Page 74 of Ancient History

“I’m not done yet.” He clapped his hand on my cheek. He could’ve come down on me hard, slapped my ass so hard I’d be branded, were it not for his dad downstairs. “Remember when you touched my ass at CJ’s?”

He did it to me, my pale flesh putty in his strong hands.

“Remember that?”

“Yeah,” I said, breath choked. “I don’t know what came over me.”

This was true. I got so into playing the game, and Hutch was so sexy with his focused stare, that I forgot I wasn’t supposed to flirt with him.

“You got me really hard.” He reached down and grabbed my erection, leaking between my legs.

Every nerve in my body cried out in pleasure as I heard him unzip his fly and snap the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He slid his dick in between my cheeks, slick with his spit, teasing me so bad I was going to disintegrate. I jutted my ass out, hoping for a miracle of him slipping inside me.

“Not yet. We need our unexpired lube and condoms.”

Damn him and his thoughtful approach to safe sex.

Hutch swooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bed, placing me down like a delicate flower. He let out a brief wince but powered through.

“How’s your leg?”

“Good. I can’t do sudden movements, so that means I’m gonna try and fuck you nice and slow. But we’ll see how that goes.”

I once told Charlie that I couldn’t really be with another man because Hutch Hawkins had ruined me. No man could measure up. I stood by that statement. Hutch was commanding yet tender. He was protective of me, making me feel safer in his arms than anywhere else.

My legs were over my head in a heartbeat. Hutch drizzled lube on my hole and rolled the condom on his engorged cock. I leaked a puddle on my stomach. I was never good with being patient, doubly so when I knew I was about to get railed.

He hovered over me, his arms balancing him on either side of my head. Our eyes connected in the tenderest of moments, cutting through the lust.

“Amos…” He said my name like a prayer into the universe.

“Hutch,” I prayed back.

“Oh shit, I think I hear Pop.”

“What? Shit.” I attempted jolting up, kind of impossible with a large man above me.

“I’m fucking with you.”

“Yeah, well drop the ‘with’ already.”

I bit my lip as he breached my opening.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I forgot that you need a moment to adjust.”

I wasn’t one of those guys with a porn-ready ass that could take it at a moment’s notice. Each time, it was a shock, and my body needed to get used to the feeling before I could enjoy it. Hutch waited above me until I gave him the green light to fully climb aboard.

He filled me up. And it was everything.

His strong body rested above me as he rocked into my opening, making me feel whole. He went slowly, dragging out the pleasure until it became agony.

“You can go faster if you’re able.”

“If I go faster, this bed is going to sing loudly like it's drunk karaoke.”

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