Page 30 of Grease & Grips
“We made due once,” I murmur against his ear, smoothing the soap over myself with one hand. “Figure we can do it again.”
He arches his back, ass tilting toward me in invitation. I drag my fingers down the curve of his spine, between his cheeks, until I’m circling his entrance. When I press one finger in, slick and easy, he pushes back with a whimper.
“Needy little bottom,” I growl against his neck.
“Oh, you think you’re in charge now?” he breathes, voice rough and biting with that touch of challenge that undid me last time. “Think you forget yourself, Mack. When I’m with you, I set the pace.”
His eyes, dark and wild, find mine. “So stop stalling and get that thick cock in me.”
A breathless laugh escapes me. “Yes, sir.”
“Condom?” he pants.
“I started PrEP,” I say, fingers still working him open, “and I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
His breath stutters as he swallows hard.
“I got tested before the trip,” he whispers. “I need to feel all of you. Breed me, Mack.”
There’s a body shudder from him when my fingers slip free, but he tenses again as I line myself up. My lips brush his shoulder as the crown of my cock begins to breach his hole. “I’m gonna give you every damn inch.”
I slide in with barely any resistance, his body welcoming me back like it never forgot how I fit. When I bottom out, cock buried to the base and his ass pressed flush against the mess of hair at my groin, I pause letting myself feel the way he clenches around me.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” he says panting.
“Thought you loved it,” I tease.
“I do love it. You ruined me, Mack. I’ve thought about that fat dick every day since I had it last.”
That’s what does it. I let go of last my thread of restraint.
I grab his hips so hard I know I’ll leave bruises. Let him feel this tomorrow. Let him carry me back with him again.
I fuck him like I’ve been meaning to for a goddamn year. Through the drag of my hips and the grip of my hands on his waist, I pound into him hoping he can feel the weight of every sleepless night and unanswered message and half-hearted hookup I didn’t go through just for this.
I hope he knows it was all worth waiting for.
I trail my mouth along his neck giving him heat and teeth and everything I never got to say.
“You have any idea,” I growl into his skin, “how long I waited for this?”
He moans, head falling forward, knuckles white as he claws at the tile wall.
“All I did,” I pant, slamming into him, “was think about you bent over for me.”
He whimpers something I can’t catch, but his body says it all. The way his hips move pushing back like he’s starving for it so I reach around and grip him, stroke him in rhythm, and he nearly collapses.
“You feel that?” I ask, voice breaking. “That’s everything I didn’t let myself feel until right now.”
I fuck into him until we’re both slick with sweat and breathing like we’ve been sprinting for hours. Until my name spills from his mouth like a prayer and I cum so hard it feels like something in me tears loose.
He cries out as he spills out in messy ropes splattering the tile in front of him. His whole body shakes with it, legs trembling, hands scrabbling for anything to hold onto.
With my chest to his back, I nuzzle into his nape damp with sweat. My arms lock around his waist desperate to be his anchor as we both struggle to catch our breath, and for a second, all I can do is hold him there, so perfect and full of me.
When I finally pull out, a line of my release follows. It trails down between his legs, sticky and hot, and before I can think better of it, I reach down and push it back in. My fingers slide deep, sealing it there.
“Take it with you,” I murmur, voice ragged. “You own every part of me anyway.”
