Losing it – Christine D’Abo
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“You’re too…fucking good…at that.” Justin moaned loud. “You need to stop. I’m going to come.”Did he want to stop?
He closed his eyes and doubled his efforts, sucking and teasing in a steadily increasing pace. Justin’s body shook beneath him, his muscles doing a silent dance of resistance. Justin’s hand continued to thread through his hair, stroking him, encouraging him on. Justin’s stomach muscles tightened, his breathing became labored as he drew closer to the edge of release.
“Finn – ” Justin choked back a noise that could have been a sob. “Finn.”
There was something so deeply emotion in that single syllable, Finn’s chest tightened as he was overcome with unexpected emotion. He sucked harder, needed to feel Justin’s final surrender. Needing to know that it was done by his hands.
The first spurts of come splashed across his tongue, drawing a moan of his own. Finn swallowed every bit he could, for once not minding the bitter taste. He pumped Justin’s cock until there was nothing else coming. Only then, did he pull back to look fully on the panting, sweaty mess that used to be Justin.
It was a glorious sight.
Finn needed to stretch out, his legs protesting from the awkward angle the worn mattress had forced his body. As pins and needles marched through his lower half, he focused his attention on Justin and how handsome he looked, the glow of orgasm still fresh on his skin.
When he finally opened his brown eyes, Finn saw for the first time a warmth that hadn’t been there before. “You’re far too good at that.”
“It helps to have someone you…you like.” He cupped Justin’s face as he leaned in and kissed him softly.
Justin took advantage and rolled them so he was now the one on top. “You’re turn.”
Instead of moving down for a blowjob, Justin reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. It took a second for Finn’s brain to catch up as to what Justin was doing. The next thing he knew, Justin opened the condom packet and rolled it onto Finn’s cock. “Don’t move.”
He straddled Finn and ever so slowly lowered himself down onto Finn’s shaft. It was far harder than he’d realized it would be not to move, to let Justin work his body down inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside him. Only then, once he’d taken a moment to adjust, did Justin smile and began to fuck himself on Finn.
Finn was somewhat certain that he was breathing, partially because he hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen, but mostly because he was staring up at the stunning site of Justin writhing above him. This couldn’t be real, this slice of heaven. This amazing, intelligent man giving his body to Finn.
Justin’s body squeezed around Finn’s shaft, making all other thoughts flee from his mind. Justin might not have the body size that he did, but he was clearly a man who was used to taking control of the situation. With his gaze locked into Finn’s, Justin ground down, clenching hard before slowly pulling back up. Finn placed his hands on Justin’s hips, but more as a way to keep himself grounded.
Leaning forward, Justin smiled down at him, just far enough way that Finn couldn’t kiss him. “You didn’t expect this, did you?”
Finn shook his head, not sure he any longer had control over his voice.
“You want me to talk dirty to you. Want to see if I can make you come with my voice as much as I know I can make you come with my body?”
Finn groaned, nodding.
Justin leaned down, his lips pressed against Finn’s ear. The angle was awkward, and his cock was dangerously close to slipping out. He swirled his tongue around the rim of his ear, before his hot words spilled over Finn.
“I saw you in the ring, your shirt was off and you were covered in sweat. I wanted to get in there and lick your skin. I wanted to know what you tasted like. I wanted to feel you pound into my body. My cock trapped between us. I wanted you to jerk me off while you fucked my ass, then lick the come from my skin.”
“Jesus.” Finn growled before using his momentum to flip them both around. “Fuck.”
He couldn’t hold back. Gone was the quite reservation that ruled his life and in its place, an explosion on uncontrolled need. He closed his eyes and fucked into Justin, reaching between them to grab hold of his cock. He jerked his shaft in time with his thrusts until his orgasm ripped through his body.
The sudden strength that had claimed him only moments ago, vanished, leaving Finn an exhausted, panting mess. He lifted his head and looked into Justin’s smirking face. “You suck.”
Then, the most magical thing in the world happened – Justin laughed.
At the Heart of Stone – Roxanne D.Howard
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His arousal pressed against her hand, and she squeezed him. He moved his hips against her hold.
“It’s just you and I, love. You and I.”
He feasted on her, and she let him. Niall shoved two wonderful fingers into her sopping wet pussy, filled her to the brim, and pumped them in and out, driving her absolutely mad with lust. Those animalistic noises—were they coming from her? She should be embarrassed, but she was too far gone at the moment to care. Her body was on fire, and all she wanted to do was crawl all over him. She let go and gave herself over to the pleasure he wielded like a sword, gyrating her hips and writhing into his face to get closer, closer to him.
Something told her she’d seek him out again and again. She would never have enough of this man. He thrust deep into her just then, hitting a particular spot in her back wall. Her body began to quake, sending delicious shockwaves up her spine. She squeezed and stroked his hard cock, while he held her captive to his touch. There was no escape. Then he curled his fingers inside her, and an orgasm ripped through her. Niall watched her, his rapt attention on her face.
Like an overfilled dam brought to the breaking point, her nectar burst forth, and he lapped it up, his face buried deep inside her, his hands gently stroking the undersides of her thighs.
Her whole body began to tremble. Tendrils of need were rapidly growing inside her as she realized she wanted him. She wanted him to take her, fill her, fuck her—anything. She just needed this itch scratched. Niall resurfaced, breathing hard, his lips and chin glistening with her essence. He moved over her with blazing eyes and dived into her mouth, his tongue roughly claiming hers. She tasted herself, sweet and heady, and she sucked his tongue, hoping he’d take the hint. He removed her hand from his cock and laid it on her stomach, where he trapped it with his.
He groaned into her mouth and shifted his hips closer to hers, yanking down his boxers and pumping himself against her. She released his tongue, and he pulled his face back. All he had to do was say the word, and she’d surrender.
He put his forehead against hers and dipped the glistening head of his cock through her slit, gathering her wetness and rubbing himself deliciously against her, bumping her clit with each stroke. She shivered at the contact.
“I want to come on your pussy, Lark.”
Not what she had in mind, but she knew he was respecting her, trying to assuage how she felt and what she wanted, as he’d promised. She nodded, opening her legs wider for him, thinking he might want to watch her pussy as he got himself off, as Charles always had. But he sat up a little, ignoring what lay between her legs, and gazed instead into her eyes. She breathed deep, locked in the depths of his vast, green eyes as he increased his pace, his muscles tightening as he focused solely on her face, furiously pounding his cock into his hand and grunting openly. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, made more prevalent by knowing he did it with her in mind. She broke their stare and glanced down to watch him work his long cock. He was bigger than what she’d grown used to. She licked her lips. What would he taste like? His cut-off moan brought her attention back to his face, and she realized she was licking her top lip. Niall leaned forward and braced himself on one hand against the headrest above her.
“I’m about to come.”
“I want you to,” she said, her breath hot against his neck.
He kissed her on the lips and shifted a bit, then guided the tip of his cock around her clit and pussy as he ejaculated. A bit of semen splattered onto the edge of her hand, but she didn’t care. She raised her hips as he called out her name and spurted all over her pussy.
“Oh fuck. Oh yes! Lark!”
He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining as he released himself on her. She couldn’t believe this was all for her—his raw passion, the evidence of his desire made manifest. Lark blinked the tears from her eyes. He was beautiful.
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