Chapter 12

He put Dylan on all fours and grabbed his hips hard. The wig annoyed him. The skirt not so much, since he could hike it up and reach what he wanted the most right now. He grinned at the sight of the G-string. If there was one thing from that entire getup he’d let Dylan keep for another romp in the hay, it would be that pink little thing.

Dylan moaned appreciatively as Riley moved his fingers down the string and reached farther, touching his cock through the silky fabric. The thing was rod stiff already, so Riley felt the need to tease a little. “Getting your panties wet for me?”

“Always,” came a muffled reply.

“Then I should end the waiting, right?”

“Fuck me, Riley,” Dylan begged him.

Riley moved a wet finger around the tight hole, teasing it.

“I got ready for you,” Dylan moaned softly. “Push it inside, you’ll see what I mean.”

Riley hummed contently as he moved his finger deeper. The little punk had come prepared, all lubed, although he was still tight as fuck. He replaced his finger with his cock and began pushing it inside. It was going in, but the squeeze was fantastic. Yeah, that was the kind of hole he wanted to fuck all his life if he could help it.

“Fuck this shit,” he groaned and grabbed Dylan by the back of his neck, pushing the artificial strands of hair aside. With the risk of upsetting the damn thing, he moved his hand upward until he reached the real hair underneath and made a fist in it.

Dylan seemed to be quite happy and moaned shamelessly. It was a half-pained moan, and Riley knew that it had to be because that hole was still tight, and he was going at it a bit fast, but after so much time with nothing but his hand to keep him company, he wasn’t going to stop. He held Dylan with his head down and began slamming into him from behind, making the other’s body tremble.

“Now this is what I call a good bitch,” he joked.

Dylan seemed to take it as a praise because he bucked his hips back into Riley’s crotch to contribute to his own manhandling. That only made things better, and Riley could feel his entire cock getting a proper workout from root to tip. Dylan knew how to use that ass and milk a man’s cock properly.

Riley came with a long grunt and held Dylan’s ass so hard that red marks remained where his fingers had been.

“Better?” Dylan asked.

Riley smacked one round butt cheek and made it jiggle briefly. “You can bet your sweet ass.” Dylan tried to move, but Riley held him back. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.”

“Really? Even a man like you must need a bit of time to reload,” Dylan said back.

“Not when it’s your ass wrapped so tightly around my cock. I’m going to use you through and through, sweetie.”

“At least let me straighten my wig,” Dylan begged.

“No way. I don’t like you much in it, and you should pay the price.”

“It was the only way to get inside, and it’s only because the usual stuff is away on leave that I could come.”

“Well, good thinking on your part, sweetie, but you wanted a conjugal, so you’re getting one.”

Riley wasted no more time with words. He needed to get his fill, since what followed after would be only long days with nothing but his hand again. His cock knew the deal, too, and it got back to its full length while feeling mighty good inside Dylan’s ass. There was some dripping involved, too, as he could feel, and it was his jizz flowing out of Dylan’s tight hole. He intended to put a lot more inside, so he began to move again.

“Wow,” Dylan whispered. “You’re that good.”

The praise was said like it was hard to believe, so Riley took to smacking to fuckable ass, from the left and from the right, as it suited him best. Dylan protested meekly, so Riley increased the force of each slap. Finally, Dylan seemed to have had enough. “I won’t be able to sit on my ass for a week if you continue like that.”

“I very much intend to do that to you, so don’t complain. You came to me, wiggling your ass in a pink thong or whatever that thing is called. By the way, keep it. Nah, buy new ones. Once I’m out, I want to rip the panties off you a hundred times or so.”

Dylan’s breathing deepened. It looked like Riley could use more than his cock to get that guy in the mood. “Oh, fuck, Riley, yes, yes, use me,” he begged.

Another load was coming, and Riley held back to the point that he was going a bit mad, and then poured another one in Dylan’s tight ass. This time, he pulled back a little and watched his cum gushing out. He laughed and teased the hole, pulling at the cheeks and parting them as far as possible so that he could enjoy the sight of all that man juice coming out of his own private bitch.

“Wow, you’re going to walk out of here with a belly full of cum,” Riley commented.

“You’re so full of yourself,” Dylan commented.

That sealed his fate. Riley worked his cock with his hand a couple of times and then put it back with a satisfied groan. “No, you are,” he joked.

“Fucker,” Dylan said, but he sounded like he was enjoying himself, too.

“Damn, your ass feels so good. By the way, just to make it clear, you’re not allowed to let others fuck you.”

“That goes without saying, Riley.”

“Good. Now let me fuck you properly.”

“And what happened until now?”

Riley laughed. Dylan had a healthy sense of humor, too. But he didn’t intend to make him laugh. He had completely other plans.

How many times have there been already? Dylan had lost count, as Riley’s constant hammering had pushed him over the edge a couple of times already, and that lousy pink thong was now drenched in cum. He would walk out of there smelling like a gangbang whore. Not that he hadn’t been in that position before, but it was a lot better when it was just one guy doing the whole gangbanging.

Riley seemed to have the stamina for it, too. Dylan’s ass made all sorts of squelching sounds. Damn, he was so full, and it still felt like either of them got enough. They had been going at it for some time, too, and Dylan could only hope that no one would interrupt them. Cashel had assured him that they didn’t put cameras in the conjugal rooms, and he had done the same kind of sweeping he had seen Riley doing, applying a few ideas offered by Cashel, too, but it still felt like they were in a strange place, and their time was short.

He used his ass muscles, exhausted as he felt, to squeeze more out of Riley. Since he needed to keep the appearances just in case, the wig remained on, as the rest of his clothes. But underneath that travesty, his entire body burned, his nipples ached to be touched, and there was a part of him still longing for more of Riley, even though they should have both been satisfied with having this.

Riley finally pulled out for a real break, this time, and Dylan got to his wobbly feet by himself. He took in the handsome man sprawled on the bed, his cock out, still dripping juice, and Dylan found himself overcome by hunger. He dropped to his knees and began licking Riley’s cock, sucking the last drops, lapping greedily at each of them.

Riley caressed his cheek and his thumb rested at the corner of Dylan’s mouth. “Lick my balls and ass, too.”

Dylan didn’t wait to be told twice. He helped Riley out of his prison pants, and then he was hard at it. He took the heavy balls in his mouth, one at a time since he couldn’t handle more than that. Then, satisfied with having his mouth full, he moved lower and began licking Riley’s hole. He could tell the guy was enjoying it, but Dylan didn’t do more than that. Riley, and men like him, didn’t get fucked in the ass.

The thought that he was owned by such a man made his dick twitch again. He put one hand between his legs, under the skirt he was wearing, and rubbed his cock through the panties.

Riley’s chuckled made him look up. “Rubbing your clit for me, love?” came the tease.