“Slow,” he hisses and grips my hips, trying to still me, but fuck that.
“Fuck slow,” I mutter and pull up before slamming back down on him.
He groans loudly as I start to ride him, my thighs bunching and pulling as I move on top of him. His hands grip me, but he lets me control the speed and roughness of it. And hell. It’s fast and furious.
“Like seeing you under me,” I moan. And damn, what a picture he makes, flushed cheeks, wet lips, hooded eyes.
He’s porn. My porn. Mine.
Mine.
His hand slides up from my thigh, and he grabs onto my cock, pumping me in time with my thrusts.
“Can’t get enough. Need to do this. All. The. Time,” I gasp as he begins to arch his hips up, tunneling into me roughly.
So much for taking it slow.
And then I feel it, the subtle shift of his body, and he’s hitting my prostate as his hand works me faster.
“Oh shit. Shit,” I say, grabbing onto the headboard on the bed and pounding down onto him.
And then I’m coming, clenching my ass around his cock. Which only pushes him over the edge. He groans, his eyes rolling into his head as he fills me with his come. It’s so hot that I keep bouncing on his cock until he hisses.
“Stop. Stop,” he begs, nearly breathless, and I whine but comply. I collapse on top of him and press my cheek to his chest.
“You did not go slow,” he chastises, massaging my ass cheeks.
“Like you were going slow either,” I mutter. “At the end, you were pounding into me like your life depended on it.”
Whit huffs, and then he runs his fingers from my ass to my hair, tugging softly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Nah. Felt good. Want to do it again. Give me a few hours.”
Whit’s fingers pause, and he grabs onto my chin, tilting my head up so I can see the seriousness in his eyes.
“No. No more. You need to heal.”
“I have an amazing hole. It’s been blessed. No need to heal.”
His eyebrows bunch together, and he watches me for a moment before those serious lips arch into a smile.
“You, Caleb, are absolutely ridiculous.”
“Nah. I’m perfect, remember. Plus, I have the hat. You’re a sucker for it.”
“It was a very nice touch.”
“A nice touch, he says,” I mutter, and then he presses a kiss to my lips and rolls us over, slipping out of me. My good hand is tucked beneath my head, and I watch as Whit just looks at me, his eyes sliding from my face to my flaccid cock. And then his hands grip my thighs and spread them wide. When I am spread to his satisfaction, he cradles my balls in his hand lifts. And then he’s staring at his release dripping from me.
Oh, fuck. That’s hot.
“Like what you see?” I choke out.
“Shameless,” he says, his cheeks red.
“Just for you.”