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“Do you want me to fuck you until you come all over both of us?”

The quiet spoken man made me shiver as his voice deepened when he growled out the question, which caused precome to spill from me.

“Yes, fuck, yes. I want you inside me!”

The easy way he bent me in half boggled my mind, since I wasn’t all that limber. I kept in shape from all the movies where the director expected a muscular actor who needed to look good without a shirt on, but being bent in half to satisfy my partner was something I never thought to try.

He teased my pulsing hole by slapping the head of his leaking cock against it several times. His gaze lingered on the way his precome dripped onto my already wet entrance, and I sensed it like a physical stroke, causing a whimper to escape my throat.

Expression serious for a long moment, but that all changed when Ollie locked eyes with me and the side of his lips tilted in a smile, which stole my breath. But his next words almost pushed me off the edge.

“Connor, you are fucking magnificent. Beautiful both on the outside and in your heart. And I’m thrilled I’m able to share this moment with you.”

My throat rumbled in a groan as Ollie slid inside me with a deliberate pace. I throbbed around his cock and watched in fascination as he closed his eyes and cursed out a sharp retort, holding himself steady above me. His chest heaved withshort pants and he was chanting something under his breath, inaudible yet mesmerizing.

When his eyelids shot open and the ring of azure blue flashed at me, I realized I was in for the ride of my life.

Ollie reached for my wrists and directed my arms back above my head. His cock glided another few inches inside me and I panted as I waited to see what happened next.

My breath rushed out when, without warning, he thrust all the way inside me and this time not giving me time to adjust to his girth. A shout escaped when he canted his hips back before angling his cock to rub against my prostate.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

I flung my head back onto the pillow as I dug my heels into Ollie’s back, lifting my hips up to meet his, shivering as pure carnal need throbbed through me. Ollie making love to me was a novel experience for me, even with my encounters with the older, more seasoned men who were dominate tops. While their commands did nothing for me, Ollie’s every move from tightening his hold over my wrists to cupping my ass with his other hand, brushing his pinkie along my stretched hole, sending sparks of pure light through me, sent me to another plane of salacious delight.

When he dropped to nibble on my neck and collarbone, I clutched at him as though he might disappear if I wasn’t grounding him to me. Words babbled out of my throat, nothing making sense in the heat of the moment, but somehow conveying what I needed.

To be fucked into the mattress. Used until Ollie came deep inside me, marking me as his. This wasn’t a temporary sensation because I realized when I asked him to be my boyfriend, I was already breaking my one rule of never getting involved.

The logical part of my brain recognized we could break up at any time and we didn’t owe each other anything more thana chance for our relationship to become more. But I’d already done what I believed I couldn’t; commit to one person.

Restlessness and a drive to be the best at whatever I set my mind to came from early in my childhood. I was off to do and see the next best thing, my attention incapable of being snagged by one place or on one person. The striving to see and do all, at my pace, without ties to limit my desires.

That itch to meet new people and experience new things has now turned out to be something I wanted to share with Ollie. My ambitions haven’t changed, but they included the man who already held a piece of my heart.

As Ollie’s lips scorched me in a kiss so hot it sent sparks up and down my spine, a familiar tingle of my release tightened my balls and made me clutch Ollie tighter.

“Fuck! I’m going to come soon, beautiful.”

His hand wrapped around my dick and he stroked me with each thrust of his, the sensations becoming overwhelming. Without warning, my dick pulsed with a stream of come, locking up my body and taking me by complete surprise. The intensity of the release stole what little breath I had left, and I watched in awe as the first rope landed on my chest.

“Yes! Squeeze my cock. So good.”

“Oh, hell!”

His encouragement, something I never thought I’d enjoy, caused my body to seize, holding him inside me. My entire body trembled as several more ropes shot out of me, but my panted answer became moans of delight when Ollie’s thick cock swelled inside me.

“Are you sure?—”

“Mark me,cariño mío!”

Ollie’s mouth slammed down on mine as the pulse of his cock spilled scorching come inside me, leaving me sobbing into hismouth as I clutched at him, keeping him close and experiencing each throb of his pleasure pouring inside me.

While my body tingled in the pleasant aftermath of the best sex I’ve ever experienced, my eyes closed and I listened to Ollie’s harsh breathing. His warmth moved off me a few minutes later, but I still throbbed from my intense orgasm, leaving me unable to move. I lay there recovering with only a small whimper of protest escaping my throat at his disappearance.

As I woke to a soft washcloth wiping away the evidence of our lovemaking, a sigh of contentment slipped out when Ollie covered us both with the comforter and slid in next to me, cuddling his head on my shoulder. Overwhelmed, yet relaxed, I pulled him close, kissing his forehead, and found my voice a few minutes later.

“Are you okay?”