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down to wet my dick.
    I could come like that. If he started to suck me, and I looked down and saw him kneeling there, submissive and naked, I would totally shoot my load.
    Not very athletic .
    So what was it he said to me that got me off when he was being the bossy one? Oh yeah. I grabbed his hair harder and stilled his head so he knew to stop and listen. “Get up. Show me that hole.” When he stood up again, his cock was thick and hard. He was wearing his “I wanna pound you through the mattress” expression, but it was taut now with his effort to keep it all in check and do only what I told him. His thighs flexed and released as if he was spring-loaded, and the tiniest slip would send him flying into action. But for now, he could wait.
    He knocked yesterday’s newspaper, folded to the Lifestyle section, to the floor, then eased his chest onto the counter beside the sink.
    He walked his legs out. More muscles I couldn’t name, or maybe tendons—and the sweet, rounded rise of his ass, which was mostly muscle, too—all of it spread out before me. All of it mine to do whatever I pleased with it.
    I ran my hands over him, down his back, over his ass, to the backs of his thighs. His skin flicked in response. Everywhere, he was rock hard.
    “I need it,” he mumbled into his forearms. “Do it.” The fact that he could hardly bring himself to tell me to fuck him sent a thrill zinging down to my groin. I licked my finger and trailed it down his hot, moist crack. He exhaled carefully against the countertop.
    I figured I should probably say something about that being “my” hole and how I was gonna “own” it, but it sounded too fake, even in my thoughts. I bent over him instead, and laid a slow, wet kiss along the spot where his tailbone ended, and the curve of his spine turned into ass crack. He moaned.
    I tongued him, farther down, and farther down still, rich and salty and end-of-the-day musky, and my cock started to throb in anticipa-tion of going there too and knowing what that hot, wet hole would feel like clenching all around it.
    “Sweet ass.” I let the words play over my spit, and Jacob shivered all over. I licked him, right on the pucker, hard, and pressed a wet fingertip in.
    “Oh God.”
    I closed my mouth over his hole and pressed my tongue in where my finger had been. I was high on the scent of maleness, and sex.
    Jacob was really moaning now, a string of encouraging sounds, and tilting his ass as if maybe angling it just right would encourage me to cram in something bigger and stiffer than my tongue. Seeing him beg like that with his body, his mega-ripped, rock hard body, was a total rush.
    The lube was cold, but warmed to my touch fast. Super slick. I gave my cock a few quick, slippery pumps then swiped my fingertips over Jacob’s ass. He moaned again.
    I didn’t waste any time in pushing in. Tight, so tight. I hadn’t barebacked with anyone since I was a teenager, and it always shocked me, the molten hot wetness of Jacob’s body squeezing at my cock. I started slow, because neither of us were particularly accustomed to me serving it up to him, but his hole was so deliciously slick I ended up buried in just a few thrusts.
    The musculature of his back shifted as his ribcage heaved, and he drank in great, loud breaths, still moaning, still encouraging me with his sighs and the needy arching of his spine.
    “Fuck me. Jack me off.” The words were half-buried in moans and groans and breathing. Jacob usually has no problem at all doing the dirtiest dirty-talk, but not now, not with my dick up his ass.
    Everything would’ve been perfect, if it weren’t for the mirror. I could try to focus on Jacob with his arousal-flushed face, and the chis-eled perfection of his bod from every angle, but there I was right in back of him. Good hair or not, I couldn’t stand to look. Most people in long-term relationships occasionally fantasize that they’re with someone else when they fuck. I wished I was