Page 92 of Try Me

“Like hell.” The words came out strained as he threw his head back and slammed down on my fingers.

“We’ll see.” I grunted and pulled free, smearing the lube that remained on my fingertips over Mark’s ass. “Sit on it before I lose my fucking mind.”

We both moaned as he eased down onto my cock, my hands spreading him wide while he gripped my base and squeezed, guiding me inside.

“Oh shit, oh shit, Chet. It’s not gonna—”

“Shh. It will.” I maneuvered around until I was sitting upright, my back against the bed. More leverage that way when I gripped Mark’s flanks and coasted him up and down in shallow thrusts.

“God, I want you so bad. I missed you so much.” Mark looped his arms around my neck and spread his thighs wider, gorgeous quads tensing every time I thrust inside him. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, breath coming fast and damp on my chest. “Feel good?” he whispered.

“Best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” And that was the truth. His body was perfect, sweat slick and cut, soft in all the right places, hard in even better ones.Hewas perfect, and every flutter and twitch around my dick sent waves of electric pleasure coursing through me.

It gathered steam in my balls, rippled unremittingly up my spine, and within minutes Mark found his rhythm and took over, mouth moving on mine as he drove hard up and down the length of my cock.

I sucked on his lower lip, nipped his chin and earlobes, and licked every inch of skin that fell in my path. “Are you mine, Farrow?” I growled, possessive and feral. He cried out as I speared into him brutishly. “Say it,” I demanded.

“I am.Shit. I’m so fucking yours. Goddamn.” I fisted his cock and he keened again. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

And he did, all the fuck over my hand in hot, thick spurts that made his ass clench around me and a shudder race violently through his body.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmured into his throat. I gripped the firm meat of his asscheeks hard, plowing him in deep, punishing strokes that caught the tail end of his orgasm and ignited my own.

I had to admire his commitment; Mark kept riding me as I fell apart like he meant to drive the pleasure as deep into my body as possible before dragging it out of me in a climactic roar.

When he crumpled against me, chest heaving, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight through the twitchy aftershocks of my orgasm.

I was totally wrecked. My cock softened inside him and still we didn’t move.

Mark brushed his hand over me, fingertips caressing my skin in lazy circles, stroking the side of my neck, my jaw, my cheek, while the rest of him remained completely immobile.

I stroked his back and down the crack of his ass to the slippery spot where we were still joined. He squeezed, drawing one more shivery moan out of me as my cock slid free. Then he flopped backward on the floor.

“Good talk,” I said drolly as I eased down next to him.

“Agreed. I think that about sorts everything, right?” He flashed me a tired smile and reached a hand out, fumbling it on the dresser. The overhead fan started whirring, and we both let out a contented sigh at the same time, then laughed.

“We’re fucked,” Mark said a second later.

“Completely,” I agreed.

“You’re definitely more fucked than me.”

“Hard to say.” In a couple of years, I could probably get back on track. Losing an inheritance was something else entirely. “We could be careful.”

“We’ve already been over this.” Mark snorted, then dismissed the idea with a soft curse. “I mean, we could try, but I’m sure my dad will be watching me like a hawk now. Maybe you, too. I swear he knows goddamn everyone in this town.”

“I don’t really want to sneak around anyway.”

Mark fell silent, and I figured the weight of what he was giving up was finally sinking in. He rolled on top of me. “I don’t know what the answer is, but this is where we are right now. Do you want to leave?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Do you want me to?”

He laughed. “I just told you I loved you and rode your dick. I don’t want you to leave, I want to do it all over again. And maybe one more time after that.”

“You have that kind of refractory period?”

He grinned. “Find out.”