position myself over him, he lifted himself up and met me halfway, kissing me passionately. Together, we sank onto the bed, arms around each other, tongues intertwined.
As badly as I wanted to fuck him, I couldn’t stop kissing him. His kiss drove me insane. Every touch of his lips and taste of his tongue made me want him that much more, but it made it that much harder for me to pull myself away, even if it was just long enough to get a condom.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached for the nightstand, fumbling blindly for the bottle of lube and a condom. My hand was shaking as I found the handle on the drawer, but I managed to get it open and finally found what I was looking for. Even then, with condom and lube in hand, I couldn’t make myself stop kissing him.
Brandon’s lips barely left mine as he breathlessly whispered, “Fuck me.”
I turned to tear the condom wrapper with my teeth, moaning softly when he raised his head and kissed my neck as his hands ran up my back. Goose bumps prickled my skin, and I closed my eyes, shivering as he kissed beneath my ear.
“Oh my God, I want you to fuck me,” he said.
I tried to speak but forgot how when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I turned my head, gently nudging him away, but as soon as his breath warmed my skin, I couldn’t resist and kissed him again.
Shifting my weight onto one arm, I rolled the condom on with an unsteady hand. When it was on, I lifted myself off of him, hesitating once, twice, and again to completely pull away. Eventually, my need to be inside him overshadowed my need to kiss him, and we finally managed to change positions. I opened the bottle of lube as Brandon turned onto his hands and knees.
Whatever nervousness I had about being with a man had nothing on the anticipation that made my head spin and my hands unsteady as I pressed my cock against Brandon’s ass. Just hours ago, I’d wondered if this was wrong, but as I held onto his hips and slowly pushed into him, I knew that the only thing that could possibly be wrong was the fact that I’d waited so long to do it again.
“Oh my God, that’s awesome,” Brandon moaned, pushing back against me and drawing me deeper.
I wanted to tell him how much I loved it, but speech was lost to me, especially as the view—broad shoulders, muscles rippling under the dragon tattoo, the tremors running through him every time I took a stroke—mesmerized me. Strokes turned into thrusts, and he whispered my name, begging for more.
He shifted his weight onto one arm. Then his hand came up and grabbed mine, pulling it around his waist to his cock. I rested my other hand on the bed, bracing myself as I thrust from the hips and stroked his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured.
“Like that?” I whispered, kissing the back of his shoulder and making him shiver.
“I love it,” he said. “Fuck, don’t stop….”
“I won’t, don’t worry,” I growled, fucking him harder, stroking him faster. Every tremor that rippled through him, every breath he couldn’t quite draw properly, every helpless sound he made, every bead of sweat that rolled between the grooves of his muscles, all of it aroused me like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“Oh God,” he groaned. His back arched against my chest and he tightened around my cock, nearly taking me over the edge with him. “Oh God, Dustin….” I fucked him even harder, his moans and shudders sending me even higher.
He turned slightly, reaching over his shoulder, sliding his hand around the back of my neck as I leaned in to kiss him. As soon as I tasted his tongue, I didn’t stand a chance. My orgasm caught me by surprise, and I broke the kiss with a gasp and a shudder. He rocked against me, fucking me from below. I tried to keep contact with his lips, tried to breathe, but all I could do was surrender to an orgasm that was too intense to be real.
As the last few shivers worked their way up my spine, I closed my eyes and let my forehead rest on his
As badly as I wanted to fuck him, I couldn’t stop kissing him. His kiss drove me insane. Every touch of his lips and taste of his tongue made me want him that much more, but it made it that much harder for me to pull myself away, even if it was just long enough to get a condom.
Without breaking the kiss, I reached for the nightstand, fumbling blindly for the bottle of lube and a condom. My hand was shaking as I found the handle on the drawer, but I managed to get it open and finally found what I was looking for. Even then, with condom and lube in hand, I couldn’t make myself stop kissing him.
Brandon’s lips barely left mine as he breathlessly whispered, “Fuck me.”
I turned to tear the condom wrapper with my teeth, moaning softly when he raised his head and kissed my neck as his hands ran up my back. Goose bumps prickled my skin, and I closed my eyes, shivering as he kissed beneath my ear.
“Oh my God, I want you to fuck me,” he said.
I tried to speak but forgot how when he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I turned my head, gently nudging him away, but as soon as his breath warmed my skin, I couldn’t resist and kissed him again.
Shifting my weight onto one arm, I rolled the condom on with an unsteady hand. When it was on, I lifted myself off of him, hesitating once, twice, and again to completely pull away. Eventually, my need to be inside him overshadowed my need to kiss him, and we finally managed to change positions. I opened the bottle of lube as Brandon turned onto his hands and knees.
Whatever nervousness I had about being with a man had nothing on the anticipation that made my head spin and my hands unsteady as I pressed my cock against Brandon’s ass. Just hours ago, I’d wondered if this was wrong, but as I held onto his hips and slowly pushed into him, I knew that the only thing that could possibly be wrong was the fact that I’d waited so long to do it again.
“Oh my God, that’s awesome,” Brandon moaned, pushing back against me and drawing me deeper.
I wanted to tell him how much I loved it, but speech was lost to me, especially as the view—broad shoulders, muscles rippling under the dragon tattoo, the tremors running through him every time I took a stroke—mesmerized me. Strokes turned into thrusts, and he whispered my name, begging for more.
He shifted his weight onto one arm. Then his hand came up and grabbed mine, pulling it around his waist to his cock. I rested my other hand on the bed, bracing myself as I thrust from the hips and stroked his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured.
“Like that?” I whispered, kissing the back of his shoulder and making him shiver.
“I love it,” he said. “Fuck, don’t stop….”
“I won’t, don’t worry,” I growled, fucking him harder, stroking him faster. Every tremor that rippled through him, every breath he couldn’t quite draw properly, every helpless sound he made, every bead of sweat that rolled between the grooves of his muscles, all of it aroused me like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“Oh God,” he groaned. His back arched against my chest and he tightened around my cock, nearly taking me over the edge with him. “Oh God, Dustin….” I fucked him even harder, his moans and shudders sending me even higher.
He turned slightly, reaching over his shoulder, sliding his hand around the back of my neck as I leaned in to kiss him. As soon as I tasted his tongue, I didn’t stand a chance. My orgasm caught me by surprise, and I broke the kiss with a gasp and a shudder. He rocked against me, fucking me from below. I tried to keep contact with his lips, tried to breathe, but all I could do was surrender to an orgasm that was too intense to be real.
As the last few shivers worked their way up my spine, I closed my eyes and let my forehead rest on his
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