Page 59 of Carry On
“Don’t move,” I ordered and gave his head a slight push as a tiny reminder that I was in charge tonight.
He listened as I grabbed the lube from inside the nightstand. I smoothed a hand down his spine and palmed one ass cheek, spreading him open as I did. The smallest shift in his hips—his anticipation for my dick—wasn’t lost on me. Drizzling lube on his ass, I spread it down his crease and rubbed my thumb over that tight ring of muscles. I tested his readiness, easing my thumb in and out of him. That low moan he let out had my cock throbbing.
“Please,” he whimpered, his hips rocking back against me in an attempt to take more. I positioned myself behind him and coated my cock in lube, all too eager to give it to him.
“Fuck,” I growled through clenched teeth as I thrust into him slowly. There was tight, and then there was Lincoln. Whatever he was, it should’ve qualified as torture. The way his muscles clenched and the heat of his body around my length had me clinging on for dear life.
“Faster,” he said. He tried to push back on me—to fuck himself on my cock. While it was hot as hell to see him so desperate, I refused to fill his ass too quickly. I wanted to savor him.
“No.” I barely got the word out while my hold on him turned brutal.
“Please,” Lincoln begged, and I doubled down, slowing my pace even more. The exasperated sound he let out made me chuckle.
“Look at you… such a desperate, greedy thing for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he breathed out.
“Beg for my cock, Lincoln.”
“Please, fuck me.” Again, he tried to move along on my shaft on his own. I brought my hand down on his ass, eliciting a feral noise from him. Pulling back on the tie, I forced him up on his hands.
“Convince me that you want me to fuck you, Lincoln,” I ordered.
“Please, fuck me,” he repeated, his desperation dripping from every word. “Please,Nash. Fuck me and put me out of my misery.”
“Does this make you miserable?” I demanded as I withdrew my cock and immediately felt the absence of him around me. He groaned with frustration and tried to fall forward on his elbows, but I yanked him back up by the tie. “Stay on your hands, Linc. I like how your ass pops for me.”
I spread his ass cheeks one more time and eased into him, letting him feel every inch of my cock. I liked how his groans grew in volume as I filled him inch by torturous inch.
“Jesus fuck, Nash,” Lincoln rasped. “I can’t… just fuck me,please.”
I pulled out once more, inciting a whine from him. Before he could voice another protest, my hips snapped forward. I drove into him relentlessly. Every sharp thrust had him moaning, groaning, and making feral sounds that shot straight to my balls. Heat sparked down my spine and gathered in my core.
I was ruthless. Relentless. Uncontrolled and needy. Lincoln’s entire body rocked as he met each thrust in kind. His fingers clawed at the sheets while he pushed back harder and harder on me.
Jesus fuck, the way he took all of me was hot as hell. Something unhinged opened up inside me, something deeply animalistic with a need tomake him fall off the ledge in a way that’d ruin him. I tightened the tie around his neck, cutting off his airway.
“Stroke yourself, Linc,” I said, my voice strained. “Make a mess of the bed, and show me how you like being used.”
His raspy, low moan was a tune I’d keep with me for a long time—one I’d relive in my head every time I jerked off. His hand fell to his dick, matching my brutal pace.
Panting, skin slapping on skin, groans. We were a mess of sweat and desire as we both chased our own release. I was right there, my balls damn near hurting, as I lost complete control. Every thrust was harder and faster than the last until I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I dragged him back on my cock, holding him there while I came with a guttural sound I didn’t recognize.
Lincoln unraveled with me, spraying cum across his bedsheets. I released the tie, and his grating sounds turned into gasps for air that only furthered his pleasure. He collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.
“Fucking hell,” he let out with the smallest of euphoric chuckles.
I pulled my cock out of him slowly, watching my cum drip out of him. As I forced him to stay on display for me, I swept a finger through the spillover and pushed it back inside him. Lincoln groaned, and fuck, I liked everything about it.
CHAPTER 43
NASH
Softrug.
Four walls.
Two windows.
