Page 38 of Keeping it Casual
I’m so hard I can’t help but rock up against him. The friction of our cocks rubbing together is exquisite.
His mouth is moving again, kissing my chest and nipples and then lower, where I’m aching for him.
He doesn’t disappoint—his lips wrap around my cock, taking me deep in his throat.
I’m moaning wildly, thrusting into his hot mouth as he sucks me deeper and faster.
He slides a finger inside me, hitting that magical area, and I practically levitate off the bed.
“I need you now,” I say.
He nods, reaching for his bedside table and taking out lube and condoms.
He goes to stretch me more, but I nudge his hand out of the way.
“I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m ready.”
His forehead creases. “You sure?”
“Yeah, I just need you inside me.” My voice hardly sounds like mine. It’s so strung out, needy. I grab a pillow and chuck it under me.
Dustin’s eyes don’t leave mine as he hovers over me. He slides inside, and we both groan. The stretch and burn are intense, right at the border of pleasure-pain, all my nerve endings on fire.
I can’t drag my gaze away from his.
“Jeremy,” he gasps, and I stretch up to kiss him.
His tongue tangles with mine as he starts to move.
But it quickly becomes apparent that this isn’t ordinary fucking.
Because, despite the frenetic pace that got us to this moment, it’s almost like time stops still.
He’s slow and gentle, sliding in and out of me, his forehead pinched in concentration as he stares down at me.
Our eyes meet, and it’s like no force can pull them apart. Our gazes remain locked together, just like our bodies.
He brings up one hand to cup my face. Small beads of sweat break out on his forehead, but his gaze never wavers from mine.
Holy shit.
This is definitely not ordinary sex.
I’m so hard, and I get a hand between us. The pressure on my prostate and the message of pleasure from my cock threaten to send me to the edge quickly.
“Harder,” I urge desperately.
He thrusts deep inside me, and I see fireworks.
My body convulses, and I’m coming.
He’s right there with me, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth stretched wide.
“Oh fuck!” He thrusts one last time and then groans as he comes.
He collapses on top of me, and his upper body is so heavy that I can hardly breathe.
Death by Dustin. It would definitely be the way to go.
