“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you to mark me. The season is over, and I don’t have anything scheduled for a bit—fuck yes!” I loved the sharp, deep bite of West’s teeth into my chest. He licked the pain away, then sucked hard, and I knew he was giving me exactly what I’d asked for.
He did it again on the other side, then went back to the first, sucking and biting and marking. I loved how primal sex with West was.
Our mouths met again in a rough kiss. My cock was aching, and I thrust it against his as he dug his nails into my ass.
“Grab the lube, Bashful, and get me ready.”
Pushing up onto my knees, I nodded and did as he said. I was trembling as I slicked up my fingers. West spread his legs farther, pulled them back, and the sight caused another wave of dizziness to roll over me.
I hesitated, looking down at him, and he frowned. “Do you want me to do it? I don’t need a lot of prep. As you saw in my drawer, this ain’t my first rodeo.”
That made me laugh. Fucking West. He always knew how to ease my stress.
“Fuck no. I’m doing it. I just… I want it to be good for you.” I’d obviously had sex before, but this was the only time it had ever been real.
“It will be.”
I glanced at my chest, saw West’s bite marks all over it, and somehow, that helped.
He pulled me into another kiss. As our tongues tangled, I eased my slick fingers between his legs and down behind his balls until I could circle his tight hole. Christ, I was going to blow the second I was inside him.
“Have you ever played around down there on yourself?” he asked.
“No.”
“Fucked a woman anally?”
“Once,” I admitted. “I thought… Well, it doesn’t matter what I thought.” It had been stupid, like giving it to her from behind would make a difference.
Without saying anything else, I pushed a finger inside him. It was hot and tight, so fucking tight, I was definitely worried I’d empty my balls the second my dick was inside him.
“Two fingers, Bashful. Like I said, I don’t need a lot of prep, but you’re big and my hole is tight.”
He was so blunt, so perfectly fucking blunt, and I loved it.
I pushed two fingers inside him, and he arched up toward me. “Like that. Fuck yeah, just like that.”
I worked him with them, fucked him, then added another as West rode my hand like he really was in that rodeo he’d just mentioned. My cock was aching, balls full, his too as he leaked precome onto his belly.
West was writhing beneath me, and I kept fingering him until he looked at me, his stare hot and intense. “Fuck me. Give me that cock I’ve been dying for.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice.
After pulling my fingers out of his ass, I opened the condom and suited up. West turned over and got on his hands and knees, tight ass in the air.
I squirted lube onto my cock, knelt behind him, and kneaded his ass cheeks. He was smooth, as if he shaved himself there. I didn’t and wondered if I should. Would I not be as sexy to him that way? Was that how he liked his men?
“Do you want me another way?”
“No, I…” Instead of adding anything else, I held the base of my cock, pressed the head against his rim, and pushed inside. “Oh fuck…Jesus fucking Christ, West. You’re trying to kill me.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
“You feel so good…” Past the first ring of muscles, his body squeezed me, a tight fist around my cock, only a million times better. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on not blowing my load as I slowly, so fucking slowly, entered him. When my groin met his ass, we both breathed.
“Stay still,” he said, and when I did, West pulled off, far enough that I almost came out of him, then pushed back.
“Sweet Jesus.” I watched my cock disappear into his ass, then slide out again. West was fucking himself on me, rocking back and forth, moving his hips so I rubbed him just right as he worked himself on my cock. “You have no idea how hot that is. I swear I’m better at this than I’m showing you right now, but I’m not going to last.”
“Then I guess you’d better fuck me.”
His words broke the last shred of control I had on myself. I grabbed his hips, digging my fingers in, pulled out, then slammed into him. West moved with me, but I was doing a lot of the work, rutting into him like my life depended on it.
I wanted his mouth, and as though reading my thoughts, West wrapped an arm behind him and around me. I stilled, and he pushed up on his knees so his back was against my chest.