Page 118 of Hounded

My fingers were half-numb from being pressed beneath my thighs for the past several minutes, but they ached to hold him. I rocked forward, almost throwing him off my lap in the sudden move to catch him by the waist and press my mouth to his.

When I pulled back, Indy’s expression was tentative but hopeful.

“I don’t want to be just friends,” I told him.

He shook his head, then whispered almost reverently, “Me neither.”

The shaving cream and razor fell away with a clatter, creating space for him to slide up my thighs and hug his knees against my sides. He threw one arm around my neck and cupped the other to the back of my head, and we kissed again. This one went deep, open-mouthed with our tongues tangling and breath rushing back and forth.

My cock swelled inside my jeans, and I groaned. Indy beamed, and I could have sworn I glimpsed his golden aura.

“What else do you want?” he asked, his lips dragging over mine. “Tell me.”

“All of you,” I said. “All over me.”

Indy sat back, and his eyes rounded. “Fuck, that’s hot.” His throat bobbed through an audible gulp. “Okay… Yeah. I can do that.”

He dipped in, using his grip on my hair to tug my head back and gain access my neck. The skin there was sensitive and ticklish as he trailed kisses along my jaw.

My fingers crept up his back, sliding under the hem of his shirt before he pulled away once more.

“Are you sure?” He caught my gaze, deadly serious. “I can wait.”

I couldn’t. This felt urgent. Not only because the hounds were on the loose, but because I wanted to give Indy the same comfort he’d given me, even if he didn’t remember doing it.

“I’m sure,” I replied.

With a single, fluid motion, he stripped off his shirt and cast it aside. He surged forward, pushing his chest against mine and canting his hips so I felt the hardness in his shorts.

“How do you wanna…” He kissed me between breaths. “How do you like to fuck? You never said.”

I would have him any way. Under me, on top, or tucked in side by side. But I liked him best on his back, looking up at me, drunk on bliss while he whimpered my name. I craved the feeling of his heat swallowing my dick and locking us together.

“What say I start, and you finish?” I asked.

Indy flashed a smile. “I’ll start,” he said. “I have a feeling I’m gonna need to lie down when you’re through with me, and I’m already drooling at the thought of your cock.”

Scooting backward off my lap, he dropped to the floor. His palms smoothed up my thighs toward the fly of my jeans.

I leaned back, letting him work through the buttons then tug my pants and boxers down simultaneously. My erection sprung free, and Indy licked his lips.

“You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?” He looked at me with hooded eyes, taking my uncut cock in one hand andresting the other on the narrowest part of my waist. “Wreck me. I want it.”

My breath stuttered through an exhale, and I kicked off my jeans and underwear. Indy pushed my knees apart and shoved himself between my legs. He stroked slowly down my shaft, thumbing over the tip already beaded with precum. Two pumps turned into three, then four, and I writhed in his grip. He grinned, then stuck out his tongue, dragging it across the head of my dick.

My hips bucked in a wordless plea.

Indy’s fingers cinched around my base, and he went down on me, taking my length inch by inch. His tongue curled as he suckled with wet, hungry sounds that made me groan.

I gripped the sides of the closed toilet lid, doing everything I could not to thrust into him. He’d barely begun and already I wanted to pull him to his feet or get on the floor with him, pin him down and feel his body everywhere.

My fingers ratcheted down until my knuckles were white and straining while he gulped and gasped over me again and again.

Sensations shook my body. The wet heat of his throat, the squeeze of his hand on my side, the soft hum he gave as he starved himself of air…

My resignation not to budge gave way, and I rocked against him. His moan vibrated my dick from base to tip.

My unbidden whimper made him go harder until saliva dribbled down his chin. His eyes watered, too, clumping his long lashes into spikes. He was relentless, gagging and sputtering and making noises that wentstraight to my cock.

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