Page 17 of His First Deep Snow
Lance’s cock was a spark, and it was setting Reece’s body alight.
“Take your time,” Lance said against Reece’s lips. “Take it as slow as you need.”
The strain in his voice was obvious. It made Reece want to slow down and drag this out. But his thighs weren’t up to the challenge. They weren’t used to holding a pose like this. His squats at the gym had neglected these muscles. They burned with effort until-
Reece grunted, his legs giving out from under him, spearing himself on the last inches of Lance’s cock.
“Or not,” Lance laughed quietly. “Just take all of my cock in one go. You that hungry for it, Babe?”
“Shut up,” Reece said between breaths.
Lance took two big handfuls of Reece’s ass, kneading them like he had before.
The absence of Lance’s hand on his neck almost made Reece ask for it back.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass. Going to pound it so hard. Fits perfectly in my hands.”
Lance encouraged Reece to ride him, using his firm grip on Reece’s ass.
It made Reece realize something.
In this context, Lance was right about Reece’s ass.
It felt… good!? Having Lance use Reece’s ass as handles to grip and control Reece’s movements.
Reece’s thighs still burned, but it was worth it. To rise up a few inches and then release and be filled was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
He could get addicted to this.
“We left my followers hard and waiting. We gonna give them what they want?”
“I want to see it too,” Reece said, still riding Lance’s cock, unable to stop himself now that he’d started.
“Yeah you do.”
Lance slapped Reece’s ass, and then they both froze.
“Dude,” Reece hissed, his ass stinging.
They stayed there, listening intently for anyone coming to investigate.
Was Lance’s cock pulsing? They could do that? Did that mean Lance was turned on by the threat of being caught?
Not that Reece was in any position to judge. His dick was leaving a wet spot on Lance’s shirt.
Nothing. They were still in the clear. Good. Reece didn’t know how he’d explain himself to someone like Brooks.
“Gotta be quiet,” Lance said, as if he wasn’t the reason for all the noise. “Hands and knees.”
“How?”
Reece was in no position to move! His pants were tangled around his ankles, and his knees were around Lance’s waist. How was he supposed to get up?
“Oh. Right.”
Fingers digging into Reece’s ass, Lance helped Reece off his dick.
They both let out twin sighs of disappointment when Lance slid out of Reece’s ass.
