Page 52 of Lucky Boys
“Not yet, Wes. Need to open you up. Make you ready for me.”
He had nothing to say to that. In fact, it didn’t seem like he had anything to say at all. At some point, his hand had snaked between his body and pillow and he was jerking himself off.
“Don’t come, Wes. You only get to come on my cock.”
“Then you better hurry the fuck up and give it to me.”
I laughed and bit at his shoulder. “Who knew you turned into a brat when you were horny.”
Wes cursed me out as I pulled myself up to kneeling and pulled my fingers out. Then he keened.
I couldn’t move fast enough now. I quickly poured some more lube on my cock and gave it a few pumps. I was already rock fucking hard, so I wasted little time getting in position. I palmed one cheek with my hand while I used the other to line my cock up with his hole, and pushed inside.
It was slow going. Even with the prep and the slick, Wes was fucking tight. He clearly hadn’t even had a toy in here in ages. Even though I exclusively topped, I was pretty sure I had more anal play experience than Wes. Skye loved playing with my hole while he sucked me off.
“Shh, love. Relax. It’s me. You’ve been waiting for this. Saving yourself for this moment. It’s time to open up and let it happen.”
Wes mumbled something into his arm that I couldn’t make out. I held his hips steady, my eyes on his straining back muscles as I slowly fucked myself in.
Tiny thrusts at first, just trying to open him more and more. Eventually, Wes got impatient and started to meet me, and finally I was fully seated.
“So fucking tight, Wes. You’re going to be feeling me for a while.”
“Good. Fuck me, Luca. Make this last until I see you again.”
God damn. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, Wes.”
He turned his head so he could look at me. “You know I never do.”
That was it. Control gone. I pulled halfway out and then slammed back in. Then again. And again. It wasn’t enough. It never would be.
My hand wrapped around Wes’s throat and I pulled him back, his arms scrambling to push him back into this new position. I kept my grip on his throat but didn’t squeeze, as I started to fuck into him again. Deep, hard thrusts that dragged along his prostate. Wes couldn’t do anything but hold onto my arm with one hand while the other fisted his cock, jerking himself off fast and rough, with a desperation I never saw in him before.
His back was arched painfully back in a way he’d feel tomorrow, but he didn’t complain, and I was too far gone to move him. “Wes. Fuck. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“Love you too, Luca. Always have.”
Tears sprung to my eyes. Suddenly, I needed more of him. I pushed his hand away and took his dick in my own.
“Need you to come with me, Wes. Suck my cock dry while you shoot your load. Let me fill you up.”
“Yes. Do it, Luca. I wanna feel you. I want your cum dripping from me. Tomorrow, when you leave, I want everyone else to know we finally claimed each other. I want them to smell you on me.”
“Fucking hell, Wes. Who knew you were so fucking filthy. I don’t remember that mouth on you when we were kids.”
Wes laughed darkly and pushed back into my thrust. “A lot changes in 20 years, babe. I learned a thing or two.”
“I’ll fucking say.” The sensations were building inside me, and I knew it wouldn’t be long till my orgasm hit.
“C’mon, Wes. Come with me. Come on my cock.”
Wes groaned as I picked up the pace, both with my hand and my thrusts. Wes’s nails dug into my arms, probably drawing blood. I fucking hoped so. I wanted his marks on me. A way to remind myself this was real after I was gone.
My fingers tightened around his throat, taking his breath. Wes stiffened in my grip, and then he was coming, his load shooting on my hand and his belly. His hole pulsed, squeezing the life out of me and bringing me over the edge.
My whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm while I finally claimed my man in every way possible.
I didn’t have the strength to kneel up anymore. My hand slid from Wes’s throat and my teeth latched onto his shoulder as I kind of slumped on top of him, and we both collapsed into the sheets. He was probably lying in a puddle of his own mess, but all he did was sigh happily.
