Page 107 of Hounded
“Lube,” he said. “We need lube."
I glanced at the stack of totes beside us. Sex toys and accouterments were not among the things I’d bothered to pack or lug around with me these past few weeks, but Indy was already retreating.
“It’s this body’s first time, you know, and you’re—” his eyes angled toward my growing erection— “a lot.” He chased the targeted look with a smile. “I mean that in the best possible way. By all means, impale me.”
My chastising look merited a laugh from Indy as he sprung forward to peck a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ve got this.”
I removed my boxers as Indy crawled over to his discarded pants and fished into the pocket. Palming his keys, he sifted through them until he found what looked to be a squeeze bottle of hand sanitizer.
He returned and sat beside me, offering out the tiny,unicorn-shaped bottle.
I shook my head while cringing at the thought of rubbing alcohol all over my dick.
“It’s lube!” Indy popped the cap and dropped a dot onto his fingers. The liquid was milky pink and, as he demonstrated, surprisingly viscous. “And it’s bubblegum flavored.” He bounced his brows, then stuck those same fingers into his mouth and swirled them around in a way that made my cock pulse.
“Well, it’s going in your ass, so…”
“Sure is.” Indy smirked. “It’ll make a nice little treat for you later.”
My erection strained in the open air, and I groaned.
He held the bottle out once more, and I hesitated before taking the whole key fob in my hand. I frowned at the rubber horse stamped with the words “You’re Magical” before giving a scoffing snort.
Indy shimmied out of his underwear, then clambered onto my lap, leaving enough space for me to squirt out a bit of lube and coat my shaft with it. It smelled like bubblegum, too, tickling my nose.
The keys hit the metal truck bed with a clatter, and Indy scooted the rest of the way forward, pressing his dick against my belly. “Fuck me, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “I wanna feel you.”
I reached around behind him, and his hips canted forward as my lube-slicked finger teased his asshole. His breaths slowed to match mine as I pressed in. The gradual stretch as I entered drove a moan out of him.
I kissed him as I eased a second finger in. His legs twitched, and he squirmed as my hand moved deftly inand out. His hands found my shoulders, and he shifted ever so slightly, rising and falling as I worked his ass.
“More…” The word rushed out on his sigh. “Stretch me, baby. I can take it.”
Curling my fingers toward his prostate made him yelp. He clapped his hand over his mouth, stifling the next cry as I repeated the motion. Stroking while sliding in and out, I added a third digit.
The guttural sound that rumbled out of him flushed my body with heat.
With a final twist, I pulled out of him. He leaned back, chasing my touch until I grabbed his hips and tugged him forward. He rose onto his knees and straddled me as I cupped his side with one hand and used the other to guide my dick to his entrance.
He was loose enough, but still tight and hot as I eased in. The immediate cinching sensation wrung the air from my lungs until I was breathless and fully seated inside him.
Indy stuttered something indistinct, and his head tipped onto my shoulder. With his face beside mine, I could hear every swallow, hiss, and gasp. It was like music, a song I knew how to play. I sometimes thought I expressed myself best this way, more with actions than the words that often eluded me. I could love Indy with my body, with the skills I’d learned on my back. Jonathan meant it as a disparagement, but it gave me power here.
I thrust into Indy while peppering him with kisses. His cheeks, his lips, his forehead, his nose, until he was giggling between groans. Scooting forward, he wrapped his legs around my waist and rocked his hips against me.
His asshole clenched around my cock, and I whined.
“Oh, baby,” he said, his voice husky, “I like that sound.”
He tightened again, rising up then riding back down. The plunging strokes went from my dick to my brain, sparking like a live wire.
We found our rhythm, moving in tandem. It was like we both believed if we stayed connected, intertwined, that we could hold onto this moment, to these versions of ourselves.
Indy threw one arm across my back, pulling while pushing up, then gripped his dick with his other hand. Matching the tempo of his hips with his wrist, he worked his cock while I worked him.
The combined sensation proved too much a few strokes in. Indy released himself and clung to me instead, holding on with my cock sheathed in him.
