Page 74 of Seasons of Love
"Um…fuck, like that…Jesus, Slade…give me your big, fat cock," I demanded.
"Nuh huh, this isn't how it works."
I groaned. "Fine. First time we fucked, I thought that I'd do anything to have you in my mouth and my ass at the same time. There. Fuck me now."
His dick pressed against my hole, and I moved to bear down on it. I needed him so badly.
"So you're saying you want to make a mold of my cock," he said, pushing in a little farther. "So you can suck me," and a little more, "while I fuck you with the dildo of my cock?"
"Fuck, yeah," I moaned embarrassingly loud when he was all the way inside me. "God, I love your cock, Slade."
"It's a good thing I love your ass, baby. And you."
I couldn't tell how long we were like that for, him sliding in and out of me, slowly building up his speed as if we had all the time in the world.
Every time I was close to coming, he slowed down. I was going to punch him hard next time he referred to himself as old or lacking stamina. My legs were shaking and my body was sore, even though I was doing nothing else but taking him in, welcoming him, and letting him claim me.
I wondered if he'd be up to getting tested soon because I wanted him with no barriers between us. The thought of fucking his ass without a condom was almost enough to bring on my orgasm.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good."
I couldn't even speak. Nothing intelligible, at least.
"Hook your legs over my shoulders," he said between gritted teeth.
Good. I wasn't the only one struggling to keep going.
In this position we didn't have as much skin contact, but the angle was perfect for him to hit my spot. He wrapped his hand around my dick and stroked me in time with each one of his.
Ropes of cum covered my stomach as I gave in to my orgasm. Sparks danced in my eyes as blood rushed all over my body. Slade came a moment later, biting my calf as he emptied into the condom inside me.
He withdrew from me and then laid down next to me, pulling me in for a slow, languid kiss.
"I think we should take this into the shower," I said. Not that my legs had any will to move, but I was sticky with cum, chocolate, and cream. Debauched was an understatement for how I felt and looked.
Slade gave me a heated gaze full of promise. I just hoped James's plan worked and we could be happy together without any threat from Tiny Dick. And now even I was calling him by his nickname. Maybe having Slade here with me took some power away from Tiny Dick already.
"Hey," I said, scooting out of bed after Slade. "Is Liam still taking care of Harley? How often do you feed her? Last time she ate up the ham I brought her, as if it was going out of fashion."
"Huh?"
He looked puzzled.
"I'm confused that you seem confused."
"That's because I am. You know bikes run on gas, right?"
"Not the bike, dumbass. The cat."
"What cat?"
"Your cat."
He laughed.
"I don't have a cat."
"What?" I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and searched for the photo I'd taken of Harley asleep on top of a toolbox. "Yes, you do. This one."
