Page 64 of Want Me

“But we don’t have to by any means. I can flip you over, pry those tight cheeks apart and—” I smothered his mouth with my hand and the rest came out muffled in a laugh.

“Right, yeah, I get that. It’s a hole. A really fucking tight, fucking…” I groaned and bit the rest of the sentence off as my cock gave another red-alert-level twitch inside him. “Can we talk about calculus for a minute or um, maybe you can tell me about the new project you were working on the other day? That skyscraper-looking thing?”

His lips rolled inward, amusement catching fire in his eyes. “All right.” He rubbed his thumb over my cheek and traced the shell of my ear. “For starters, it’s not a skyscraper, technically. Not enough floors for that. And I think I’ve made an error in the gravity load.” His brow wrinkled, and then he chuckled as a shiver ran across my shoulders at the wordload. Jesus, was nothing fucking safe? It wasn’t lost on me, either, that it was kind of hilarious how serious he looked spouting off the facts about this not-skyscraper while my dick was buried in his ass and throbbing so hot and hard I’d have been willing to put money on being able to blast a soda can off a stand. I couldn’t afford laughter, though. Laughter meant stomach muscles tightening, tugging on groin muscles, and that meant busting my nut.

Eric flicked his middle finger against the underside of my chin. “Pay attention. The base needs more support to bear the downward pressure and release—”

I groaned. “Okay, your nerdy talk is just as bad as your dirty talk. There’s some serious crossover effect happening.”

“Maybe you need a different kind of distraction.” Eric slid up my length slowly enough that ecstasy dragged across the surface of my cock instead of pummeling me forcefully. All the way off. He lifted one hand to brace against the window and kept on coming forward until his cock bumped my lips and his thumb parted them.

I sucked him down compliantly, eagerly, bracing up on one elbow, seizing his quad for balance with my other hand, then sliding it around to his ass. He hit the back of my throat with a groan, coating it with the salty tang of his precome, then hit it again, making me choke and sputter. His hand dropped briefly to my throat and then was gone, fire racing up my cock this time before I could truly understand what was about to happen. “Oh shit, that’s—”

Eric’s asscheeks ground into my pubes, my cock gave a heavy twitch deep inside him, and then he was lifting off again in a slow, steady withdrawal that carried him all the way back to my mouth, where I licked clumsily at his cock around groans for the bliss seesawing through me. Down onto my cock, then up to my mouth. Nice and easy. Filling and being filled.

I gave up trying to fight against my instincts. A deluge of pleasure flooded through me in all directions, too fucking widespread to send me careening off the cliff all at once, but doing a hell of a job at making the muscles of my core, thighs, and shoulders tremble. I think even a couple of my toes were twitching.

This, too, I could’ve done for hours, racked by the measured piston of his body, the thrust and retreat of his cock in my mouth somehow combining with the heat of his hole around my dick until I felt like little more than a pleasure receptor giving and receiving in a steady feedback loop of ecstasy. No higher thought processes, no name, no body, just waves of sensation moving through me at varying intensities.

“With me?” Eric’s whispered words moved across and into my gaping mouth, and I blinked open my eyes. Then blinked again to ground myself.

“Yeah, barely. Shit. Is there a land beyond orgasm, because I’m pretty sure I’m in it. It’s like I’m in this vortex of…I don’t even know.Eric.” God, was it possible for me to say his name more desperately? My fingers dug into his hips as he dipped his head low enough that I could stretch up and seize his mouth in a rough kiss that made my swollen lips thrum.

“Need something?”

“Yeah…no…oh God.” I needed to come so badly I didn’t even have the brainpower left to articulate it.

Tension limned Eric’s body, and the shudder that rolled through him became a shiver across his ass where I held him. He sucked in a thready breath, and I realized he was just barely holding back.

“Let go,” he murmured, then ground his ass hard against my base before drawing up to my tip and slamming down again. The sedate pleasure haze I’d been drifting in was pierced by the rocky crags of a full-blown frenzy.

“Fuck…feels so damn good,” I gasped out and seized his hips, plunging deep inside him. “You first. Wanna feel it.” I was desperate for the hot velvet clamp of him around my shaft as he blew his load, desperate to know if it felt as good as I always imagined it did when it was his cock in my ass. It had to. Had to be like a straight fucking shot to nirvana in a front-row seat. No seat belts.

Eric grunted, a hand flying to the back of the driver’s seat, and met my thrusts with the force of his own, smacking back onto me. “Need your hand on me. Hard and fast,” he demanded, gripping my throat with enough force to send a tingle through my temples, but not enough that I couldn’t breathe. A delicious, warning quiver of impending release ricocheted through my abs.

I managed to wrap a fist around his cock, my mouth dropping open and nothing but air coming out in thick gasps that left me light-headed as I pumped his shaft.

“Shit.” The word tore from Eric’s mouth on a lusty moan as he clamped down on my cock like a fucking fire-coated vise. He let off the pressure in my throat at the same time, and the rush of blood to my head spun me out into an ecstatic daze. I didn’t know what kind of magic that was, but I lost my mind as he wrapped his hand over my grip, squeezed, and unloaded in thick spurts all over my chest.

Fisting my fingers in his hair, I pulled his mouth to mine, not so much kissing him as spilling ragged breaths over his lips and jaw. I bucked into the pulse of his ass with zero finesse, the enthusiastic craze of blinding orgasm rocketing through me like my entire body was a flume for an electric torrent of rapture. I shouted out, and the liquid fire kept right on coming as his channel contracted around my dick.

I’d had a lot of orgasms with Eric. A lot of shiny, fucking top-shelf, Grade A, five-star releases that left me shattered and dry and limp-limbed. Hell, limp-brained. This one was enormous and endless. I felt the mechanical process, yeah, the pulse of my cock as my load jetted inside him and he spasmed around me, felt my cock spend itself as he milked me dry, but the pleasure kept soaring through me even after my cock stopped twitching, until I was shaking beneath him and realized that the roar I’d let out had trailed off into a raspy string of “Jesuses.”

When my limbs stopped reverberating like I’d been standing next to a speaker cranked to eleven, lead settled into my core, spread through my bones, and my hands fell from his flanks, incapable of holding on anymore.

Eric slid his hand through the puddles of come on my chest, all the way to my lips, the spicy scent of exertion heady as he bent down and kissed me. He laced his fingers with mine and brought our joined hands to the top of my chest. His weight sank onto me and his lips skimmed over my cheek as he rested his head next to mine.

My dick softened in his ass, slid halfway out, and still he didn’t move. The place where our fingers met felt like the only thing holding me the fuck together.

“So,” he said after a few moments. “What’s the score?”

Score—Jesus, like I could tally up the ways in which I’d just been turned inside out into a neat sum. But I tried. “People have stroked out during sex before, haven’t they?”

“I’m sure.” His laughter was breathy and exhausted.

“Not that it’d be a bad way to go, although maybe a little disappointing if you bit it before you blew.”

Eric hummed against my throat. “So I’m gonna to mark that down as gold-medal worthy.”