Page 3 of Cocky Bastard

I grinned and reached for the button on his trousers. “See, was that so hard?” I dipped my fingers inside his waistband and into his skin-tight boxer briefs, wrapping them loosely around the head of his cock. Kane moaned, thrusting up into my hand. “Fuck, you really need it, don’t you?”

Kane groaned again before tilting his head in a barely perceptible nod. Maybe that was why he was being so argumentative today—he was so horny and wound up he was trying to provoke me into taking him apart. I almost laughedbecause he didn’t need to anger me into doing that. All he needed to do was ask.

“Better get naked then,” I said. “Then I’ll fuck you as many times as you want.”

Kane nodded and fumbled for the top buttons on his shirt, the ones that were just out of my reach, while I worked his trousers and underwear over his hips. He’d have to roll off me to take them off, but I was a very charitable soul and wanted to help him get started.

“You too,” Kane said as he balled up his shirt and threw it onto the floor. “Strip.”

“You’ll have to get off me,” I said, sitting up to pull off my shirt and ignoring the fact I could see at least four buttons missing. There was a tear in the fabric too from Kane’s enthusiasm. I’d be going back to my room shirtless at this rate, not that I really gave a fuck.

Kane grumbled as he slid off my lap and onto the bed, undoing his trousers and sliding them off at the speed of light. Luckily I could get undressed without looking, so as he leant over to grab the bottle of lube resting on the expensive-looking bedside table, I saw a flash of silver between his ass cheeks. My hand flew out to grab his thigh, holding him still as I kicked off my trousers and underwear.

“Shit, darling, are you plugged?” I asked, using my other hand to gently pull one of his butt cheeks to the side to give me a better view. The plug was nothing special with only a simple flared silver base but still, the fact Kane was even wearing it was enough to make my cock throb. “You are. Mmm, is this for me? Such a sneaky, dirty boy. Did you have it in all evening just waiting for me to come and find you?”

“Who said it’s for you?” Kane asked, throwing an attempted glare over his shoulder that melted away as soon as I started teasing the base of the plug.

“Oh please, who the fuck else would it be for?”

Kane groaned as I gently pulled the plug half out and then pushed it back in, watching his hole stretch around it. “F-Fine,” Kane said with a low moan as I fucked him with the plug. “I… fuck, I wanted to save us some time.”

“You really were desperate for me, weren’t you? Such a slut for my cock.”

Kane smirked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Like you don’t love it.”

“Mmm, I really do.” I tugged the plug out of his ass, my cock twitching as I watched his empty hole clench desperately around thin air. My other hand was still on his thigh and I pulled him back towards me, turning my head so I could bury my face between his cheeks. Kane gasped in surprise as I ran my tongue over his hole. I could still taste the lube there, but it didn’t bother me. After years of working in porn, I hardly noticed it anymore, especially not when it was the fancy shit Kane used.

Decadent sounds of delight filled the air as I licked, sucked, and fucked Kane’s hole with my mouth, revelling in the way he pushed back on my face and rode my tongue. I’d have spent hours eating him out if he’d let me, but after a few minutes he abruptly pulled away from me.

“I need… shit… I need,” he said, pivoting on his knees and crawling into my lap, straddling my hips and reaching for my cock. His face was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead and his perfectly styled hair muddled and messy.

“Yeah, darling, do you need my cock? Need me to fill you up?”

He nodded and whined, resting one hand on my chest while he used the other to line my dripping cock up with his hole. We’d stopped using condoms years ago since we were both on PrEP and tested often—with my job my testing schedule was regular as clockwork and I only worked with people I trusted. Anddespite his playful animosity towards me, I knew Kane trusted me too.

We understood each other too well not to.

I groaned as my cock breached him, Kane’s hole stretching around me as he sank down onto my shaft. My hands rested on his thighs, not holding, just enjoying the feel of the warm, toned muscle under my fingers. A blissed-out sigh slipped from his lips as he took every inch of me until his ass was resting on my thighs.

“Mmm, fuck,” he said, putting his other hand on my chest as he sighed happily. “I’ve missed this.”

“Aww, you missed me?”

“Not you, asshole. Your dick.”

I chuckled. “If you miss it this much, I’ll have to bring you one of my dildos. I’ll sign the box and everything.”

“Who says I don’t already have one?” Kane asked as he began to roll his hips.

“Do you?” I asked with delight.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Tease.”

“You fucking love it,” he said, shooting me a wink as he lifted himself up, letting my cock slide nearly all of the way out of him before he slammed back down again. “You know you’d get bored if I didn’t drive you crazy.”

“Maybe,” I said, sliding my hands up to grip his waist.

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