Chapter 17

“Wait. Lube,” I mutter, grabbing the tube again.

“Hurry.” He kisses me, his chest plastered against mine, making it difficult to slather my cock with the slick. He pulls away, sits upright, and his palms, one slippery and one dry, slide across my skin, his fingers finding my nipples, pinching, twisting, making my dick pulse out a bead of precum.

I squirt a huge dollop of lube on my dick, spreading it with one pump. Then I wrap my fingers around his neck, heave up for a kiss, and pant, “Now,” into his mouth.

One of his hands disappears immediately from my chest and grabs my dick. When the head nudges against his hole, we both gasp. When he pushes himself down, when my cock breaches his hole and slides into his silky, tight heat, I drop onto the bed, my mouth falling open.

I stare at him with wide eyes as he slides all the way down until his ass rests on me. His head is thrown back, his mouth open, bliss radiating from his entire body.

He’s glorious