Page 103 of Uriah's Orbit
“I know, baby, I know,” he whimpered. “You’re just the right size for me.”
My balls nestled up against him as he bottomed out and let out a plaintive cry of pleasure. I was beyond any sound, not even a whimper could escape me.
A shiver of what I thought was pain flashed through Uriah’s features and I squeezed his hands to get his attention. He grinned down at me and squeezed back. “It’s been a while, baby. Just give me a minute. You feel too good.”
“Hnng,” was the only thing I managed.
He chuckled, his cock bobbing above my stomach. Unlacing one of our hands, I reached down and wrapped my hand around him. He wasn’t quite completely hard—but as soon as he felt my hand, his dick twitched and stiffened more.
Letting go of his other hand, I grabbed the bottle of lube and put a small drop on my hands. I recapped it, tossed it, and wrapped my hands around him again.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed through his teeth. “Shit, I missed you.”
Slowly stroking up and down, I finally found my voice. “I missed you too, baby. I swear I am going to be nothing but honest anymore. I can’t risk losing you.”
He dropped to my lips, trapping my hands and his dick between us, and kissed me sweetly. “We’ll work on us, Austin, I swear it. I like you too much to let you get away a second time.”
And that was when he moved for the first time. Up and down, just a little, but it was the most mind-blowing sensation I’d felt to that moment. He worked himself up to pulling all the way off and sliding all the way back down.
There were fireworks behind my eyes. Explosions in my spine, detonation from my balls outward. Uriah was perfect. Tight, smooth, and very familiar with what his body liked.
Also, he was good at whatmybody liked. Which was his ass posting up and down on my cock.
My hands didn’t have to do much work, because he was moving in and out of my slippery grip. I couldn’t help but cant my hips just a touch, wanting in on the action.
He yelped, “Oh, hell! Yes!”
I laughed. “Prostate one-oh-one, eh?”
His ass clamped down on my dick and my laugh turned instantly into a moan.
“I’m not going to last,” he panted.
I thrust the same direction again, forcing another yelp from him, and nodded as his eyes went wide. “You don’t have to, just come.”
As he dropped down on me, I thrust up on him and it was just a moment before I felt his cock twitch in my hand. “Fuck!” He came, the ropes of his cum painting my chest, my abs, even a bit on my chin.
He clamped down on me and after just two more thrusts inside him, I came, unloading my orgasm into the condom.
Collapsing down on top of me, Uriah’s lips found mine. The kisses he gave me were lazy and lush, open mouths, soft tongues, just darting in and out trading tastes of one another.”
He laughed, nothing but a boneless mess on top of me. “Gonna be sticky.”
“We can shower in a few minutes,” I answered. “You feel nice.”
He wiggled his ass. “I hope so.” He propped himself up on his arm across my chest. “Thank you for saving my life, Austin.”
I smiled. “Thank you for teaching me to live mine.”
Uriah
Last night of the UDLR World Tour
Manchester, England
“Does he know I’m here?”
Hailey huffed at me as she led me through the tunnels to the back stage area. “Uriah, he knew you were going to be here by the end of the show.”
