Page 149 of The Last One to Let You Down

He was full, his throbbing hole completely stuffed, and he frantically started slamming back on Cypress’s cock to get the friction he so desperately wanted. He pushed himself up, his hands grabbing at the side of the casket to get more leverage for his thrusts.

“Yes, good boy, come on, fuck yourself on that cock,” Cypress murmured heatedly, pushing Tom’s jacket and shirt up to stroke his back. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy like this… just takin’ what you want.”

Tom growled low in reply, glancing over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Cypress intently focused on where their bodies were intimately connected.

Cypress must have sensed Tom looking at him because he suddenly glanced up, their eyes meeting. He smiled and said, “My good boy.”

Hearing those words while looking into Cypress’s eyes made Tom’s chest feel too tight, and he thrust as hard as he could. He made himself cry out, quickly turning back to smother his moans in the pillow. He didn’t think he could keep this up for much longer, but he willed himself to keep going.

“My very, very good boy,” Cypress went on, his hands sliding down to take hold of Tom’s hips. He started fucking him, hard and fast, their bodies slapping together obscenely, and the force rocking the casket as Tom was pushed into it.

“Oh, oh, ohhh, God!” Tom wailed, unsure if the pillow was enough to drown out his screams of pleasure. He couldn’t stop, sobbing as Cypress fucked him mercilessly. It was skirting on painful, and each brutal thrust threatened to shove him off balance.

His entire upper body was now inside the casket, his legs dangling and his feet barely touching the floor. He moaned deliriously as Cypress pushed his legs apart, lifting his thighs to chase a more intense depth.

“Coming,” Cypress breathed in warning, grunting excitedly as he came. He slammed inside of Tom as hard as he could, driving his pulsing load deep. He rolled his hips and rubbed Tom’s back, groaning, “There you go, baby… there you go.”

Tom offered one last little whimper into the pillow before Cypress was pulling him out and helping him find his footing. He inhaled sharply when Cypress pulled out, and he could feel his come drip down his thigh. “Ah, fuck.”

“You were so good for me,” Cypress murmured, wrapping his arms around Tom and grabbing his cock. “Such a good boy… you wanna come, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, please, please!” Tom begged, his head falling back on Cypress’s shoulder. He reached up to stroke his hair, his beard, seeking out any point of contact as he thrust into his hand. “Please make me come!”

Cypress kissed Tom’s hair, jerking him off fast, urging, “Come on, baby. Come on. Get that fuckin’ nut.”

Gritting his teeth, Tom focused in on the hot throbbing of his hole and the slick friction of Cypress’s hand. All his muscles were winding up tight, the pressure about to blow, and there, fuck!

He was coming, watching in horror as his come splattered all over the side of the mahogany casket.

Tom couldn’t stop his orgasm, whimpering as Cypress kept stroking him and squeezing out every last drop of come he had to give. He grabbed his wrist to stop him, panting, “I’m good, fuck, I’m so good. Mmm.”

“Good,” Cypress said, finally letting go and flopping against Tom’s back. “Fuck, that was nice.”

Tom caught himself on the casket, nodding in agreement. “Mmm, yeah it was.” He glanced down and laughed. “Could have done without busting all over the very expensive casket.”

“I’ll clean it up,” Cypress promised, hugging him close.

“Mm, thought I was gonna do that?”

“Nah. I got you.”

“Best boyfriend ever,” Tom said with a dreamy sigh.

Cypress laughed and smothered the sound in a kiss on the back of Tom’s neck. “Mmm, I really couldn’t wait for you to come home.”

“So, it’s your fault I came all over the casket that costs more than I make in like three months?”

“Partially,” Cypress mused. “It’s also your fault for looking too damn good in a suit.”

“Duly noted.”

“I suppose I should let you up so you can go finish your service?”

“Probably.” Tom grinned. “Then again, we could hang out here for a few more minutes.”

“Could we?” Cypress chuckled. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, we gotta fix the casket, and you’ve built up this sort of ritual after we do stuff like this.”

“Oh?”

“You know. Always taking care of me and getting me all cleaned up. Making sure I’m okay.” Tom turned his head to catch Cypress’s mouth in a sweet kiss. “Don’t wanna let me down now, do you?”

“Trust me, Tom. That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”