The Perfect Fit

Zeke’s sexy-as-fuck mouth trails a path from the back of my neck down my spine, all the way to my ass. He licks down the seam, and despite the fact that I just came as hard as I ever have in my life, my cock twitches and my balls tingle.

He growls against my skin, and the sound travels straight to my dick. “You have such a hot ass, West. You should let me fuck it more often.”

“Don’t push your luck, Ezekiel.” I hear the snap of a lid opening, and then his slick finger pushes against my asshole. He sinks in to the knuckle, twisting as he inches deeper.

The burning stretch sends hot rivulets of pleasure down my thighs, and I hiss out a breath when he adds a second finger. Zeke’s lips are on my throat now, his weight on top of me while he slides his fingers in and out. “Relax. You know you can take me.”

Fisting my hands in the sheets, I draw deep breaths through my nose, enjoying the endorphins that flood my body. He pushes his fingers deeper, massaging them over my G-spot, and my eyes roll back in my head.

He drags his teeth over my ear. “You love me fucking you, West. Admit it.”

My cock is hard again, leaking precum from the crown. “You know I do.” I grit out the words, my jaw clenched.

“Nobody but me. Ever. Isn’t that right?”

I push my ass back into him, seeking Zeke’s unique brand of pleasure laced with pain.

He growls, grinding his thick cock against my hip as he finger-fucks my ass. “Turn over. I want to look at you while I fuck you.”

I snarl. I fucking hate being told what to do, but I’m too far gone. Too desperate to feel him sinking inside me, knowing he’ll make it even better than what he’s doing now.

He removes his fingers and I flip over. “Good boy,” he says with a wicked grin.

Grabbing his hair, I yank his head back and he grunts. “Don’t fuck with me, Zeke,” I warn him.

He shakes his head from my grip, then climbs between my thighs and pushes them apart with his knees. “Just fuck you, yeah?” His cock is already slick with lube, and he presses the tip against my ass, edging in a little while he trails his tongue and teeth over my chest, lashing at the skin.

He inches deeper and I groan.

Holding his weight on his forearms, he lets his head fall back as he gives me more. “West, you feel so fucking good.”

My balls tighten as the burn of him stretching me gives way to intense euphoria.

I pant out his name and pull him toward me, crashing his mouth to mine. Our tongues fight for dominance. Our teeth clash together. He bites my lip, drawing blood and then sucking it off. His cock pulses inside me as he fucks me into the bed.

Reaching between us, I grip my aching shaft in my palm. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving and eyes darker than coal. “No. Let me make you come, West.” He pulls out and drives into me again. “Like this.”

I throw my head back and let go. My orgasm draws near, and my mouth falls open. Zeke slides his tongue inside again, stealing my breath and fucking me with unrelenting force. He sets a demanding pace that leaves us both gasping for air, our bodies slick with sweat as they grind and slap against each other. I bear down on him and band my arms around his back, digging my fingers into his hard muscles.

“That’s it. Come with me, West.” The way he grunts my name in my ear sets me off, and thick ribbons of my release coat our stomachs.

“You’re such a good fuck.” Zeke gives one final thrust of his hips and fills me with his cum. With his forehead on mine, our heaving breaths mingle. Our lips brush once, twice, then he smiles and turns his head. “You enjoy the show, buttercup?”

So, that’s what this was? What an asshole.

Looking over, I find Lily watching the two of us, her mouth open in a perfect O. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she moans. The motion of her hand working her clit draws my attention down. She rocks into her hand, tremors shaking her body.

He turns his attention back to me. “I guess she did, huh?”