Page 75 of Hearts on Ice
He nodded, jaw clenched, eyes wild. "Just... do it. I need it, Miguel, need your fingers in my hole."
I circled his hole first, teased the puckered ring, watching it flutter under my touch. "So fucking tight, this ass. Never been touched like this, huh? It’s gonna feel amazing." Then I pressed one finger in slowly, the heat enveloping me, his walls gripping like a vise. He tensed, breath catching sharply, a whine escaping, but I distracted him with strokes on his cock, slow and firm, murmuring filthy praises. "Relax, baby. Gonna open this hole up nice and wide for my dick. Feel that? That's just the start." Inchby inch, I worked him, added a second finger, scissoring gently, the squelch of lotion loud in the room.
He writhed, curses spilling from him. "Shit, Miguel, that's…" He shattered as I crooked my fingers, brushing the bundle of nerves, rubbing it relentlessly. His eyes went wide, his body jolted like I'd shocked him, his hole clenching around my digits. "What the hell was that? Do it again!"
I grinned, kissing his inner thigh, nipping the skin. "It’s your prostate, papi. Feels like heaven, right?” I continued when he nodded wordlessly. “Imagine my cock hitting it, pounding until you come hands-free. Dios mío, you're clenching so hard already." I added a third finger, stretching him wider, thrusting in and out, curling to massage that gland while my thumb pressed his taint. He was a mess now, sweat-slicked, ass clenching and releasing, rocking back onto my hand like an animal in heat, his dick drooling pre-cum onto his abs.
"Miguel, please… please," he begged, his voice wrecked. He was desperate, needy.
I wanted inside him, but I wanted him filthier, messier first. I finger-fucked him harder, the bed shaking, his moans turning to cries as I muttered under my breath, "This hole is begging for it. More, take more!"
When I got his hole loose enough, winking and slick, I knelt between his spread legs, rolled on a condom with shaking hands, and slicked my cock with lotion until it glistened, veins bulging.
His gaze dropped to my dick, apprehension mixing with raw hunger, his own shaft twitching.
"You're sure, papi?” I teased. “This cock's gonna split you open."
"Yes… yes… yes, I’m sure."
I lined up the head nudging his entrance, pushing past the ring with a pop that made us both groan.
I pushed in slowly, the resistance giving in a way that had him cursing."Shit, it's big!"
I froze and began to slowly, regretfully pull out.
“What the fuck, Miguel? What are you doing?”
His hand shot out, gripping my forearm tightly, stopping me from pulling back more than an inch.
“You said—”
“I know,” he whispered, voice tight. “I just need a couple minutes to adjust. Don’t pull out unless I tell you.”
A shaky laugh left me as I sagged over him. “Thank God.”
I teased his hole, making shallow thrusts until it stretched around me, hot and velvet-tight. Halfway in, I paused, letting him adjust. My hands stroked his thighs, spreading him wider.
"Breathe, Drew. Your hole's taking me so good, gripping like it wants to milk my cum."
He did, his muscles relaxing inch by inch, and I sank deeper, bottoming out with a shared gasp, my balls pressed to his ass. I was buried in him, my coach, this unbreakable man, and I could feel him pulse around my cock, his walls fluttering.
My thrusts were shallow, a bit off-rhythm at first as I fought not to blow too soon. But it was beautiful, the way his hands clutched the sheets, eyes meeting mine with raw trust, his dick trapped between us, leaking steadily.
Then I started moving in earnest, pulling out to the head and slamming back, building to a steady rhythm that had the headboard thumping.
"So fucking tight, Drew. Your ass is sucking my cock in." Dirty talk spilled out, my humor twisting into heat, voice gravelly. "Gonna fuck you harder, make you come all over yourself, cum shooting from that fat dick." Each thrust bottomed out, my cock dragging over his prostate, making him yelp and arch, his hole spasming.
He moaned, his legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper, urging me on. The bed creaked like it might break, our bodies slapping together wetly, skin on skin, lotion and sweat making obscene sounds.
"God, Miguel… oh God!"
I hit that spot again and again, relentlessly, and he arched off the bed, a broken "Yes, right there, fuck!" tearing from his throat. He unraveled completely, his face flushed, his lips kiss-swollen. That poker face of his cracked just enough for me to see the want underneath. His cock bounced with every thrust, pre-cum pooling on his stomach. "Right there, don't stop!"
I didn't stop and I didn’t hold back. My thrusts turned punishing, my hips snapped forward like pistons, balls slapping his ass with wet smacks, the room filled with grunts and the squelch of my dick plowing his stretched hole. One hand wrapped around his cock, jerking rough and fast, slick with his pre-cum, the other pinning his hip to the mattress, bruising it.
He shattered first, his hole clamping down like a vise on my cock, milking me as he came with a roar, "God, I'm coming!", ribbons of thick, white cum spilling on his abs, chest, evenhitting his chin, his body convulsing in waves. The sight, him coming undone, ass pulsing around me, cum everywhere, pushed me over the edge.
I buried deep one last time, groaning, "Fuck, take it! Dios mío, yes!" As I came, my cock jerked in the condom, flooding it with hot spurts. My vision blurred, my hips grinding to wring out every drop.
