He Gets It In The End

The night didn't end with you hopping in that cab. It didn't end with
you leaving me standing on that corner, where the wind was cutting
through everything but me because you had me so turned on I could have
been naked in the snow and the snow would have melted. It didn't end
because I wasn't imagining that the soul-searing kiss I saw you give
her was not only for your pleasure, but to entice me as well.

You changed your mind in the cab ride home, after a short block
deciding you still wanted to play. You had the cabbie turn around and
catch me on the corner. It was easy, you knew where I was going, and I
wasn't in any rush to get there. Not to mention, I was still in a daze
from seeing you drop to your knees to entice her. I could still see
you tenderly licking her thighs. I didn't watch you for long. That
treasure was yours to enjoy, and I didn't want to intrude much. But I
did see the pleasure in her eyes, I knew when your tongue had found
that special spot. Her eyes sliding shut told me that what you were
doing was not only practiced, but also pleasurable for you both. I did
see you gaze up at her from your knees. Not so much to seek approval,
but to let her see the gleam in your eyes.

The cab caught up to me and you rolled down the window as I was
crossing the street. Knowing I would jump at the chance to explore
your body, you were intentionally vague and teasing when you called
out "Hey, Jeff". I wasn't paying attention, not only because there are
more cabs than people in Manhattan, but because Jeff wasn't my name.
It was our little joke. You let your voice hang in the air, confident
that I would realize that you were speaking to me indirectly. You were
right of course. Men were no mystery to you. Although I was still
intoxicated from watching you let her examine your panties, while you
were still wearing them, and I could still see her finger searching
for the crotch I was able to feel your presence. I turned to see you
opening the cab door and motioning for me to get in.

The ride went wordlessly, mostly because I was kissing you. Reveling
in your beauty, your scent and your sensuality. I leaned in to kiss
you, cupping your face and gazing longingly into your eyes. Someone
like me is normally too romantic for you, but you had a sweet tooth
tonight. My eyes slid shut and my tongue snaked out to tentatively
taste your lips. Running across them before diving into your mouth.
The entire evening became a blur in that moment. I'm not sure at what
point my hands strayed from your face, but they managed to find their
way first to your breasts, then further south between your thighs.
Your hands were no less curious as they explored the back of my neck
under my too long hair. Shortly after gliding down my back, they were
firmly grasping my ass. Squeezing it, as if gauging the ripeness of a
melon. The cab ride was over before either of us realized.

The transition between the cab and your bed seemed instantaneous.
After we stripped each other, I told you I wanted to give you a
massage. You dug into a nearby drawer, which happened to contain
several containers of scented oils, and handed me one before lying
down on your stomach before me. I poured the oil into my palms,
warming it in my hands before rubbing it into your silken skin. A low
moan escaped your lips as I untied the knots and released the kinks in
your muscles. I concentrated mostly on your back, neck and shoulders,
but occasionally wandered through the valley of your buttocks. You
were alive under my touch, and at the same time drifting away.

My fingers danced down your spine, across the peaks and valleys of
your back. Past your buttocks, headed south to your thighs. Putting my
thumbs on the pressure points just below your butt, allowing my
forefingers to graze your sex. Teasing you as I relaxed your leg
muscles. As relaxed as you were though, you were becoming restless.
Your mind focused on the real reason you wanted to get me back to your
place. This was nice, but you didn't want nice any more.

Slowly you rolled over under me. You pulled me in for a kiss before
telling me to lie down. We changed positions, as I lay down under you
my erection straining to touch the ceiling you reminded me what you
had in mind. A wicked grin formed on your lips as you told me to roll
over. You grabbed my cock playfully as I rolled over hiding it from
view and presenting you with my ass. You picked up the oil, and
drizzled it from some height down my back, and into my crack. As you
pressed down on me, working the oil into my skin you also, possibly
intentionally, made my cock grind into your bed. As your fingers
worked the oil into the crack of my ass you had me almost
involuntarily humping your sheets. I was moaning quite loud, and you
were enjoying the anticipation you were building in my body.

I was chewing on your pillows when you stopped touching me. Afraid to
look up as I heard you open a drawer. I knew what you were getting. I
was quivering with anticipation yet I dared not move. I knew you were
lubing it up and putting it on. I was unconsciously arching my back
upwards searching for what I knew was to come. Whimpering pitifully as
the sheets grazed my cock, every nerve heightened and threatening to
make me cum uncontrollably.

