want to lose in our little wagers.”

17

Baylor

It’s exactly how I imagined it would be. The gym all decorated in streamers and lights. Every girl dressed in colorful sequins and satin dresses, and all the guys decked out in tuxedos. The music’s pumping loud and everyone’s dancing and having a good time. Even Ryes got out on the floor a little, shocking me with his rhythm. I look over my shoulder and he’s standing by the wall, staring right at me. Before I turned, I’m sure he was staring at my ass, which immediately clenches at the thought.

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