I lead him inside, nearly tripping over Hawthorne’s gear piled in front of the door.
“You climb?” Aldis asks, picking up the belaying rope and running his thumb across it like he’s absently caressing a lover. Damn, he has nice hands.
“Nope.”
“Not a chatty guy. I can live with that.” He sets the rope back down carefully and steps into my space. The heavy scent of sweat hangs between us, the moment so thick with anticipation that the air around us almost feels like it’s vibrating. “I hope you don’t mind if I keep talking. I have a bit of a thing for dirty talk.” He flashes me a flirty smile, something about his relaxed, playful air easing the tension inside me.
“You can talk all you want, as long as you wreck my hole,” I counter with a grin of my own.
He throws his head back and laughs, the sound so carefree it’s infectious, loosening the knots inside me even more. “That’s a promise.” His hands find their way to my ass, squeezing my cheeks roughly, drawing a deep moan from inside my chest.
“Come on, let’s go to my room.”
“Traditional, I like it,” he says, and I snort, slipping out of his grasp and leading him down the hallway to my bedroom.
My door is barely closed behind us before Aldis has me up against it, slamming our mouths together. I grunt against his lips, the salty taste of our sweat hitting my tongue, along with a sweeter flavor that can only be the man himself. He flattens his large body against mine. It’s just as rock-hard and solid as it looks. His muscles clearly more than show.
Aldis’s body isn’t the only thing that’s hard as fuck either. A slutty moan slips from my lips as he nips at my throat, his erection long and thick as hell against mine. My hole twitches with need, my entire body heating and aching with desperation. Fuck, I need this even more than I realized. I’m too embarrassed to even try to think back to the last time I got laid. Hell, I’ve been going so hard at the gym, trying my damndest to keep Hawthorne off my mind, that I haven’t had the energy to jerk off in fuck knows how long. I’m paying for that now with heavy, sore balls and precum already trickling down my shaft.
I thrust against him, drawing growls and groans, the sounds vibrating against my flesh as he sucks and licks my skin.
“You’re so fucking hot. Jesus, I want to fucking worship every inch of you.” He reaches between us to palm my erection through my shorts, giving my cock a hard squeeze. My eyes roll back and my balls tighten in an instant. “I’m going to stuff your hole until you can’t even see straight, but first, I desperately need to choke on your cock. You don’t mind, do you, baby?”
The only response I can manage is a gasp as he strokes me through my shorts, his grip still just on the edge of pain, which is exactly how I like it. I sag against the door, and his mouth finds mine again, rough and hungry, all tongues and teeth and desperation.
He slips his fingers into the stretchy waistband of my shorts to shove them down while I tangle my fingers in his hair and finally find my footing to match the ferocity of his lips. He gasps around my tongue, the heat of his mouth making me shiver and ache, my cock jerking greedily against him, begging to feel the wet heat for itself.
I kick my shorts off and make a grab for his, yanking them down. His monster cock springs free, slapping against his skin with a thwack before meeting mine. We both moan as we collide again, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, cock to cock. Our kisses grow even more urgent, tongues tangling as we thrust and grope at each other’s shirts, only reluctantly breaking the kiss to discard them.
Once we’re both fully bare, we stumble toward my bed, tumbling onto it. That primal place I was craving finds us easily, our bodies falling into a natural, wild rhythm: humping, grappling, rolling, moaning. This moment is a blur of skin and limbs, the air thick with pheromones and horny sounds. My bed squeaks and groans as we rut against each other.
Aldis rolls me over, climbing on top of me, the weight of his solid body pressing me into the bed. With one more hard kiss, he slides down my body to settle himself between my legs. He doesn’t waste time playing coy or teasing. As far as I’m concerned, we’ve already had more than enough of a warm-up.
A strangled moan tears from my throat as his scorching hot mouth engulfs my throbbing cock. I fist the bedsheets, unable to stop myself from slamming my hips up, forcing my cock down his throat. He gags, the muscles of his throat constricting around me, another burst of precum dribbling from my slit as I wrestle for the control not to fill his throat with my release all too soon. I want him inside me. I want him stretching my hole and pounding my prostate. I want him humping me into the bed like an animal in heat.
Aldis pulls off my cock, his saliva drenching my shaft, dripping down and pooling in my pubes and around my balls. When he only has my head between his lips, he teases my slit with his tongue, making me squirm and pant.
He releases my cock with a wet, slurping sound, letting it bounce against my belly, leaving a damp spot on my skin and in my body hair. He slides down farther, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against my thighs.
“Your body is insane. I want to write fucking love letters to your thighs,” he murmurs before sucking a bruise onto my inner thigh.
The compliment flutters through me, warming me to him even more. I get plenty of compliments on my physique—I’ve even won a few strong man competitions—but there’s something about the reverence in his voice that warms my insides.
“Back at you,” I murmur, mesmerized by the flex of his muscled shoulders in the dim light of my bedroom as he continues to kiss and nip at my skin.
With my impatience mounting, I grope blindly for my nightstand to grab a condom and lube. Thank fuck I keep magnum on hand because that beast of his needs it. My hole flutters eagerly again. I toss the supplies toward him.
Aldis grins, possibly amused at my impatience, maybe finding humor in the fact that I keep extra-large condoms on hand, or maybe, he’s having as much fun as I am. I may need to start bringing more hot dudes home from the gym if it’s going to be like this.
I roll onto my stomach, getting my knees under me for a better angle while he tears open the condom and pours lube on his fingers. I groan at the cool, slick feeling of him spreading the lube around my rim, teasing me with his fingertips before shoving two inside. The burn of the stretch zings through me, setting me on fire from the inside out. My balls start to ache again as he fucks his fingers in and out, his knuckles tugging at my rim, just barely grazing my prostate with each stroke.
“That’s enough,” I grunt. “Put it in me.”
“I should’ve figured you for a bossy bottom.” There’s humor in his voice as he gives my ass a sharp slap and eases his fingers out, leaving me achingly empty again. “Fuck, look at how pretty your hole is, all slick and relaxed,” he praises, squeezing my ass cheeks between his hands again, kneading and parting them until I can feel the skin tugging around my entrance.
Aldis drags his fat shaft over my hole, smearing the lube through my crease. His thick head catches on my rim with the next thrust, making me moan and tremble. I shamelessly shove my ass toward him, wordlessly begging to be filled already.
He mercifully complies, lining himself up and shoving inside. I shout, clenching my hands into fists as he buries himself inside me in one long, hard stroke. I squeeze my eyes closed, my whole body trembling and igniting at the intense fullness. His shaft rests heavily against my prostate, making my cock twitch and leak and my balls tightly constrict, already ready to blow.