Page 117 of Heartstring

“I learned from the best.”

He turns me around again, but instead of waiting for his next move, I go down on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. He cries out in pleasure. His hands settle on my head, pulling my hair tight.

It hurts a little, but it only spurs me on to keep going.

“This…fuck, Mik…this is an old house.”

I take him as far down my throat as possible, tugging his balls with one hand and seeking his hole with the other.

“Water…the water is going to run cold in a—Christ. Fuck!”

My finger seeks entrance into his tight heat, but it’s barely in when, without any warning, he comes in my mouth. I swallow every drop before I get on my feet to kiss him.

“Feel how good you taste, baby.” He melts into me in his post-orgasmic bliss. With every pass of my tongue over his, the need to come becomes unbearable. “Need to be inside you.”

He steps out of the shower, turning the water off. Then he dries himself quickly before running the same towel over my body.

In the bedroom, he grabs the lube and lies on the bed, dragging me on top of him.

I rub my length against him, feeling his cock attempting a return.

Our breaths become one as we kiss and exchange nonsensical love declarations.

Ty squirts some lube on his hand and coats my hard dick, then he runs a little over his hole and presses my cockhead against the puckered flesh.

“Baby.”

“No prep, Mik. I need to feel you. I want to get up tomorrow and the next day and still feel you.”

Jesus. He’s going to be my death.

“I won’t hurt you, Ty.”

“I know. I know.”

With as much self-control as I can muster, I push through the tight ring of muscles until my dick is engulfed in his white-hot heat. He closes his eyes, and I look for signs of pain, but when he opens them again, there’s nothing but desire and need.

I pull back a little and push back in again.

And again, and then he’s pushing up to meet my thrusts.

The sound of skin on skin fills my ears.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Fuck me, Mik. Fuck me harder. I want your dick so far inside me we’ll need to send out a search party to get it back.”

My reply is a growl. “You’re mine, Ty. You’re fucking mine.”

“Then make me yours.”

His half-hard cock is now fully hard and trapped between us. With every pass of my cock over his prostate, Ty lets out a string of high-pitched moans.

“I’m so close, baby. Are you going to come again?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Come for me, Tyler.” I thrust into him hard and fast, trying to hold back my orgasm.