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Well, he’d had a clue, hence the visit to the leather club, but… But that had been years ago, when he’d thought all he’d ever have were one-offs with strangers.
    He knew Andy, even if it was just barely. It was still more than Salt had experienced with any other man. It sure seemed like Andy knew him, too.
    Andy pushed what had to be at least two fingers into Salt’s ass and Salt quit thinking of anything but the way that stretch and burn made him feel. He wished he could part his legs, wished he had more freedom of movement, but there was something extremely hot about being unable to do more than squirm, too.
    Plus, if Andy fucked him like that, his ass would be squeezing Andy’s dick so tight it might just blow Andy’s mind.
    Andy thrust those fingers in hard and fast. “You can take it, right? Take it rough, cowboy?”
    “Yeah,” Salt managed to get out. He was reeling just a bit from discovering that he did and could want it rough, but later he’d analyse that. Or not.
    “Fucking perfect,” Andy told him. Another finger was worked into him and Salt panted his way through it. He hadn’t had anything up his ass, not even his own fingers, in a few years. Maybe even longer. Usually, he’d topped on the few occasions anal sex had happened. Seemed to be expected of him. There’d been a time or two he’d bottomed—like at the leather club. He’d liked it, thought he could love it if given the chance, but hadn’t been given the opportunity.
    Until Andy. He’d wanted Andy to fuck him since he’d first seen the man.
    Andy wasn’t gentle prepping Salt, and Salt was damned glad. He’d have been offended to be treated like he was fragile, and he was learning new things about himself every time Andy shoved those fingers in deep.
    Then Andy touched his prostate, just a whisper of contact, and Salt’s eyes whipped open as he jolted. “Again!”
    Andy slapped his hip. “Bossy.” But he did it again and Salt began to tremble with the force of holding himself back.
    Andy purred and slapped Salt’s cock. “Hold on, cowboy.”
    Pain shot down Salt’s length, but oddly enough, it didn’t make him go soft, not at all. If anything, his dick got even harder. He was dimly aware of Andy cursing, then those fingers were gone, leaving Salt empty. He started to raise his head up and protest, but the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open shut him up.
    There was the cool, runny feel of lube sliding down his crease, then Andy was back to fingering his hole, working the slick stuff inside him. It only took a minute, then Andy withdrew his fingers and settled behind Salt. He reached under Salt again and clutched the tip of his dick. Andy squeezed it, at the same time lining his fat cock up to Salt’s hole.
    When Andy thumbed Salt’s slit, he also thrust, pushing fully into Salt’s ass. It was a quick, sharp piercing pain that tore through Salt, then pleasure saturated him as wholly as possible. He keened and tried to arch, but Andy bent over him and began pounding into him, short, hard thrusts, long, deep ones—there was no particular rhythm, as if Andy just gave way to his body’s needs.
    He kept working the tip of Salt’s dick with a lube-slicked hand, too. Salt clawed at the bedcovers as he was fucked wildly. He felt the scrape of teeth over his nape at the same time Andy pushed a fingertip hard against his slit.
    Salt’s balls drew tight. He clenched all over, his ass grabbing greedily at Andy’s shaft. Andy bellowed and hammered into him harder, the bed squeaking in protest as Salt was rammed against it repeatedly. The moan that left him sounded almost unworldly, but the ecstasy that was flooding him seemed unworldly too.
    Andy bit him harder, and Salt came so hard and fast he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream. He was so dizzy it seemed like the entire world tipped and tilted. Andy’s pressure to Salt’s slit just made the spunk pour out of Salt.
    Andy shouted and drove in with even greater force.