Chapter 13

Rich wasa perfect specimen of everything that was gorgeously masculine. His body was hairy and broad, manly. His cock was large and stood out proudly from his body. He was already hard again. He was ready for me, and fuck, I was ready for him.

He grinned at me and palmed his dick as he moved back towards me. I smiled as I bit my bottom lip and instinctively moved backwards, never taking my eyes off his.

Rich followed me effortlessly over to the bed. His mouth pressed against mine as I moved more to the middle of his mattress. He slid between my thighs, over me, his cock coming to rest in the crease of my arse.

“Fuck, I need your cock,” I purred up at him.

His eyes rolled and his heavy lids partially closed. “Soon.” He sighed, his lips touching mine softly as he kissed me and lowered his hips to mine, his cock teasing me all the more between my buttocks.

His mouth moved across my jaw, peppering tiny kisses. When he reached my neck, my whole body shivered as his lips nibbled on my sensitive skin. I ran my hands over his shoulders, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him against my neck, willing him to suck on my flesh. When he moved his mouth to my shoulder, I let out a frustrated groan. I wanted him to mark me.

The nibbling of my flesh continued there, soft and caressing at first, but soon, Rich was sucking hard on the flesh of my shoulder. I grabbed his hair roughly, willing him on. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, and he flexed his hips against me, his cock rutting against my arse crack, tempting me, teasing me, leaving me wanting more.

Once he was satisfied with his attention on my shoulder, he kissed over my chest. When his tongue made contact with my nipple, I arched my back with a hiss and slammed my balled-up fist onto the bed. The force of the lightning bolt of electricity that shot through me from that contact went straight to my balls and made my now painfully hard cock throb.

When his fingertips started to give my other nipple attention at the same time, I felt like I was about to pass out. No one in my life had ever made me feel pleasure with this kind of intensity. My body reacted to Rich in ways it never had before. I was going to end up ruined by this man. No one else would ever measure up to everything that was happening in that moment. This was insane. This was surreal. This was so much more than fucking.

Rich moved from between my legs yet kept his mouth on my chest. He moved his body beside me and I mourned the loss. I heard movement in the bedside table, and I glanced over to see Rich grabbing a bottle of lube, and again, my cock pulsed at the thought of what might be coming next.

His mouth was back on mine in an instant, and I heard the flip of the top of the lube bottle. I groaned against his mouth as the cool liquid covered my balls and ran down towards my arsehole. Seconds later, Rich’s hand cupped my balls and spread the lube between my legs, his fingertips teasing my hole, rubbing it, pressing against it a little and leaving me desperate for more.

Taking my other nipple in his mouth, Rich slid a finger inside me.

“Oh, Christ!” I gasped, running my hands over his shoulders, delighting in the feeling of his bare skin under my fingertips and his expert finger sheathed in my arse. A second finger joined the first and I flexed my hips to push back on his hand, silently begging him for more. A curl of his fingers later and I dug my nails into the flesh of his back. That was something I had never felt before. I’d heard about it, read about it, but holy shit, no one had ever actually rubbed over my p-spot before.

His fingers worked small circles over that little bundle of nerves, and I moaned louder than I thought possible. It felt like I was going to come, but not in the same way it did when I’d been fucked before. This was something very different.

Rich lifted his head from my chest and looked at me with the sexiest smirk I’d ever seen in my life. He twisted his fingers in me, pushed them a little deeper, and kept working over that little magic spot.

“Oh, Rich, FUCK!” I cried out as he captured my mouth with his. He was kissing me hard, drowning my moans, as my cock twitched. The sensation had built beyond where I could control myself anymore, and a stream of spunk erupted from my cock.

Rich broke our kiss, slid his fingers from where they had been inside me, moved back between my legs, and rubbed the head of his dick in the mess I had made on my stomach. He then sat back on his knees and looked at me, rubbing his length against my arsehole.

When he moved again, he didn’t take his eyes off mine. He was slow and sure of himself, and he didn’t stop until he was completely sheathed inside me. It should have been a little sore given his size, but with how much he had worked my arse and lubed me up, there was just a delicious burn as he stretched me out. I moaned as his balls pressed against my buttocks. He was as deep as he could possibly get, and I loved it.

His lips met mine and he kissed me deeply. “Are you okay?” he whispered against my mouth.

“Fuck me, Rich,” I pleaded, and a smirk fell across his beautiful face. He pulled himself back from me and slid all the way back in a little bit faster this time.

He fell into a slow, luxurious pace. I’d never been with anyone who made me feel quite how Rich did. He was taking time to properly make love to me, to cherish me, to show me how I should be treated when I had a man inside me.

Over and over, he sank into me, right up to the hilt, and he rolled his hips against mine. A slow pressure was building in my groin, and I moaned with every movement, needing more each time, desperately wanting to get off on the pleasure he was giving me.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose myself with Rich. Not just physically, but emotionally. He was everything I didn’t even know I wanted and was fast turning into something I so desperately needed. Sure, he was twenty-two years older than me, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, was it?

I needed to get a hold of myself. This was just sex. This was my best friend’s dad. This wasn’t a relationship, it was fucking.

Only this didn’t feel like just fucking. This was so very different.