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“Quinn?” His voice sounded rough. Strained.
I realized he had lifted his hips, poised to take me, but I’d frozen while I was lost in my head. “Sorry, gorgeous.” Feeling around for the lube, I found it beside my thigh and coated my hand, smearing it over the condom before grabbing my dick by the base.
With my free hand, I dug my fingers into his hip and then urged him to shift back a bit.
“Just like that,” I told him. “Perfect. Now, slowly sit down. Breathe deep and let my cock open you up.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. His own gaze was far-off, foggy. Maybe a little lost. But he was still so fucking obedient as his trembling thighs began to release their tension and he began to drop down over me.
It took a second for the head of my cock to catch his rim, but when it did, he let out a heavy groan and bowed his head forward. A single shudder ran through him from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes, which were pressed against my calves.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Hnng.” He nodded almost frantically, and I could see how hard it was for him to take this slow.
“You’re doing so fucking well. God, look at you,” I murmured. I brushed my fingers through his hair, then down his cheek. Cupping his chin, I urged him to tilt his face up and watched as his eyes settled somewhere over my left shoulder. “Feels good?”
He nodded again.
Gripping his hips with both hands down, I helped him start to fuck himself down—tiny lifts, tiny falls as he took me centimeter by centimeter. When he had me halfway in, his eyes found mine, almost frantic.
“What if—what if…hnng.” He swallowed heavily, and I could feel his fingers twitching where he was gripping my shoulders like he was holding back his stims.
“Take your time. Breathe. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
We sat there like that for an eternity, the erotic agony of being nearly inside of him and my desperate cock wanting me to grip him and thrust home. But I wouldn’t be doing that. Not today.
Not ever, if the universe had her way, but that was neither here nor there.
A short forever passed before he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “What if I can’t take it all. It’s…god, it’s so much.”
I ducked my head until I found his gaze for a second. “Do you want me to help you?”
He looked like he wanted to cry with relief. “Yeah? Can you?”
“I will give you anything you want,” I promised him. I meant it only for this moment, but that was fine. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled his chest up against mine again, and this time, I pressed down on him as I lifted my hips.
It wasn’t an easy feat with my fuck-ass bum knee, but I managed it. He was tense but loosened by his desire, and mycock was thick but not impossibly huge. With the slick lube and the heat of our bodies, after a short moment, he slipped down and landed hard on my thighs, his ass slapping my thighs loudly.
The noise he made was raw—feral. Damn near hysterical, but he buried most of it against the side of my neck. I held him even closer as he began to move his hips in experimental circles, rising and falling just a little, then a bit more.
“Take it,” I whispered. “God, take it. You’re so good at this, Ferris. You’re so perfect.”
He sobbed a little, his teeth scraping against my tendon, lips closing over my skin, sucking a mark that would last for days. “Yeah. Yes. Yes. Can you—I need it harder. I think I need it harder.”
“I can’t,” I said, hating those two words more than I’d ever hated anything in my life. Fuck my body. Fuck my fucking leg. Fuck not being able to do what he wanted. “I’m sorry, gorgeous.”
“No, I…can I—” He stopped and pulled back. “Can I fuck your cock harder?”
My head spun. I gripped his waist tighter and thrust upward as fast and hard as I could manage as I slammed him down on me.
His eyes rolled back a little, and he nodded again. “Yeah. Yes. Like that.”
I did it again—then again. He matched me, and we found a rhythm that had him grunting and bouncing on me, taking every single inch of me as deep as he could go. His cock was fat and thick, leaking a stream of precome down his shaft, but I wasn’t ready to touch it yet.
I was so fucking close, but I wanted another minute. I wanted this to last.
I wanted to lie here and watch him lose his mind as he rode my dick all night.
“You’re such a pretty little mess.” The words slipped out, and he looked at me, his lush lips parted, his dark eyes fixed on mine with both wonder and uncertainty.
