Page 28 of Hollywood Crush

“Be careful what you wish for,” Tudor breathed. “Do you really want me like this?”

He kissed me then, gently, but deepening when I threaded my hands in sweat-damp hair to pull him closer. My cock was already at full mast, and was rubbing up against the front of his exercise shorts where I could feel his own starting to come to attention.

“I want you to own me,” I said quietly. I had never been so open with someone before, knowing anything I said in bed could be potentially sold on to the papers. “I want you to dominate me, make me yours. I want you to fuck me like you’ll never fuck anyone else.” I wasn’t sure if I’d meant to say that last bit out loud, but it was out in the opennow and Tudor responded very positively to it. He growled and nipped my lip, hand coming to stroke my cock roughly.

“If you want it, you’ll get it,” he said between kisses. One hand came up behind my head as he pushed me up agains the wall and assaulted my mouth with his tongue.

“Do I need a safe word?” I asked as he came up for air.

Tudor grinned. “Never. I might like to dominate, but I’m a simple man.Nois enough of a safe word to make me stop any time, andYeswill make me go harder. Understood?”

“Yes.” I smiled at him before he continued to kiss me, his big callused hand pulling at my cock and making me want to come right then and there. His mouth moved down to my neck, then down my chest toward my nipples. He took one between his teeth and bit, making me hiss. It was painful, but my cock jumped as he did it. “Yes,” I said again. Tudor laughed against my chest and did the same with the other nipple, slightly harder. Fuck, I hadn’t realised how much I would like this.

Tudor came back up to face level. “Supplies?” he asked.

“Shorts,” was my one word answer.

Tudor took a step back from me, and my cock immediately missed his warm hand. He was still fully clothed, but ditched the tank top as I watched. “Turn around, against the wall. Hands above yourhead.”

It wasn’t a question but a command and I did as I was told. I felt cold and exposed but resisted looking back to Tudor where I could hear him rustling through my shorts for the condom and lube. There was silence for a couple of second, then I felt his warm breath up against my neck. One hand came round to my front to feel my cock again, which hadn’t flagged in the time without his touch. It felt somehow even harder in anticipation. I felt Tudor’s cock, still encased in shorts fabric, pressing up against my arse.

“Fuck. I want you in me,” I said.

“All in good time,” said Tudor. He nipped at my neck and rutted up against my arse. The hand that wasn’t touching my cock trailed down my back towards my arse and cupped it so hard I felt like it might bruise.

“Now, Tudor, or I might finish before you’ve even started.”

“Oh, alright then.” Tudor’s hand disappeared from my cock once more and he pressed kisses to the back of my neck, down my spine, to my arse. He kissed each cheek and then used his hands to pull them apart. I felt the flat pad of his tongue, hesitant at first but then rougher and more demanding, touching my hole and penetrating it slightly. My cock jumped without being touched and I knew I was leaking precum

“Oh my God,pleasekeepgoingfeelssogoodohmygod.”I knew I was babbling but I couldn’t help myself. It was heaven to feel his tongue at my entrance and to know he was claiming me for himself.

His tongue retreated and I felt slick fingers start to brush over my hole. I just wanted him in me, and I wanted it now. I groaned as he pushed one finger in, then two, stretching me open.

“Just getting you ready, be patient,” he muttered like he could read my mind. Or maybe it was that I was pushing myself onto his fingers with impatience. He might like to dominate, but it was never in my nature just to lay down and take it.

He removed his fingers and I heard the crinkle of foil as he opened the condom packet. There was no skin contact for a second and silence before I felt his breath on my cheek once again. “Are you ready? Do you want this?” he asked.

“Yes, yes I want it.”

One hand came up under my arm to hold my chest as he lined up his cock with my entrance. I automatically tensed up, but the hand on my chest stroked me gently. “Relax, Daniel,” he said. “Let me in.”

I breathed outward and tried to relax as I felt him slowly start the slide into me. I could feel his sweat slicked chest pressing right up against my back. His cock entering stung a little, but was easier than the time before, possibly as I knew what to expect this time. Daniel’s lips were inches from my ear. “Doesthat feel good?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes, please.”

The hand that had been stroking gently at my chest came up to cup my neck, while the other came down to stroke my cock. The hand was slick with lube and it felt amazing as he started to move it over the head.

The fucking started off gentle, just the rocking back and forth that grazed again my prostate and made me feel good. But I felt Tudor shift gear, and rock back further and faster, as the hand that cupped my neck squeezed tighter like a vice, not quite enough to choke me but enough to remind me I was his and his alone.

“Fucking-God-my-fuck,” I was an incoherent and insane mess of words. Every thrust and stroke brought me closer to the edge of paradise, and I wondered how I had ever gone through casual sex think that’s what it was. This wasn’t just sex, it was a connection between Tudor and I that put every other connection I’d ever felt to shame. In this moment, he was mine and I his, connected in sweat and heat and the heady rush of approaching orgasm.

His hand tightened on my cock as he rocked into me from behind and I knew he wanted me to finish before he did. “Come for me,” he said, his hand on my neck tightening slightly as he did so. He nippedat the side of my throat, sending a little spike of pain mixed with pleasure straight to my brain.

It was enough to send me over the edge. I spilled all over his hand and onto the gym wall and I felt him pick up the pace. He held his cum-soaked hand on my hip and rocked into me a few more times before pushing deep into me with a shout. His body was pressed up against mine, both of us now panting and feeling the rush of the orgasm subside. The hand that had been on my neck came back down to my chest to hold me close to him for a minute.

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