Page 59 of Oz
“Christ,” I whisper, and then moan as he comes back at my mouth as if declaring war. He shoves his hands down the back of my jeans and grabs my arse cheeks, squeezing them and using them to pull me against him. Encouraging me to rut against him. And all the while he kisses me, his breaths harsh on my cheek.
I feel almost like I’ve been caught up in a whirlwind. He’s so gentle outside the bedroom, but after the blow job I’m starting to suspect that he’s very different during sex. This is desperate and animalistic and he’s turning me on so much I can feel my balls lift and tighten, and I pull away, sucking in air and staring at him. He looks debauched, his cheeks flushed and his eyes lowered to half-mast. His mouth is red and swollen, and his chest rises and falls with his panting breaths.
“Take your clothes off,” he says in a guttural whisper, and I shiver. Gone is the polite, cool tone of voice, and here in this room it’s lowered to a rough, demanding drawl. I kick off my shoes quickly and peel off my jeans, shirt, and underwear, watching him avidly as he tears off his own clothes.
I reach out and touch his chest when his shirt vanishes, running my fingers through the thick hair. “Yes,” I whisper. “I love this.”
His mouth twists with hunger as he shudders under my touch, kicking his jeans and underwear off until he’s as naked as I am. Then he grabs me and pulls me into him and I feel that hairy torso against mine, abrading my sensitive nipples so that hot lightning runs through them like they’re attached to my cock.
I writhe against him and he groans, reaching down and grabbing my arse in the palms of his hands. Obeying his unspoken command, I jump and he lifts me easily, winding my legs around him and taking two strides to the chair where he sits down.
For a second, I’m taken by surprise. I expected him to go for that huge bed, but I shudder as I realise that he’s at the end of his tether. I straddle him, sinking into the cradle of his hips and then sitting back slightly on his thighs so I can feel his cock against mine.
He lifts my hand and spits into my palm. “Wank us together,” he orders me and reaches for a small bag on the table by the chair. I obey him instantly, fumbling to align his cock with mine. I’m narrow and long, but he dwarfs me with the thickness of his. Veins marble the surface and the head is slick and angry looking.
I twist my wrist and thrust my cock alongside his, and his hand clutches into a claw on the bag as he throws his head back and shouts out. “Yes,” he hisses and starts to move his own hips. Within seconds, we’re moving together as if synchronised. As if we did this for an Olympic sport.
I moan and close my eyes, the visual of our two cocks rubbing together too insanely hot. If I look too long, I’ll come. Instead, I focus on the silky feel of his flesh against mine, the heat andhardness of his cock, and the tart scent of his pre-come and sweat.
I hear the rustle of the bag and the pop of a cap and jump when I feel cool fingers at my hole. “Lift up,” he says gutturally. Abandoning our cocks, I open my eyes and stare into his. They’re almost black, the pupil expanding to cover the pretty colour. For a second we just hang there panting and looking, and then letting our cocks go, I lift my hands to his wide shoulders and use them to move upwards so he can get at my arse.
“Yes,” he says hoarsely. “Just like that. You’re so fucking good.”
I feel the praise heat me inside and cry out as he taps against my hole, massaging it with a slick finger before pushing it gently and steadily into me. It burns for a second but I relax into it, loving that first feeling of being breached and knowing what’s to come and that somehow, it’s going to be better with him than anyone else.
“God yes, Silas,” I groan. “More. Give me another.”
He pushes another finger into me, moving steadily, and when he taps my gland I cry out and my hips move involuntarily.
“Look at you,” he mutters. “Riding my hand. Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He opens me steadily and pushes another finger in, the digits rubbing continuously over my prostate heating me up. I feel sweat run down my body and moan as he licks it up, his tongue warm and abrasive. He gives a satisfied grunt. “I want to see you ride my cock like this.”
I open my eyes to look down at him blearily. Sweat runs down my brow and my dick is throbbing like a toothache. I give a great shudder. “Yes.”
He nods, looking just as wrecked as me. “Stand up, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Let me get the condom on.”
I rise up slightly and watch as he opens the packet, his fingers looking huge on the shiny golden square. I shiver as he reachesbehind me and I hear the snap as he rolls it on and settles it. Then one hand is on my hip.
“Slowly,” he says, and I lower myself down onto his cock that he has steadied for me with his other hand. I feel his cock tap my hole and wait as he readies me. Once he grunts an assent I lower myself, taking the tip inside me. I pause for a second and then breathe out as I continue to lower myself slowly. As soon as he can, he releases his cock and switches his grasp to my hips.
“Take it easy,” he says, and while his voice is even, he’s given away by the quick rise and fall of his chest and the way his hands flex on my hips as if he’s forcibly stopping himself from forcing me down on his dick. His eyes are dark and riveted between my legs and my stiff cock bobbing.
“It’s intense,” I slur. “You feel so big.” I give a wild cry as he bottoms out, and I grab his shoulders, digging my nails in. I can feel the burn in my thighs as I crouch over him, as well as the shaking of my legs.
“Are you alright, darling?”
I nod frantically, squeezing my eyes shut. “You feel fucking amazing, but give me a second. This position is deep.”
His hips stay still, letting me sit in his lap, but his hands move, caressing my chest and tweaking my nipples, before tugging gently in my hair and pulling my head towards him for a deep kiss. Our lips rub and suck and still his hand moves, flirting over my shoulders. Light brushes of touch that feel almost burning hot on my sweat-slick skin. They move down my back and we both groan as he runs his fingers under my arse and touches my hole.
“You’re stuffed full of my cock,” he mutters, and the deep, satisfied rasp in his voice makes me shudder. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, rubbing slightly with the rhythm of our breaths and the faint thrust of our hips that seems to havehappened almost without us knowing. It makes heat bloom in me.
Lust suddenly fills me like a grenade going off and I grab his head and kiss him roughly, feeling his lips catch and the faint taste of copper on my tongue. I pull away. “You need to fuck me,” I groan. “I won’t last long.”
He throws his head back and I watch as the muscles on his stomach tense and bunch as he lowers his hips so he almost comes out, and then without any warning, he thrusts up and tunnels back in abruptly. Heat bursts inside me like little fireworks going off and I shout out, my head falling back.
Then, as if timed, we both lose it. He pushes up inside me, grunting heavily every time he bottoms out, while I crouch, feeling my legs shake with the strain as I paw at his body, rubbing his chest and nipples and feeling his hairy thighs against my arse.
As if sensing my legs are going to give way, he grabs my hips and lowers me down onto him so I sit stuffed with his cock. Kissing me furiously and licking into my mouth, he pulls at my knees until I set them into the chair on either side of his hips. I groan. Now, he’s really deep. I couldn’t have done this earlier, but I’m loose enough now to take him and I feel my hips start to move, almost out of my control.
