Page 46 of The Last Person

His rumbling moans echo around the room, and I have to quickly stroke myself to keep the edge off.

As hot as it was seeing Brian come so easily, I don’t want to be in that place. I want to fill his ass, spill inside him, and mark him with my cum.

“Your greedy ass needs more,” I whisper, adding a third finger.

“No, it needs your cock. Fuck me, Ryan.”

Those words go straight to my head. And my dick.

But I hold on to enough sanity to ask, “Are we using a condom?”

“Had my physical the same time you did, and I’m all clear.” Vulnerability shines in his eyes as they meet mine.

“Mine was all clear too. And I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Then get the fuck inside me. Please.”

Squirting some lube onto my cock, I pull my fingers out.

He groans at the emptiness, but I smile, loving the neediness in his eyes.

“Be patient, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

“Please,” he whispers, and it’s so strangled and pained, I almost lose control.

“Trust me.” I line my cock up at his entrance, and he opens his legs wider for me.

The second my tip is pressed to his hole, he bears down against me, and I slip inside him. The warmth of him surrounding me sends tingles of pleasure up my spine.

He takes me so easily, I’m fully seated inside him a minute later, and I have to take a breath to calm myself down. I came so quickly the last time, and I want to enjoy this. I want him to enjoy this.

Lifting his thick thighs, I move in closer, pressing deeper inside him as I angle my hips.

His guttural moans tell me I’ve found the right spot.

“Fuck me,” he rasps.

Gripping his thighs tightly, I pull most of the way out and thrust back in.

His head drops back and he cries out, his moans filling the room.

This is it. This is really happening. I’m fucking Brian. I’m responsible for his pleasure. I’m the man who’s going to make him come. And if I have it my way, I’m the only person who will ever make him come again. For the rest of his life, it’ll be my name he’s screaming. In every position. Anywhere I can take him.

“Yes…” His raspy whine is almost too much.

I pause for a second, and his gaze flits to mine.

“What is it?”

“Will you ride me?”

He groans again. “Fuck yes.”

I can’t wait until I get to ride his cock, but for now, I’ll gladly settle for the fantasy of him riding mine.

Once I’m on my back, his large frame centers over me, and he strokes himself as he lowers onto my cock.

I fist the sheets as I moan. I don’t know who’s in control anymore, only that I’m obsessed.