Page 127 of Secrets and Lies
It takes a few tries to get the right angle, and we both groan when I finally slip inside him.
The next few minutes are a blur of tangled limbs and writhing bodies as I fuck him with zero chill, but he’s just as feral as I am, and his encouraging cries and the way he grips my ass and tries to force me to go even faster and harder tell me he doesn’t mind my lack of finesse.
“Oh god, Ant.” He buries his face in my neck and sucks hard on my skin.
I groan as the sting of pain mixes and mingles with the nearly overwhelming pleasure to create something even more intense and incredible.
All too soon, I can feel my orgasm gathering low in my body, and I give him one last hard thrust, staying as deep in him as I can for a few beats, then pull out.
He makes a sound of protest, but I just press a quick kiss to his lips to quiet him.
“You ready for more?” I ask, my lips brushing his with each word.
His breathing hitches as I climb off him, and I give his hip a gentle slap. “On your knees.”
He immediately flips onto his stomach and gets into position.
Settling behind him, I put one hand between his shoulder blades and the other on the small of his back.
“So hot.” I gently push his back down until he’s sitting in frog pose with his knees spread wide and his ass close to the mattress as he leans forward and holds himself up with his arms.
Sitting back on my heels, I spread my legs as wide as I can so I’m as low on the bed as he is and shift closer until my cock brushes his ass.
“Ant,” he says on a soft moan.
“You’re doing good, babe.” I soothe and bump my dick against his waiting hole.
He freezes for a few beats, presumably at the endearment, but I just rub my tip over his hole until he relaxes.
“Ready?” I grip his shoulder with one hand and hold my dick in place with the other.
“Yeah, do it.”
Chuckling at how impatient he sounds, I slowly push into him, and I don’t stop until my thighs are against his ass and I’m fully sheathed in him.
I’ve never gone bare with anyone before West, and it isn’t just the physical differences that are making it hard to hold on to my control. It feels amazing to not have barriers between us, and my dick is way more sensitive without the condom, but it’s the emotional aspect of it that I wasn’t expecting.
Going bare is the ultimate form of trust, at least for me. It’s also the most primitive and primal way you can connect with someone, and until West, I never once even considered not using protection with past partners, and it’s always been one of my hard lines.
But just like everything else where West is concerned, my usual rules go right out the window, and now the only thing that could make me suit up with him is if it would be more convenient to contain the mess, or if he asks me to.
West bumps his hips back impatiently. I hold him in place for a second, and he takes the hint and stops trying to move back on me. When he’s still again, I slide my other hand up his back, then wrap both of them around the junctions where his neck and shoulders meet and hold the base of his throat.
I’m not pushing on his windpipe at all, and I’m too far gone to risk pressing down on his carotid arteries right now, but the illusion of being restrained seems to be enough for him, and he lets out a low moan when I snap my hips and drive my dick as deep in him as I can.
West clenches around me, and I slide my hands a little lower and use my grip on his shoulders as leverage to yank him back against me as I fuck him like a man possessed.
The scrape of my bed sliding on the floor and my headboard slamming into the wall is loud and obvious, but I’m beyond caring that we’re not being quiet or careful. And by West’s loud moans and even louder cries, he’s not all that worried about being quiet either.
I greedily drag my gaze over his body as I pound into him, and the sight of my cock disappearing into his ass as his cheeks jiggle and shake from the impact of my thrusts is so damn hot I can already feel my orgasm creeping up on me.
Instead of trying to get ahead of it by switching positions again, I yank West back so he’s leaning against me and wrap my arm around his shoulders to hold him in place.
He grips my arm and sags against me, giving me complete control over his body and his pleasure.
I’m nearly feral with need as I pepper his neck and throat with messy, wet kisses and grip his cock in my hand. He’s hard and hot and slick with precum, and I stroke him in time with my thrusts.
I’d love to make him come hands-free again, but I won’t be able to hold out that long, and I refuse to come first.
