Page 41 of Fairy Cakes in Winter

When I almost knocked us both to our knees, he guided us a few feet to the sofa. He stripped and barked an order for me to do the same, lunging for me when we were both finally naked.

“Oh, God, you feel so good,” I moaned. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

No shame. None whatsoever.

Scott

I couldn’t remember the last time kissing a man had put me this close to the edge. In this case, it made sense. Theo’s complete lack of guile was a turn-on. He lay there spread open and begging for my cock. His blue eyes darkened and his nostrils flared as he lifted one leg over the sofa and planted his other foot on the floor as he stroked himself. Fuck, I wanted him…now.

I licked my left palm, sucked two fingers on my right, and took over jacking him as I pressed a single digit inside.

Theo squeezed his eyes shut briefly. “More.”

I finger-fucked him, rubbing my thick cock against his upper thigh. I couldn’t help it. I was too close to combustion already. When close tipped into the danger zone, I leaned sideways from my perch between his legs and opened the end-table drawer. I riffled through a hodgepodge of miscellaneous junk like measuring tape, matches, and playing cards, and finally came up with a bottle of lube and a condom.

Thank fuck.

I made quick work of the condom, added lube, set my sheathed cock at his hole, and pushed. And damn, it felt like sliding home. He fit me like a glove—hot, tight, and so perfect.

I rested my forehead on his for a beat to give him a chance to adjust.

“You okay?” I whispered.

Theo nodded. “Yes.”

I pulled all the way out and slid inside again. “Like that?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, that’s it. More.”

I gave him everything he asked for, and yes…more. Our moderate pace didn’t last long. We were too horny to take our time. This was about release. Immediate, glorious release.

I brushed my beard along his smooth jaw, then twirled my tongue around his, kissing him breathless while I rocked inside him. A little faster now.

And harder.

I loved the way he clung to me, chanting my name as he lifted his hips, arching to meet each thrust while he rubbed himself silly. I wanted a better angle. I needed that hand in motion. I pulled out and sat back on the sofa, and patted my knee.

“Hop on. Come ride me, baby.”

Theo licked his bee-stung lips and scrambled to obey, grasping my shoulders as he slid down my length. He didn’t stop moving. No kidding. He rode me like it was his job. His cock bounced between us till I curled my fingers around his base and tugged.

He cried out almost immediately and sputtered something incoherent before shooting his load all over my chest and his.

That was it for me too.

I grabbed his hips and held on tight, filling the condom as I shook like a leaf, bucking through a series of tremors that left me light-headed and weak.

I tipped my head against the sofa and pulled him close.

Theo gave a contented sigh. “I suppose there’s no point in denying we’re going to do this again.”

“Yes. Often.”

“Good,” he murmured.