Page 55 of Manhattan Tormentor

“Fuck you,” he grunts and I grin, biting the tip of his ear before grabbing the small bottle of clear lube. I let him watch me put a coin size dollop in the palm of my hand and then I have a hold of him again. His eyes flicker closed.

“God.Fuck.” He moans.

“Good?”

“Yessss.”

There’s no room in my head for comparisons on how this feels different.Everythingis different. And better. And my heart is knocking up against my rib cage when he groans and stops my hand from moving. Sage’s body is hard all over. Smelling masculine, he tastes addictive. His strength is felt when he pushes back on me.

“Not yet.” He says after a long tug that makes him tremble.

“You can’t last?”

“Not with the way you’re doing it.”

Pleasure explodes through me and I move in, he shifts onto his side facing me. While we’re kissing, his hand moves around my belly and down and—ahh… fuck right there, yeah—he makes me impossibly harder with a few tugs.

“Horny boy,” I moan into his mouth as he bites my bottom lip. Being kissed by him is unique on every level. His taste, the way he pushes his lips. Everything.

Without a word, he goes for my neck, sucking as he hums and scraping me with his teeth, leaving pleasure where he leads.

He’s a damn tease and also a biter.

I’ll be bruised if I let him get away with it, so I pull on his hair, tipping his head back. “Careful with those incisors, Fierro.”

“Or else?” Fire in his eyes makes him look like he’s a doppelganger to the quiet dude I’m used to.

“Or I’ll bite you back.” I take my lips to his and hear his rumbled moan when he jacks himself off between us. I’m discovering a lot about Sage Fierro, not only myself. He has limits to his pleasure and I enjoy putting him to the edge. While we make out, he plays with himself and I stroke the same place he did on me that sent my climax to the moon. He jerks like I’ve electrocuted him and starts groaning. “Fuck,” he hisses, eyes low lidded and glassy. “It’ll feel better from the inside.”

My body kick starts, and I reach for the bottle of lube.

I’m doing this.

I can do this.

I fuckingwantthis.

My hands all over him, inside and out. I want to drive Sage crazy, to see him falling apart. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck someone this badly before.

“I need to get you ready, don’t I?”

Look, I know the mechanics of gay sex, I’m not an idiot. This is my first man on man rodeo, and I’m eager to get on the fucking bull. To see the pleasure swallow him whole. I knew though, if this day came where I went here with Sage, I’d have to be the driving force. Call it macho fucking ego, whatever, it’s what I need right now.

“You need to let me be in charge, so I can do this,” I tell him as he watches me drip the wet stuff onto my two longest fingers. He drops his head to his chest and then he’s in my face before I see him move, using the front of my hair as an anchor. “I’m not one of your docile cheerleaders, Maverick. And if you have to rally yourself into doing this, the door is over there, walk through it.”

“This goddamn mouth,” I say, almost touching his lips. “You prowl around quiet as can be, no one knows you, do they, Fierro? Not like this.”

“A few do,” he taunts with a slick smile I’ve never seen him use before. It oozes sex appeal and confidence. Reminding me he’s done this with guys before and my belly clutches with greasy jealousy.

“Fuck me already,” he implores tugging the front of my hair so we close the space and his mouth melts to mine. He licks and vampire nips until I open.

In the background, one of the plays a continuous loop of the classic Sonic The Hedgehog game theme song.

I’m gonna fuck a guy for the first time with Sonic the Hedgehog playing.

Too busy feeling other things or I might have laughed.

Sage is right. Rubbing his taint is nothing to how wild he goes when I get my fingers pushed into him and start pumping in and out. Stretching him for when I really get going. Every time I stroke over a ridge, he shudders a moan and his eyes roll. He curses worse than me.

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