Page 117 of Bend

Sliding my hand into my shorts, I pull my cock out. I spit into my palm, before firmly wrapping my hand around my cock and pumping. Once, twice, spreading my spit across my shaft, my tongue darting out across my lips as I take in the sight of him.

Eager and desperate for me.

I line up, pressing the head of my cock against his spit-slick hole.

“Bloody Christ, look at you,” I praise, voice husky.

I sink in slow, one long, deliberate thrust until my hips meet his arse and my balls press tight against him.

His breath catches, a broken moan spilling from his lips as his body stretches around me.

“Fuck, Thorne. Your cock feels so good,” he pants.

“Attaboy,” I growl, gripping his hips. “Taking my cock so fucking well. Such a good, greedy hole—clenching round me, pulling me in. This is what you wanted, ain’t it.”

I start to move, steady and deep, each thrust dragging my cock almost all the way out before sliding back in.

The wet slap of skin on skin mixes with his soft, desperate sounds.

“That’s it,” I murmur, leaning in close, my lips brushing his ear. “Moan for me, Wolfe. Let me hear how much you need this cock. Been waiting so long to feel you wrapped round me like this again—tight, hot, bloody fucking perfect.”

Wolfe pushes back to meet every thrust, his cock hard and leaking between his legs. “Harder—please, Thorne—want to feel you.”

I give him more, hips rolling faster, my balls slapping against him with every stroke.

Sweat beads on my chest and drips down my spine. I reach around and wrap my fist around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

“Fucking hell. You beg so pretty,” I praise, voice thick with lust.

Wolfe shudders, his cock pulsing in my hand. “Yes—fuck—Thorne, don’t stop—”

I bite down on the back of his neck, sucking a dark mark into his skin. “That’s right. Cum for me. Cumon in my hand while my cock is buried inside you like the good lad you are.”

Wolfe’s whole body locks up.

He comes with a hoarse cry, thick ropes of cum splattering across the tree bark and my knuckles. His hole spasms around me, milking my cock, and I fucking lose it.

I thrust in deep one last time before I cum hard, but I don’t stop.

I keep moving through it, pushing my load deeper until it starts to leak out around my cock and drip down his thighs.

The bonfire crackles in the distance.

Neither of us moves to pull away.

We stay locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed to the rough bark. My arms wrap around his waist, holding him up when his legs shake. The ocean keeps roaring. The bonfire crackles up the beach near the house..

Wolfe turns his head, finds my mouth, and kisses me slow and deep.

“Still panicking?” he whispers.

“Bit.” I add with a panted breath.

He laughs, quiet and warm.

“I’m not.” He adds.

That shuts me up.