Page 13 of Social Sinners

When my finger breached his tight ring, he gasped, bearing down against the digit and forcing it deeper inside. I stared in awe at the contours of his back. Watching the muscles expand and contract with each movement he made, as the water lines flowed down his spine. He was a vision, a work of art, one I’m sure would eventually bring lyrics to mind and I, in turn, would pen him his own song as the other spouses had also received.

Spouses…

I slid a second finger in beside the first, scissoring them before lubing my cock and pressed past the tight ring. Each time I entered him; it took my breath away.

“Easton,” I muttered while he adjusted.

“Mmm, hmm,” he moaned.

“I say, yes.”

“Yes,” he whispered, “now fuck me.”

I loved this brazen side of him. Withdrawing, I separated his entrance with my thumbs, enjoying the site of my cock emerging from his hole before thrusting forward again. With each pass, he groaned, and on my third draw, the metal ring did its job, bobbing as it crossed his sweet spot.Yes…No one I’d ever slept with could claim I was a selfish lover, hell they benefited from that piercing more than I did and the lengthy healing period that followed its installation was not fun by any means.

“There,” he groaned, firmly setting his hands in place to lock his body in position. I loved East’s need for me to be in charge when it came to sex. Business wise, everyone knew he was the man, but behind closed doors that was his time to let go. To not think and just enjoy. He trusted me implicitly with his body, and that was a gift I’d never take for granted.

I knew from experience it would require more than grazing his prostate a couple times to get him off. Firmly fisting his hair, I yanked his head back, not enough to pull any loose, but enough that the slight sting he felt from it would heighten his arousal. Our lips were close enough to touch, so close that when I turned away, his breath ghosted across my cheek.

“Stroke yourself,” I ordered, staring over his shoulder to watch as he took his cock in hand, vigorously tugging it. “Good boy.” Praise went a long way with the submissive side in Easton. When I loosened my grip, his head fell back into place, but I didn’t release his hair as I pounded harder, striking his prostate with each pass. His strokes increased, keeping up with the pounding I was giving his ass. But he was wound up so tightly that it was blocking his ability to come.

I pulled out, and he gasped at the loss. Flipping him around, I lifted him up and his legs wrapped around my waist. With his back pinned between me and the wall, I thrust back inside him, hitting his spot dead on and bit his nipple at the same time.

He screamed, “fuck!” as his muscles contracted around my dick, my release barreled forward at the same time his dotted our chests which the water quickly rinsed away. When his head hit my shoulder, I knew he was spent.

“Baby, can you stand?” I asked, and he managed to nod. Cautiously, I helped him down. His legs wobbled as I finished washing and drying us both before we crawled into bed. Easton was out like a light, which I was happy to see, and unless he took a sleeping pill before I came in, his sleep was for once prescription free.

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