Page 49 of A Guy Walks Into My Bar
I let him know with my body, with how I move, with the grinding and the pressing as I ride his cock.
He licks his lips, breathes out hard, and stares down at us, at where we connect. “Fuck, Dean. I’m dying here. You are so fucking hot like this.”
His words fuel me, drive me to roll my hips expertly, to take him in deeper, then slide up, so he’s barely in me.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and a groan seems to rip from his throat. When he opens them, he grips me harder. “I want to watch us. Want to watch my dick slide in and out of your ass.”
I glance at the mirror on the wall. “I believe that can be arranged.”
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Fitz
I am combusting.
I am a brush fire that shows no signs of letting up.
The flames lick my skin, and I fan them.
“Shift around. So I can watch in the mirror,” I tell my sexy Brit.
We move from the foot of the bed to the side, his gorgeous body on me, my cock nestled in its favorite place.
Inside this man.
When we find the perfect position, his arms rope around my neck, and he whispers in my ear, “Now watch, Fitz. Watch as I fuck your cock.”
I shudder, grabbing his back, watching over his shoulder, imprinting onto my brain the most erotic sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Dean Collins, riding me, giving me the view I want, taking his time.
“Oh, hell yes,” I grunt as I catch sight of him rising, my cock almost sliding out of his fantastic ass. Then, in slow motion, he lowers himself, and I can barely breathe as I watch his ass draw me in. “Nothing,” I pant out, trying to form the words. “Nothing is sexier than that.”
“Then, you better not look away.”
“I can’t look away.”
Forget the brush fire. The entire forest is burning down from the Dean show and tell, from the way he grinds and dips, from how he rises and lowers, from the tantalizing way he takes my dick inside him.
And how he shows me, making sure I can watch us in the mirror.
What I see floors me.
My hands are all over Dean, sliding up and down his muscled back, gripping his perfect, delicious ass.
“You’re killing me when you do that. Just fucking killing me,” I rasp out.
“Don’t die before you come, Fitz,” he taunts, and how he can tease me when I am hovering on the edge of the cliff is a mystery to me, but I don’t need to solve it, don’t want to solve it.
I just want to gaze at the two of us fucking, at his body taking me over and over. “Dean, babe. We’re so fucking hot together. I can barely handle it.”
I smash my lips to his, needing to kiss him, needing to feel his mouth on mine. He kisses me back hard, fierce, all teeth and lips and fire.
When we break apart, I’m even drunker on him than I was before. I’m high, so damn high as I jerk my gaze back to the mirror. “I want to watch this filthy fucking view all night, of you riding my dick.”
“Then do it,” he says, slowing down, turning the pace into a sensual striptease, a visual feast.
My skin is tingling everywhere. Beads of sweat slide down my chest. And my hands feel so good wrapped around his ass, squeezing those strong, firm cheeks as I stare at the two of us.
This man owns my pleasure.
And he’s determined to wring every last drop from me.
That’s all I want. To be consumed by what he’s doing to me. Because he’s doing everything. He’s giving and taking and fucking my cock so damn good that the switch flips in me.
“Dean,” I warn. “I need to come really fucking soon. Are you almost there?”
“Seconds away,” he says.
“Good. Let me fuck you hard now,” I say, then smack his ass. “Get on your hands and knees.”
“Only because you asked nicely,” he says.
Keeping the condom in place, I pull out, my dick whimpering at the momentary loss of contact.
Then, after Dean’s in the perfect position to finish, I get behind him, slide right back home, and I know—I just know—this is how sex should be.
It should always be this intense.
This electric.
This out of this world.
Because I am out of my mind with desire, eaten alive by it as I kneel behind him, thrusting into him, taking his hard cock in my hand, where it belongs.
And I stare at the two of us in the mirror, my body curled over his.
But then, I get the bright idea to yank him up so we’re both kneeling, his back pressed tight to my stomach, one arm of mine looped under his. My other hand is on his dick, my cock buried deep, so damn deep in his body as I fuck this sexy, filthy, fantastic man to release.
