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Lori is limp in my arms, but I can feel him still hard against my belly. His tiny, warm body feels good on top of mine.
I grit my teeth, breathing shallowly against the tight pressure around my shaft. But he took me inside so easily. Bez’s fingers did that, molded a space inside Lori that was meant for my cock to fill. For me.
“You’re in. All the way in. Deep. I’m full of your dick.” Lori’s words sound slurred and hot against my neck. He’s twisting his hips like he’s trying to get me even deeper. Then he rises on his knees until only my cockhead is in and slams down, taking all of it.
Fuuuck! It feels amazing, like never before. And he does it again. And again. And again.
I use my grip on his butt cheeks to hold on while I start fucking upward into him.
“I want to savor you until I get to the center of you,” he says mindlessly, lapping at my neck like he’s drunk on the taste of my skin.
“Lori,” I breathe out, tightening my grip.
“Gabe! Do me harder.” His eyes roll back in his head as he ups the tempo to a frenetic one, and I groan. I can’t stop groaning as he rides me like a cock addict. His hands lift from around my neck and above his head to the car ceiling. He pushes his palms against it to give his bouncing ass more speed.
“Gabe! I’m so stretched, it stings so good.” Moans and cries continue to flow out of him, and my eyes can’t stop sliding over his slender, hairless body—the golden smooth skin, the small, pink nipples hard as diamonds. I move, and my mouth closes on one, sucking the tight bud between my lips. He tastes like lilies all over.
He shifts slightly again, gasping at the movements our bodies are making. “Right there!” He moans, hammering his hips up and down, using my dick to hit that spot inside him. “Love your dick. It’s so long.”
His cock is begging for a touch, all red and leaking profusely. His hand wraps around it, and he starts beating it off with desperation.
Each sound of our skin connecting, each noise he makes, fuels the next push, the next thrust. I need to come even though my instinct is to get more of this wild pleasure.
Like he’s reading my mind, he tells me, “Come inside me, stuff me with all that hot jizz.”
I can clearly see the obscene pleasure he’s feeling on his face, it makes my body burn with more desire. Especially when another orgasm overwhelms him, and his pucker starts convulsing around me, milking me for all I’ve got. My balls draw up as a burst of pleasure zings through me, reaching my shooting dick. But I can’t release inside him. Not when I’m not sure if he really wants it or it’s just the drug talking. I grab his hips with the intentions of pulling out, but Lori anchors his thighs around me, hips pushing firmly down my lap. His grip on my shoulders turns bruising as he squeezes my cock in a strangling vise pushing me all the way in, deep, deeper into his body. It feels like fucking heaven. I can’t fight it, I don’t want to and with a long groan I pour all my ecstasy inside him. Rope after rope of thick, warm cum fill him.
Damn, is all Bez says, and it actually describes the moment perfectly.
My hands move to his thighs, and I let my head fall back on the headrest. My cock is still jerking inside his clenching channel as Lori makes slow, enticing circles with his body. The drug has made him so damn insatiable.
“Mmm,” he lets out a satisfied noise. His mouth is at it again, slicking the skin on my shoulder, sinking those small, sharp teeth in. I groan at the sting, liking it a little too much. His hands find their way under my half-open shirt, scratching my back with those little nails. My cock is still hard inside him, which could indicate that the drug had some kind of effect on my body as well, keeping me ready for another round.
Lori pulls back his flushed face, a small smile on his big, puffed lips. Looking straight into my eyes with his ash brown ones, he slurs, “I’ve only ever felt at ease with three people in my life: Ollie, Sully-doo, and my…gran. And now, you blokes. You make me believe I have a place where I can be…without feeling the fire of hell reaching for my feet for what I’ve done.” He ends in a whisper.
I have to tell Rami that the drug doesn’t only cause pain and exponentially increase people’s sex drive, but also loosens their tongues.
“What have you done, Lori?” In his mind, it’s something bad since he talked about hellfire. Whatever it is, it must be the reason why he accepted our vigilante justice so easily.
Lori lowers his head, and his messy caramel curls fall into his eyes, hiding his open gaze to me. A lonely tear falls down his cheek, and he wipes it away with his fingers as he shakes his head. I realize my hands are stroking his legs with slow circular movements when his fingers lace with mine. Huh. Touching him, being touched by him…I don’t dislike it.
He lifts his head again, his gaze is glazed, his teeth are digging into that dip on his lower lip, and his hips are lifting again. His eyes don’t leave mine as he rides me, slowly this time, like he’s savoring me inside of him.
This feels different. More intimate, and I don’t do intimate. His pupils are still blown, and I can see he’s trying to drown the pain with pleasure, but he looks more aware. Of me. His nails suddenly sink into my pecs, and I push his thighs further apart and start fucking into him, earning a long moan. My cock is sliding so damn perfectly through his tight, wet opening, drenched with my cum. The thought makes me speed up. The loud slurping sounds his pucker is making around me are so fucking hot. My gaze focuses on the mole on his upper lip, and I feel the urge to lick it.
Do it, Bez orders me.
I suddenly tighten my grip on his thighs and urge Lori off me. He loses his balance and ends up on his side on the car seat, crying out his disappointment. I turn him on his stomach and lift his hips, then position myself behind him, near the curve of his ass. He pushes his face into the leather seat and brings his arms back, parting his cheeks with his hands, revealing that pink, cum-slicked, gaping place between. It's a filthy sight, and I’ve never felt more turned on in my life.
My cockhead pushes against the soft, dripping entrance and slides inside, so fucking beautifully. The puckered ring surrenders to the pressure and stretches around me until I’m fully sheathed again.
Nothing in the world has ever felt this good. Looked this good. Been this good.
Lori lets out a soft, pained little whimper, and all I can think about is how to induce that sound again. A roll of my hips and a hard thrust, and there it is again slipping from his lips. Roll, thrust, whimper. Roll, thrust, whimper. My balls are full and heavy again, and I haven’t even given him a proper fuck.
I quickly slide off my vest and shirt, and then, gripping his waist, I start pounding into him.
“Gabe! God, yessss. Take me. Use me. Ahhhh. Give me that big, long cock. Fuck my ass,” he cries, bucking his hips back toward me, falling in perfect sync with me.
