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“You didn’t leave me to speculate much at the bar. Starting to think if you overhype it, you won’t be able to live up to the expectation.”
He glares at me in that familiar cocky way he has. “I’m not scared your expectations will be too high. As you know, I love a challenge.”
He finishes pulling my shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder before unfastening my fly. It doesn’t take him long toget it loose, and then he yanks my pants down with my boxers, exposing my cock and ass. He guides me around, pushing me against the wall as his hands grip my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, there it is,” he says. “Those beautiful globes, just waiting for me to slide right between them, make them all mine.”
“Make them all yours.” NowIsound like the needy one.
I hear him working his fly, and I’m waiting impatiently before I feel his girth pushing up vertically between my cheeks. For a guy who hadn’t ever considered putting a dick in my ass, I’m surprised by how it feels like I need it. This is what Ty’s done to me, through this spark between us and then the steady probing and experimenting.
He kisses behind my ear, growling subtly before whispering, “Stay right here. Don’t move a muscle.”
I follow his instruction as Ty heads over to the nightstand and retrieves a condom and lube.
Fuck, this is really happening.
He returns to me, pumps lube onto his fingers, and massages them against my hole in that masterful way he has. I can tell he’s more confident than when he was first playing around back there. Now that he knows what he’s doing. What gets me worked up.
He steadily pushes in, teasing at that familiar spot, and when his finger’s right on it, he leans close to my ear. “There you are,” he says as I roll my head back.
“Look at me, Lance. I want to see how much you enjoy it.”
I obey, turning toward him. He studies my face as he continues hitting that spot, applying a subtle amount of pressure that makes me arch my back.
He hooks his free arm around me and leans in for a tongue-filled kiss.
When he pulls away, I say, “Please, Ty. I need it. Now.”
He snickers. “I love that you need it.”
He doesn’t torture me. Pulls out steadily, then tears the condom packet open with his teeth, once again reminding me of the fuckspert he is.
I know Dax is supposed to be a great lay, but I can’t imagine anyone else taking my ass other than Ty, the guy who showed me how good it could be from the start.
He readies the condom and generously pumps lube for me before lining himself up.
I shake for a moment, and Ty places his hand on my hip, rubbing gently, not rushing me. Taking his time as he rests his head against me.
“You ready to be my first bottom?”
I laugh. “You ready to be my first top?”
I glance over my shoulder, and there’s this excited look in his eyes, one I recognize from when he’s won a TaskFrat challenge. And I love the thought that my ass is some kind of prize to him.
He pushes in gently, nudging into me. I don’t know if it’s just how hot I am for him, everything he said he’d do to me, or the way he worked up my prostate already, but I push my ass back, welcoming more of him into me. Being bold with how quickly I take him. Maybe it’s my competitive streak taking over.
“Fuck,” Ty mutters, watching his cock push into me, and then he closes his eyes, rolling his head back. “Jesus Christ, you feel amazing, Lance.”
As he pushes farther, I take him, determined to get him to that spot—“Oh,” I call out, worrying for a second that I’m being too loud. Heat surges to my face as my nerves prickle in waves across my flesh.
Ty’s cock continues sliding back, massaging my prostate, the movement continuing to pool sensation through me, and I notice my cock getting wet with precum.
I’m surprised he’s still pushing in, until I feel his pelvis against my ass. His arms hook around me, and he kisses my neck.
“How’s that feel?” he whispers.
“Fucking amazing.”