Page 21 of Husband of the Year
My hands pull his cheeks further apart, allowing me to plunge deeper, and I reach under to stroke his cock. He’s slick from lube and precum and I can’t wait to taste all of him. Olan pushes back, a subtle hint he’s ready for more. Focus, Marvin.
“I’m ready,” he says.
“Okay.” I move into position, placing my dick at his entrance, waiting, and he gently glides back, taking my entire shaft in. Balls to the wall. Yup, he’s more than ready.
I slowly begin fucking him, watching his perfect ass stretch around my cock as it slides in and out.
“Fuck, yes. Use my hole.” He moans a little and then adds, “Please.”
My lips curl into a smile at his marriage of crassness and politeness.
“You tell me if it’s too much or you need a break.”
“Will do. But right now, please pulverize me.”
And with that, I grasp his hips, my fingers digging in until I feel bone, and thrust myself inside. Plunging over and over, I find a rhythm, doing my best to match the seventies cadence coming from the speakers. Our bodies create their own percussion, slapping together as low grunts come from Olan’s lips.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Yes. So damn much.”
My thumb grazes the perimeter of his hole as I plunge inside, desperate to experience more of him.
“Does it feel good?”
“Amazing. Keep fucking me. Just like that.”
Continuing my pace, I glance down, watching my cock boning Olan. Desperate to make it more real, I slide a finger in, stretching his hole slightly. My skin delicately senses the point of our connection, and a yearning arises to experience it with my tongue as well—taste my cock inside him. I really should look into acrobatic classes.
“Can you come like this?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Yes, but, wait.” Olan stops and flops over onto his back, thrusting his feet in the air. “Like this.”
I move between his legs, bend over his torso, and kiss his chin. My mouth dances up to his lips, and I brush my tongue against his.
“I love you.” My voice, deeper than usual, reverberates against his chest and I close my eyes and sigh, grateful for another bond.
“Fuck me like you love me.”
My eyes spring open and Olan hurries to add, “Please.”
Lifting myself, I grab onto his ankles and plunge inside. Olan’s horny hole welcomes my return, and I immediately move a hand to his cock, already dribbling more precum.
Now, jerking Olan while fucking him isn’t easy. It’s akin to chewing gum while patting your head and rubbing your stomach. But to have him this way, both arms behind his head, eyes rolling back as he turns to bite at the pillow all because of me, it’s more than worth the effort.
“You like that?” I ask, crashing my dick inside him. He’s mostly still, but I can feel his cock thrusting into my grip, eager to come.
“I love it. Love you.” As he opens his mouth, I gently slide my index finger inside and he eagerly begins to suck. “Mmmh.”
Here’s what the guys on the hookup apps are missing. When you know your partner well, there is a deep and powerful intensity that emerges—including knowing their sexual tells. When Olan’s hips tremble, ever so slightly, sometimes he moves a hand to my back, pawing at my ass, but not tonight. There’s only the slight vibration of his hips, the parting of his lips, and his tongue just barely pokes out. He’s on the cliff, about to freefall.
“Come for me. Please.” My thumb teases his tip, stroking faster, fucking deeper, doing my best to give Olan the best possible orgasm.
He nods, the pillow trapped in his bite, and with a powerful thrust from me, his hole clenches around my cock as the first blast of cum covers his lean stomach.
“There we go,” I say. “I’m fucking the cum out of you.”
With a swift motion, I swipe at a drop nestled in the crevice of his abs, savoring the taste as I pop my index finger into my mouth.