I felt your bed shift as you positioned yourself. I tensed slightly as
your inner thighs touched the outside of my thighs. Leaning forward,
your hands on my shoulders bracing yourself. The cool slippery tip of
the toy you chose to wear tonight suddenly touching my spine, above my
ass. Teasingly dragging it lower, you swiped it between my cheeks like
a credit card without actually penetrating me. I was pushing back
against you, shifting onto my knees as you backed up to let me do so.
Reaching around with a lubed hand you caressed my cock. I humped
forward into your hand, forgetting what was looming large behind me
momentarily. You reminded me by leaning forward, wedging the tip
between my cheeks. Your hand subtly sped up, and I wanted to rock
between the strap-on and your hand but you held me still with two
words. Lying across my back, as the pebbles of your nipples dug into
my back, you breathed into my ear "hold still".

You released my cock from your grip, leaving me pulsing and on the
verge of release. I folded my hands in front of me and laid my head on
them forming a perfect right triangle with the bed as a base. You
suddenly smacked my ass causing me to jerk back and impale myself
further on your new sex. Grabbing both my cheeks and spreading me you
slowly leaned forward, easing into me. Pausing every so often to allow
me to adjust to your invasion. My only movement was the rippling of my
ass from your playful smacks, and the twitching of my cock, which
cooled only slightly since your letting go of it. I was eager to cum,
but more eager to impress you and show you that I could do as you
asked.

I felt your thighs touch my ass as you slid the last millimeter of the
strap-on into me. It felt as if it penetrated me so completely that it
wasn't my cock straining between my thighs. My cock became an
extension of the toy. Through a haze I heard you ask me if I liked the
sensation of you filling me so completely, and I could only moan in
reply. I was lost and incoherent. You smacked my ass again causing me
to jump slightly, bringing me back, but not quite. I managed a
strained and amazingly coherent "Please fuck my ass".

You eased back slightly, only allowing a tiny bit of the strap-on to
escape. Then, back into me. Agonizingly slow, you eased back allowing
just a fraction more to escape this time. And back into me again. Each
time, just a little further. You built a rhythm like that, until
almost the entire length of the strap-on was sawing into and out of
me. Gradually, you built up speed, as if you were a downhill racer
using the terrain to speed you to your destination. It wasn't until I
heard you moaning that I realized that the way the strap-on was
attached to you enabled you to feel some pleasure too.

I almost thought I was going to get off humping the air like that.
With you pounding my ass mercilessly. Your moans echoing off the walls
now, competing with mine. You reached between us, cradling my nuts in
your hands. Taking me closer to the edge as you alternately massaged
them and pulled them downward. Slowing suddenly on an inward stroke
when I was fully impaled you leaned forward letting your nipples graze
my back again. Your hands coming up under me, cupping my pecs and
urging me upward into a kneeling position which matched your own. You
stayed frozen like that for what seemed an eternity. Biting my
shoulder and earlobe.

Your hands began to ease down my chest, but I still refused to move
mindful of your earlier admonishment to stay still. I sighed as your
hands flitted teasingly over my stomach and your teeth nipped at my
shoulder. My ass clenched tightly around the strap-on still wedged to
the hilt in my eager ass. I begged you "Please finish me, make me
cum". You were playful, but not heartless. My cock seemingly leapt
into your hand, as you made a ring of your thumb and forefinger around
its base. My precum mingled with the lube still left on your hand as
you stroked my cock with a firm grip. You urged me to fuck your hand,
freeing me of the spell, which held me still. I almost came on the
spot when you kissed my spine.

Humping your hand I began rocking back and forth between the sheath
you made for my cock with your fingers, and the plastic splitting my
ass. I was groaning and quivering uncontrollably, delirious from the
pleasure. In no time at all, "Oh my God I'm gonna cum" and "Oh yes"
became my mantra. Chanting between groans as my cock started to twitch
in your grip. With a final cry of "Fuck me I'm cumming!" I came into
the towel you had waiting in your other hand. My cock pulsed jet after
jet seemingly endlessly as your hand milked every last drop from me.
It was still twitching as you eased the strap-on out of me and I
kissed you over my shoulder.

Smiling at you I said "Your turn"

But that's another story.