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“You, me, and our friends Lube and Condom.”
Ripley chuckled.
He kneaded Fen’s backside, and when he drew his lube-covered finger down the crease of his arse, Fen groaned.
“Slow and gentle enough?” Ripley whispered in his ear.
“You expect me to talk as well?”
“I suspect nothing would shut you up. I hope it doesn’t.”
Slowly and gently, Ripley’s finger found a way into Fen’s body. Fen was doing his best to relax but every time he thought he was about to melt into the mattress, Ripley would do something to make him moan. His legs were spread. Had he done that? Ripley was still kissing and fingering him and Fen wondered how long he could last without falling apart. When Ripley’s finger caressed his prostate, Fen gasped.
One finger turned to two and Fen’s heart pounded. He slipped his hand under his body and squeezed the base of his cock.I do not want to come yet!But the relentless pressure and rhythm were driving him towards release.
When he managed to open his eyes, he saw Ripley roll on a condom, and Fen bit his lip. Ripley pulled Fen onto his knees, and pressed his cock against the entrance to Fen’s body.
He could feel Ripley breathing heavily at his back. “I’m not sure I’ll fit.”
That made Fen laugh, then suck in a breath as Ripley slid a little way into him.
“Oh, yes I do,” Ripley whispered. “What a relief.”
“In one smooth move. Lovely.” Fen smiled into the pillow. “Not much bigger than your finger. Pinkie finger at that.”
“You little…”
Ripley pushed in further but this time shoved Fen up the bed. He pulled out slowly, then drove back harder, and each time he did, Fen’s moans grew louder.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” Fen gasped.
Ripley pulled Fen onto his side and pressed his hand on Fen’s hip to hold him in place. Fen was zoned out, caught up in pleasure so intense as Ripley’s cock hit the perfect place with each forceful drive, he felt as if he was in another world. Ripley’s hand wrapped over Fen’s where he held his cock, then he brought Fen off in the same rhythm as he was fucking him and Fen could hardly believe how perfect it felt. Why hadn’t it felt this good before?
It wasn’t long before the need to come shot from urgent to desperate. Fen had his head back, his neck stretched out with Ripley’s face pressed into the crook of his shoulder.
“Close,” Ripley gasped.
There!Fen exploded into both their hands, each pulse wrenching a cry from his throat. A second later, Ripley was coming too, clutching Fen tightly, still slowly moving in and out of his body.
When the world steadied, they lay pressed together, muscles shivering, sticky fingers still entwined.
“Christ,” Ripley said with a sigh.
“Wow.”
“That was…”
“It was.”
Fen was dimly aware of Ripley cleaning him up. He briefly considered getting up to clean his teeth, then fell asleep.
Something had changed between them. Ripley felt it. Changed in a good way, so that was all right, though there was a little niggle of concern Fen might… Might what? Enjoy this too much? Come to think it would lead to a happy ever after? Want more than Ripley was prepared to give?
It was just sex. Hot sex, but just sex. Yes, money was involved but even so… there had been no pretence. Fen hadn’t faked his pleasure. That was the good thing—no, the great thing—Fen was into this as much as him.
If he hadn’t woken the next morning to find the bed empty, Ripley would have been keen on round two, but he could hear Fen clattering around downstairs and singing…a Christmas song, but Ripley couldn’t do much about that.
Fen came upstairs with a bacon sandwich.
