Page 2 of This Time Around

He chuckled like it was funny that he frightened me, or maybe it was nervous laughter. Either way, it only made me angrier, and I launched myself at him.

Instead of hitting him with my fists, I used my lips as weapons. Andy was startled at first, but then his mouth softened, and his tongue dueled for dominance with mine. I couldn’t seem to stop my hands from roaming all over his broad back, scratching Andy’s skin through his thin T-shirt with my nails and yanking his hair while flames of lust lit me up from the inside out. Andy’s hands weren’t exactly idle either. They mostly mirrored my actions until he firmly gripped my ass with both hands and kneaded the flesh he’d loved so much.

If ever there was a time to call a halt to the madness, it was then. I knew that we were seconds away from fucking in a dark alley, and just couldn’t bring myself to care. Where had the anger and mistrust gone? It fled as soon as I felt Andy’s lips against mine and his arms around me. It was like no time had lapsed at all, and we picked up right where we had left off. It was wrong, and I’d kick myself for it later, but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself. Andy’s head wasn’t any clearer than mine. Lust was the only thing driving our actions.

The last glimmer of doubt faded when Andy slid his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans to tease the crack of my ass with a long, skilled finger. This man had the hands of a musician, and he played me like a piano, making me rip my mouth from his so I could sing out for more. And he delivered.

Andy spun me around to face the brick wall of the building. The rough brick scratched the palms of my hands when Andy placed them up by my head.

“Keep your hands there,” he demanded hotly as he unfastened my jeans and yanked them down with my underwear to my knees. A thrilling shiver worked its way down my spine because this dominant side of him was new.

“Are you going to frisk me?” I asked. “Steal my wallet?”

“I see that mouth of yours hasn’t changed a bit, Milo. Maybe you need something to keep it busy.”

God, yes!I loved sucking cock, so that wasn’t much of a threat.I heard Andy tear open a packet then felt a cool, lubed finger pressing against my pucker.

“Gah,” I said when he eased one, probing digit past the tight ring of muscles. I hadn’t exactly lived a chaste life since he left town, but it had been a while since I’d had sex. I wasn’t about to let Andy know just how eager I was for him to fuck my face. “Busy how?” I prompted. “I use my mouth for many important things. Maybe a… Fuck yes!” I shouted when Andy pegged my prostate.

“I was thinking my cock,” Andy growled in my ear. “That mouth of yours always felt so good, but this ass though…” Andy nipped the shell of my ear, making me yelp. “It’s even tighter than I remember.”

“Stop talking and fuck me already,” I groaned when a second finger joined the first. “I’m no delicate flower, Andy.”

He chuckled again. “No one would ever accuse you of that. A filthy fuck in the alley is hotter than hell, but causing you pain by ramming my big dick in your tight ass isn’t what either of us wants. I need you relaxed and wet.”

“I’m going to come,” I warned, sounding desperate. I wanted to come around his cock, not his fingers. “Fuck me now, Andy.”

He pulled his fingers from my ass then I heard the beautiful sounds of him ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth.Now we were getting somewhere.

My hole felt empty, needy, and deprived. It wanted to be stretched, filled, and mastered. I felt the tip of his cock right where I wanted it, but Andy made no move to push inside me. “Hurry,” I urged.

“Just let me add a bit more lube and—” Andy’s words became a strangled gasp when I pushed my ass hard against him, impaling myself on his cock.

“Yessss,” I hissed between my teeth.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Andy said followed by, “Damn you, Milo.” He angrily snapped his hips forward, burying his dick deep inside me. “Stay still a fucking minute,” Andy demanded, gripping my hips to prevent me from grinding on his cock.

“I like it dirty and rough, Andy.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about, Milo. I don’t want to come already. Kiss me.”

“No.” Kissing was too intimate, and I wanted to hang on to my anger and sanity.

“Come on, Milo,” Andy goaded. “Afraid you won’t be able to resist me if you do?”

“So damn sure of yourself,” I groused. I was never one to back away from a challenge.

Leaving one hand pressed against the wall, I reached behind me to grip Andy’s hair with the other then turned my head and kissed him with twelve years’ worth of frustration. After he gathered himself, Andy pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside me. The slow drag over my nerve-laden hole was so delicious that it made me shiver with need. I held my breath while waiting for Andy to fill me once more then gasped into his mouth when he punched his hips forward, slamming his pelvis against my ass and driving me up on my tiptoes.Yes!

Andy’s soft, languid kisses were a contrast to his hard, furious thrusts. He captured my cries as pleasure built inside me. I couldn’t take it any longer; I needed to come. I untangled my fingers from his hair and started to reach for my cock, intending to jerk myself off while Andy continued to hammer my prostate.

Andy shoved my hand aside and gripped my cock with his big, calloused hand. The friction was out of this fucking world, and I spurted all over the brick wall after only a few tugs. Andy grunted and filled the condom deep inside me, never pulling his lips away from mine until I collapsed against the brick in exhaustion. If his dick wasn’t still in my ass, I probably would’ve dropped to my knees. It helped that Andy leaned the bulk of his weight against me too.

The emotional and physical turmoil of what I had done caught up to me. I was on the verge of tears, and there was no fucking way I’d let Andy see me vulnerable like that. I swallowed hard to clear all emotion from my voice and icily said, “Kindly remove your dick from my ass.”

“Milo,” Andy groaned, sensing that the brief truce our hard fucking created was over. I felt his reluctance to pull out, but he did it anyway.

When he turned to discard the condom in the dumpster, I made a beeline for my car. I heard Andy’s frustrated sigh when he saw that I was bailing on him, but he didn’t call after me. Maybe he wisely knew I needed some space to accept his presence in my life again, or maybe he simply wanted to regroup for the next battle.