Page 69 of Away Game
“That’s right, spread for me. Give me access to all that is you.” One hand moved up my torso, and the other wrapped around my straining erection.
“You’ve got me,” I moaned out when he gripped my tip and tugged. I heard the sound of the nightstand drawer open and the cap on the lube snap open. Cool liquid poured down the crack of my ass before West ran his fingers through the wetness and used it to coat his fingers. His other hand wrapped around my cock, slick and warm, and started to stroke.
“Give me that ass.” He bit the shell of my ear at his order.
Tilting my ass up to give him access, two of West’s fingers probed and slipped inside. Slowly at first, and then they started to pick up speed. My breath picked up each time he hit my prostate until I was panting and ready to beg for his cock in my ass when his fingers retreated. For a brief moment, I thought he’d changed his mind about drawing this out. It wasn’t like we couldn’t go for a round or two or three. We had all night. We could sleep once our guests left and then start all over again.
When West ran the tip of his thick cock between my ass cheeks, a thrill shot through me. Kissing between my shoulder blades and up the nape of my neck, West pressed at my opening. His hand left my aching shaft and skated up to wrap around my chest, hugging his front to my back.
Letting out a deep breath, I felt my body relax and kept my mind on the feel of West’s hard body against mine as he sunk into me inch by glorious inch.
Even though West said it would be hard and fast, he kept every inch possible between us connected as he pistoned inside of me while placing kisses along my shoulders, neck, and face.
Without being able to use my hands and not being able to see, I was all feeling. Each slap of his balls against my ass, each stroke against my prostate, each brush of his chest to my back had me climbing higher and higher.
Arching back into him, I was desperate to touch him, but I also loved the thrill of being at his mercy. “I’m so close.”
“Me too, but don’t come until I tell you.”
West’s hand pumped me faster, bringing me closer to the edge, making it nearly impossible to hold back.
“I can’t hold—”
“Come for me,” he groaned, biting down on my ear and sending me soaring. Our bodies jerked and shuddered as we released simultaneously.
Resting against my back, West lazily ran his hands up my chest, down my abs, and back up again before he untied my hands. I turned and tackled him to the bed, pinning him with my body, and nuzzled into his neck.
Strong arms wrapped around me and kept me where I lay. Back in high school, or even when I first started going to Willow Bay, I never would have imagined this was where I’d be. To have West forgive me for being the biggest asshole and tormentor still astonishes me, and for my friends and their families to all accept me has made me stronger than I ever thought possible. To be an advocate to anyone who was like me when I couldn’t accept myself fills me with pride.
“Thank you,” I kissed the dip between his neck and shoulder and tightened my hold on West.
“For what, the best sex of your life?” I could feel the silent laughter, and while he was right, West did give me what I wanted and needed—he gave me so much more.
“Because of you, I now have everything I’ve ever wanted.”