Page 52 of Grumpy Bear

Coleman writhed, fisting the quilt, struggling like someone caught in a dream. I reached for his hand and placed it on my head, and now, given permission, he laced his fingers through my hair and held me in place, slowly fucking my face.

He cursed and pleaded nonsense, his hips finding a harder, deeper rhythm. I pulled his balls away from his body and tickled them with my fingers until I felt his belly contract against my forehead as he began to rise up off the bed.

I pulled my head free. “Not yet.”

With an evil chuckle he squinted at me. “I was so fucking close.”

“You don’t think I knew that?” I climbed his body until my knees were under his arms, trapping the length of his cock between his belly and the cleft of my ass. He reached around, grabbing my hips, pulling me against him, trying to grind up into me.

I thumbed his nipples, and he swore, starting to buck, throwing me off balance.

I caught myself with my hands on either side of his head and kissed him, my hair falling around our faces. The angle exposed my ass, and within seconds his drooling cock was nudging at my hole again.

He smirked up at me. “This enough connection for you?”

I cupped his face tenderly, and his smirk died. The bucking and grinding slowed beneath me.

“Yeah. Unless you’re still thinking nothing’s going to happen.”

“Har har,” he deadpanned. “You’re never gonna let that one go, are you?”

“Not anytime soon.”

He started pressing against my hole again. The aim, the angle, the slickness brought us right back to the inevitable.

He stopped again, frowning at me in obvious concern. “You can’t afford PrEP, can you?”

I shook my head. “I can’t even afford basic insurance.”

He growled—a frustrated, unspoken comment on healthcare access—but he kissed the tip of my nose. “It’s okay. I got you.” He rolled me off him and rummaged in a nearby drawer. He tossed a condom packet and a bottle of lube at me, and I caught them.

I motioned for him to lie back down. “I want to ride you. At least to start. You’re kinda huge.”

He snorted. “I am not huge.”

“That's debatable. But nevertheless, it’s been a while.”

He lay back dutifully, adjusted a pillow, and crossed his ankles, watching me as I reached around to apply lube to myself. “Need some help there?”

“I got it.” I flicked the condom packet at him. “But feel free to do your part.”

He rolled his eyes and suited up, sticking his tongue out comically like getting his monster dick covered in latex was some Herculean task.

I sat on him faster than I’m sure either of us expected. I hadn’t wanted someone inside me this badly in a very long time if ever. True desire and connection made all the difference in the world.

Once I was fully seated on his lap, he pulled my face close to his, but we didn’t kiss. We stared at each other and began to move together slowly.

“Hard enough?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Tight enough?”

He groaned and began lifting his ass off the bed, lifting me with him, doing these little bounces when he couldn’t go any farther. Sweat broke out all over my body.

He growled again, a mixture of lust and frustration, and with no warning, he flipped us both over, driving my knees back like he had before so he could watch his cock disappearing into me.

“Luke.” He didn’t say my name much, and I’d never heard him say it with desperate wonder.