Don’t Overthink It

While buried deep inside me, Rory grasped my shoulders, drawing me upward and toward him. Slowly I moved until I was upright and on my knees. He was careful, making sure he didn’t slip out of my ass as he balanced behind me, his lips at my neck. Again our stares were riveted to our reflections in the mirror.

“I can’t hold out much longer, Patrick,” he murmured, breathing hard and fast. “Your ass is so fucking tight around my cock! But I want you to come for me first.”

Before I could move or even speak, Rory reached around and took my dick in his hand. I couldn’t hold back a needy groan as he stroked me with a firm grip. All the while he continued fucking me with gentle thrusts, moving slower but holding himself deeper inside.

I turned my face toward his, reaching behind me to gently grasp his hair while offering him my mouth. He kissed me hard, moaning when our tongues met, and he jerked my cock at an even more fervent pace, determined to make me come.

And I did. I came so fucking hard from his stroking, and from his fucking. From his mouth on mine. Ropes of semen spurted forth to mark the sheet below me, and I broke our kiss to cry out as my ass clenched all around Rory’s dick.

Watching me climax so fiercely drove him toward his own release. His hard thrusts grew almost painful, but I didn’t so much as wince. Even after my orgasm, I was desperate to see him come while inside me.

He threw his head back, his expression primal as he reached his own climax. Shuddering hard, his throaty groans sounded more like growls, and then, at the height of his ecstasy, he practically roared, and I felt his dick pulse while deep in my ass.

Finally Rory loosened his hold on me, and I managed to remain upright as I tried to catch my breath. He was panting, too, and after he carefully pulled out, I fell back against the bed, wearing a grin of utter satisfaction.

Rory removed the condom and tossed it into the wastebasket near the bed, and I made a mental note to discreetly dispose of it later on. Then he lay down beside me, pressing a hand to his chest, which still rapidly rose and fell with his heavy breaths. Our eyes met, and he grinned as well. “Best fuck of my life,” he said.

Oh yes, I thought while sliding my fingertips over his skin, he was definitely mine now. He lifted his head, eager for a kiss, and I brought my mouth to his.

“You’re incredible in bed,” I told him. “It’s such a shame to let all that talent go to waste.”

Rory’s smile faded, only to be replaced by an expression of sheer need. “So you’d like to do this again?” he asked slowly.

“Of course,” I responded. “But whatever we do is up to you. I promise I’ll never make any demands of you, Rory.”

He propped himself up on an elbow, giving me a sly grin. “What if I’m the one demanding that you fuck me?”

“Then I’ll do my absolute best to satisfy you,” I said. After kissing him once more, I reluctantly sat up. “And now I’d better get you home.” A glance at the clock revealed that it was later than I thought.

We washed up in different bathrooms, doing our best to appear presentable. When Rory stood before me, fully dressed, I inspected him closely and then nodded. “One would never guess you were fucking me just a little while ago,” I said with a playful smile.

In the car, Rory gave me directions to his house, and as I drove him home, a comfortable silence fell between us. Glancing over at him, I noticed he no longer seemed worried about catching hell for staying out so late. Maybe all that tension had been fucked out of him, and he was now too tired to care.

When I pulled into his driveway, I saw that the outside lights were on, and practically every window in the house was illuminated. “Looks like someone waited up,” I muttered.

Rory released a sigh, but an easy smile appeared on his lips as he turned toward me. “Thanks for tonight,” he said softly.

“Thank you for that incredible fuck,” I replied, and I had to stop myself from touching him. “Do you need me to give you a ride to work in the morning?”

Rory shook his head. “Heidi will take me,” he said. Then his eyes locked with mine. “Let me know when you want to do this again, Patrick.”

I thought for a few moments. “We’ve both been working hard, and I say we deserve a long lunch tomorrow. Just long enough to go back to my place for a little fun. If you’re up for it,” I added.

In the darkness of the car, Rory dared to take my hand and place it firmly against his cock. “I will always be up for that,” he promised me with a grin. “And up for you.”

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