Page 41 of Besties
“Yes. So much.”
“What’s my name, Max?”
“Richie.”
“Don’t you forget it. Promise me.”
“I could never forget you.”
“Damn straight.” He pushed gently, hesitantly, his thick cock popping into my hole. The prep work he’d done didn’t help a lot. My guy was easily the biggest I’d ever had. The look of concentration, the absolute focus, undid me. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from him. “And now you’re mine.”
A slow, steady pressure filled me as he continued to slide in. His eyes went wide as he fed each inch into me. When he sighed, I realized he was now fully buried in my ass.
“God… I never knew.”
When balls slapped against mine, I was stuffed, and it was incredible.
“Can I move? Please God, tell me I can.”
“Hell, yes. Fuck me.”
He withdrew and slammed home, forcing the air from my lungs. He repeated the movement. There was no style, no technique. Just claiming. Each thrust brought a grunt from him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body was slick with perspiration. I reached out and slid my hands over his chest, stopping at his nipples and squeezing each one between my thumb and forefinger.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m telling you, you really shouldn’t tease like that.”
I grinned. “You mean like this?” And I twisted, not enough to hurt, but to give it a sting.
He roared. “Holy fuck!” Grabbing my wrists, he pinned them over my head. “I warned you. Wrap your legs around me.”
His weight on me was the only thing that kept us on the bed. He slammed into me, harder, each punctuated with a snarl.
“You like this? Is this what you’ve been wanting?”
I understood then. This was twenty years of pent-up desire, fear, and anger, all rolled into one.
“Yes!”
The sofa rattled as he pumped into me. A split second had me wondering if it would survive, but then his pelvis rammed my ass and I just couldn’t care if it did or not. This was my Richie, claiming me as his.
“You’re mine. You gave yourself to me, and you can’t take that back. Do you understand me, Max? No one else will ever touch you again. There won’t be another Jesse, ever. And if that son of a bitch comes near you, I’ll kill him.”
His eyes were wild behind his glasses. He let go of my wrists, put one hand behind my head and lifted it up to bring our mouths together. This wasn’t just a kiss. It was a combination of teeth, tongue, and lips. Everything worked in tandem to bring me to new heights. His stomach had my cock pinned against my body, and the sweat and friction combined to bring me the most delicious tingling sensations.
Thrust.
“What’s my name?”
Withdraw.
“Richie.”
Slam.
“Richie!”
Fuck, even my wildest dream never prepared me for what the reality was. Richie fucked like a god. I wanted to ignore the tingle in my balls. I never wanted this feeling to end, but when Richie started grunting and his lips tightened into a thin line, I knew the inevitable was about to happen.
“I love you, Max. Always remember that.”
