photo by: Jeff palmer
YOU’RE GONNA FEEL ME. (Free
Read – Extreme MM erotica)
The music set the perfect
melody that beckons my cock to seek out my lover. Haunting tones dancing a slow
slithering rhythm with a deep, baser thump that set the perfect gyrating pace
of my hips into yours as I lay over you. Our skins still radiating from
spending the day out in the sun, hot and energized as if the very sun set just
under the skin trapping the heat between us. And the need delivers the taste of
your skin to my tongue even before the first lick.
Knee to knee thigh to thigh hip to hip our bodies lined up in perfect seamless
contact while the blood flows to my cock.
Every swelling twitch in my
rod sends out a wave through my body, but none so tantalizing as the first when
it steals the very breath from my lungs in a deep exhale. The flaring inhale of
my nostrils sucks in the scent uniquely yours. The blend of shower soap a
fresh layer of clean cologne the smell of a day spent in the sun together
still lingers on your skin.
Your inviting hips grind
back against me, wanting me inside. Even the musky scent building in our
arousal intoxicates me. I can only respond with a husky growl to the back of
your head that you’re tempting my control.
But don’t be fooled that I
did not over hear your friends gathered around taunting you that your man is
too gentlemanly to love your ass like I should. That there is no room for eroticism
in a gay relationship. Oh but there is my lover and I’m about to remind you of
it. Sure there are a time when I could just slide inside your hole, feeling out
every rattling quiver as I force your body to accept me and then ride you out
like a grunting pig till we are both breathless and soaked in each other’s
spunk. There are times for such mindless uninhibited lust, but not tonight.
Pressing in, with a
vandalizingly slow, rocking motion, the broad tip kisses your pink sphincter,
nudging it to open up for me. And just when you push back with a hiss I’ll deny
you. Because tonight is about making you suffer every slow and teasing
approach. Every ravaging thrust I deliver will be to see you to just a breath
away from the ultimate journey only to have it dangled just out of grasp until
you beg. And still it will not be enough.
Even now as I slide past
the first ring of muscle feeling your needy pucker suckle around my girth to
draw me in, I will not deliver all that you want until you confess your ass
belongs to my cock and mine alone. Because it knows what you need. It knows how
to ride out every nuance so your prostate cums for me in mindless ripples and
your shaft swells to such a painfully hard red color that just the touch of my
rough hand around it will have you firing off like a cannon. My firm hand
reaches between us spreading one cheek out with a bruising grip and in one
smooth decline I slide all the way in to your deepest nethers. Closing my eyes
I feel the swelling of your prostate against my thumping flesh, feel every
hungry clinch of your walls and I grind in even further smashing my balls
against yours. Fuck. I could give into mindless driving, but you my lover must
be taught a lesson. One that I am sure you will be quite sated with once I am
done.
Knowing there is no going
any deeper into your gut, I release your ass only to draw your hand to mine. Allowing
to you to clench and pull on my hips futilely. And so the rhythmic grind begins
as I slide in and out of tight silk walls. Oh god damn nothing feels so good
and I’m not ashamed to admit such I
love fucking you. I love how you feel wrapping around my dick when I’m slammed
as deep as I can be inside your body. I love the slippery sensation of your
sweat soaked body against mine as I ride you. The salty taste on my lips and
when you twist the way you do to deliver your lips for my chewing delight. Deep
and sloppy. I just might give in to you too soon.
Like water crashing over
rocks I slide in and out drawing out so slow, just a little more, but not all the
way. A hovering moment of time, I can even hear the gritting of your teeth as
you bite back the surprising need to moan for my cock. My silent lover I’m
about to break you and prove such, slamming every inch all the way in till I’m
bottomed out over and over again then delivery the exquisite last grinding
push, just that little extra of somatic reach.
A chorus of husky breathes
whips around us as we ride back and forth into each other, my hands taking free
range of the playground of your body. The taught peck muscles of your chest the soft skin of your groin and your scrotum
drawn up so damn tight I can feel your balls inside there, begging to explode.
Soon, my lover, soon. Just let me hear you moan, let me hear your gasping
breath as you draw close. For nothing is sexier then listening to you fight for
breath and sanity just seconds before you spill.
Deep thrusts in slow slides out. Crashing every ounce of
my lust into you. Your begging starts as curses being moaned back at me
intermingled with the hissing of a few yes’s.
They’ll do.
I snake my hands around,
palming at your chest and sink my teeth into your shoulder. Letting out another
deep growl so you know just how close to the edge I’m riding on between
continuing to give you the slow gyrating fucking you need and the uncontrolled
rutting we both are fond of.
And then you did the
naughtiest of things clamping down on me. My whole body arced, my teeth bit
deeper as I did my best to pinch off the reward you so attempted to steal. I
stilled inside your back nethers. Letting my flesh pulse inside my chest pound like a drum against your
back my fist clench around your
sweltering cock and I lick you from shoulder to ear taking care to run right
over the bite mark I just left behind. Every flinch. Every nuance of your body
rocks me off my axis. Damn you, it feels too good.
Please.
I hear it. And I reward the word with a deep rolling grind reaching even
further than before because I’m about one second from saturating your walls
with my essence. Soon my scent my
claim will be added to all the other fragrances that uniquely make you.
Your walls tighten around
me. Some lover’s claim of your own, undoing me and I couldn’t hold back this
time, but then you had begged as I wanted you to. You’d suffered through the
long torrid lust, raped with love that I wanted you to experience. I wanted you
burnished with the knowing that we
were much more than anyone else could dare offer you. That the eroticism I
endear so strongly to did not make either of us any less of a man. And I let go
with a loud cry to the back of your head as did you. Our bodies locked in rigid
quakes that rattled the earth. Or at least our small corner of it and that was
all we needed.
Sacked over the pile of
tossed bed linens as we catch our breaths, riding the drifting wave that
promises deep slumber, tell me lover before it’s too late. Tell me what it is I
want to hear, did you feel me?
Wow, that is hot!!
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