Page 54 of Never Too Late

“Then there’s this monstrous guy that’s so big that me getting my hand around it must be a figment of my imagination.”

“Slight overkill, but I’ll take it. What about him?”

“He’s not going to be happy with just kissing.” I gave the cock in my hand a couple of firm strokes to prove my point, Cillian biting his lip to stop himself from moaning.

“He’s not in charge. I am. He had his turn, and he fucked things up.”

“Oh, so it’s his fault, is it?”

“Yep.”

“Good to know who we’re blaming.”

“Isn’t it?” With a devilish smile on his face, Cillian rolled me onto my back. I wasn’t shy about my body, so I was happy to let him look his fill. Besides, he’d seen every inch on camera over the past few weeks, and possibly had it recorded for posterity. We’d both danced our way around wanting to make dirty videos to enjoy later, without ever confirming if we had. And to be honest, I liked the ambiguity of it. It turned me on to think that Cillian might have spent time thinking and reacting to me when I wasn’t around. I’d ask him one day. But not today. Today, there were far more interesting things going on. Like the fact that Cillian was currently peppering my chest with kisses.

He paused, peering up at me through his eyelashes. “I never kissed you enough before, but I’m going to make up for it starting now.” And for the next ten minutes, he did just that, barely an inch of my body escaping his attention as he drove me crazy until I was squirming beneath him.

It had reached the point that Cillian proving he could do extended foreplay risked going on all night if I didn’t take matters into my own hands. With that in mind, I rolled him so I was on top. With hands braced on either side of him, I returned the favor of him blowing me and swallowed him down. His breathy exhalation of “Jesus!” less than a minute into it had me smiling around the cock embedded in my throat, which was no mean feat. We might have joked about the size of Cillian’s cock, but it wasn’t small.

Tension crept into his body in gradual stages, his chest suffusing with a rosy glow accentuated by the sweat that had broken out, and his fingers raking through my hair in a wordless plea either to stop or to continue until he came. Well, the latter certainly wasn’t happening.

When I reached for the condom and rolled it over his spit-slick cock, Cillian didn’t comment, his expression saying I could do anything I wanted to him. “I’m going to ride you,” I said, “until we both come. And then we’re going to rest and do it all over again.”

“How long are we going to rest for?” Cillian asked breathlessly.

“Five minutes.”

“Ambitious.”

I hid my smirk as I added a generous amount of lube to Cillian’s sheathed cock. “If you’re not up to it, then just say.”

“I’ll certainly give it my best shot.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Cillian had no complaints about my choice of position, heaving himself up against the headboard for better control as I threw one leg over him and braced myself. He ran a hand over my chest reverently, the thumb that brushed over my nipple sending shockwaves through my body. “I reckon,” I said as I reached behind myself to grasp hold of his cock and hold it in place, “thatthis has already lasted five times longer than any of our previous fucks.”

“Yeah…” Cillian said, his tone so guilty that I immediately felt bad for bringing it up.

“Hey!” I said, leaning forward to kiss him. “It’s just an observation. Nothing more. Now buckle up. Because things are about to get fun.”

“Things are already fun…”

Cillian’s last word became more groan than speech as I lined myself up with his cock and gravity did the rest to ensure the head of his cock breached me. I hovered there, thigh muscles straining as I rode out the slight throb of pain.

Cillian’s hands settled on my hips supportively. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” I managed a smile.

“Take your time.”

I laughed. “Are we going for some sort of record? Or have you taken up tantric sex?”

Rather than answering, Cillian kissed me, taking hold of my cock and stroking it at the same time. The twin distractions had me sinking fully onto his cock almost before I knew it, Cillian’s smile of victory clarifying that it had been intentional.

“Don’t stop,” I urged as I started a slow rise and fall, the hand that Cillian still had on my hip aiding in my balance. Slow wasn’t enough for either of us for long, Cillian surging up as I slammed down. “Going to come,” I gasped out, the thick length inside me providing too much stimulation as it rubbed against my prostate for me to last long.

I took over, stroking my cock in tandem with Cillian’s thrusts as he grew more and more desperate to come, his fingers digging into my hips as he changed to deeper thrusts that had me dangling on the precipice of coming. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I said over and over again. “So fucking close.”

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