Page 22 of Cocky Bastard

My neck was already starting to complain and with my spine threatening to go on strike, I figured it was, sadly, time to move things along.

With a final kiss, I straightened up and rolled my neck, looking around for some lube. My hand was still on Kane’s dick but I had to let it go when I realised I was going to have to go hunting through drawers.

“Where’s your lube?” I asked as I playfully pumped his cock one final time before releasing him, savouring the moan that slipped from his lips.

“Top drawer. On the right,” he said, looking over his shoulder at me and nodding his head in the direction of a large wooden chest of drawers which had two small drawers at the very top—just right for storing a few goodies.

“Perfect.” I leant down and pressed a kiss to the base of his spine. “Stay there.”

I walked over to the drawer and pulled it open, humming with interest when I saw the small selection of toys neatly laid out under a half-full bottle of lube. There were a couple of dildos including one I knew was the exact mould of my dick, a vibrating prostate massager, a Fleshlight, and a plug I knew very well. “Damn, kitten. This is a nice collection. Next time we’ll have to play with some of them. How do you feel about getting DP’d by me?”

Kane raised his eyebrow, his mouth set into a line, but from the shade of pink across the bridge of his nose and the way his cock twitched, I didn’t think he was opposed to the idea.

“How did you—”

“Oh please, you don’t think I knowexactlywhat my own dick looks like? Actually, I’m flattered. Want me to sign the base tomorrow?”

“You’re such a bastard!” Kane laughed and buried his head in the duvet. It was adorable to see how flustered he was, and I wondered if he’d never expected me to find it.

I shook my head fondly as I grabbed the lube and made my way back to the bed, squirting some on my fingers before throwing the bottle down beside him. “Even if I am, you fucking love it,” I said, slowly sliding two slick fingers between his cheeks to circle his hole. Kane groaned and pushed back into my touch like he was trying to get my fingers inside him.

I wasn’t that much of a bastard to make him wait, so I pushed one finger past his rim, giving him time to adjust before I added a second. Kane gasped and began to fuck himself on my fingers and god fucking damn it was a beautiful sight. His ass looked so pretty stretched around them but not as pretty as it would look when it was full of my cock.

I curled my fingers so I could tease his prostate while he fucked himself on me, and then I reached down to slowly jerk my cock, letting myself drink in every detail of the picture before me.

“Austin,” Kane said with a groan, twisting his head to look at me. “Please… I need your cock. I… fuck, I fucking need it. Want you to fill me up.”

“Yeah? Are you desperate for it, sweetheart? Need me to fill you up and make you feel good?”

“Mmm, y-yeah. Wanna feel it tomorrow too.”

A hungry smile played across my lips as I pulled my fingers out of him and lined my cock up with his needy, waiting hole. IfKane wanted to feel it tomorrow, then I was more than happy to give him exactly what he wanted.

Our groans filled the room as I pushed inside him, filling him up in one smooth movement. Kane gasped out a broken cry of “Yes!” and a pleased rumble of satisfaction rolled through my chest as I gripped his hips.

I’d always loved giving my partners exactly what they wanted, but there was something special about doing it with Kane. It was like the intensity had been turned up to eleven, and the satisfaction I got from making him happy was unmatched.

Kane arched his back, allowing me to go balls deep.

Then I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back inside him, making him cry out. I’d always loved it when he was noisy, and fucking him hard had always been the best way to make him loud.

Tonight was no exception.

A litany of moans and blissful pleas for “more” fell from his throat as I pounded into him, fucking him hard and fast until the sound of skin on skin almost drowned out Kane’s cries. I put my hand on the base of his spine, pushing him down so I could go deeper, hammering his prostate with every thrust. And when that wasn’t quite enough, I put one foot on the bed to get more leverage and power behind my movements so I could give him everything he needed and more.

“A-Austin,” he cried out, his hands grabbing the sheets on either side of his head. “Fuck, oh fuck… I… I’m getting… oh shit!”

“Yeah? Are you going to come for me?” I asked with a growl, not letting up for a moment. I knew he was close; he just needed a little push to get him over the edge. “Gonna come on my cock like the needy slut that you are? Fuck, kitten, your ass is so fucking perfect. No, don’t touch your cock. I know you can come without that. Be good for me, Kanan. Come.”

A desperate cry of pleasure ripped from Kane’s throat as his body tensed, his ass pulsing around my cock as he came. I kept fucking him because hearing him come… feeling him come… knowing that he’d done it onmycock, was enough to send me hurtling towards the edge at the speed of fucking light.

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned. “I knew you could do it. So fucking good for me.”

“Austin…” Kane’s voice was a broken whimper. “Please. Need you to come.”

“I know… fuck, I’m right there. Shit, feel that? I’m gonna fill you up. So good for me, Kanan. Fucking. Perfect.” The last words melted into a rumbling moan as my orgasm barrelled into me, my hand squeezing Kane’s hip as I pulled him onto me so I could pump my load as deep as I fucking could. My lungs burned and my body was shaking from the intensity of the pleasure it’d been flooded with.

I’d never known pleasure like it.

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