Chapter 53
CHARLIE
Myles's eyes go wide as I pull back, letting my length slide halfway out of him before his grip on my thigh is urging me back, his fingers digging into my flesh as I roll my hips, sinking into him again. He’s so tight and silky-soft around me that it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open and my gaze fixed on his face.
And ohmigod, I don’t want to miss even a single moment of him.
When I rock into him next, I can see the taut muscles of his jaw go slack as the tension in his face melts into pleasure.
Every bit of the heat from before still burns in his eyes, but the flickers of nerves are totally gone, replaced by a glassy neediness that’s enough to drive me wild.
His body is pliant in my arms, his skin hot beneath my hands.
“Being with you…like this…so much better than anything I’d ever imagined,” I whisper breathlessly. It’s the truest thing I think I’ve ever said. No fantasy could ever, ever have lived up to the reality of this moment.
My muscles are quivering, sweat breaking out over my skin with the effort of trying to keep my thrusts slow and smooth as I lean in to brush my lips over his, drinking in the soft trembles of his exhales. He just feels so damn good.
On my next thrust, he arches back to meet me with a low, needy sound, his hand tightening in my hair, his grip on my thigh squeezing just shy of the point of pain as he tugs me deeper.
Our breaths come in ragged gasps and pants, fanning over each other’s lips. Shocks of ecstasy course through me, heating my skin and heightening my senses as I roll my hips, moving in him in a deep, gentle rhythm, angling myself so that I can feel each thrust dragging my crown over his prostate.
So, so good—
And ohhhmigod, the way he’s moving with me, pressing into each rock of my hips like he can’t get enough?
“You like this?”
The answer is already written all over him. It’s in the trembling of his muscles and the open-mouthed, panting heave of his breath. The way his cock leaks and throbs in my hand with each thrust I give him. But I need to hear it. I have to know he’s loving this as much as I hope he is.
“It’s— Fuck, Charlie, it’s…exactly like you said,” he moans as a shudder runs through him. “You’re everywhere. I—I’ve never…never been able to get enough of you, but right now— Like this— Fuck, ohh fuuck— Charlie— Feels so good—”
Ohmigod— It doesn’t matter that he didn’t finish what he’s saying. I know exactly what he means.
His head tips back against the pillow as the speed of my movements increases.
I want to go slowly, to make this last, but I can’t help myself.
Not with the way he’s moaning on each breath now, rocking back to meet my thrusts, circling his hips and grinding against me.
The long, corded column of his throat is exposed, flecked with barely-there stubble, and when I bring my hand up to stroke my fingers over his Adam’s apple, I can feel the vibrations of his groan ripple through my touch.
“I’m…always…in you,” I turn to whisper against the shell of his ear as another shudder jolts through him.
I’m so drunk on the trust and vulnerability of his body arching back against me, the choppy, gasping pants of his breath, his tight channel strangling my length so perfectly, I don’t even know what I’m saying.
All I know is that it’s true. “You’re…a piece of me, Myles.
You always have been…you always will be. Just like I’m…a piece of…you.”
“Always,” he moans as I tug him closer, his fingers at the back of my neck and on my thigh clutching desperately at me as his body quivers with the tension building in his muscles.
My balls are tight and full, slapping against his ass with each thrust, and the pleasure building in me is making my head spin.
My vision’s tunneled down to nothing but Myles, black and fuzzy around the edges, and every nerve in my body is focused on the ecstasy pounding through my cock with each deep, tight thrust until it’s taking all my energy not to come.
“Charlie,” Myles whimpers as I lean in to run my lips over every last inch of his neck I can reach as my hand drifts from his throat, down over his collarbones to his chest, caressing his firm, full pecs, grazing over the dark peaks of his nipples.
“Oh god, ohhh fuck, Charlie— So close. I need— I need—”
“You need…to come?” I’m so close to the edge myself, I can barely get the words out. Under my hands, I can feel the tension in his muscles, and around my cock, I can feel that same tension as his inner walls tighten, making each thrust send me higher and higher.
He gasps, nodding frantically against my shoulder, body twitching and arching back as I swirl my fingers over his nipple. Setting my jaw, I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to slow my breath with the effort not to come yet as I pick up the pace of my movements.
“Ohhh fuuuck, ohhhh yesss,” he breathes when I tighten my grip around his shaft. “Please—”
A sound that’s halfway between a moan and a sob breaks from him as I quicken the glide of my hand, and it’s only another second or two before his body convulses in my arms. His hole clenches down around me, and my eyes fly open, just in time to watch as his dick jerks in my grip, unloading long, hot ropes of cum.
“Charlie! Ohhh Charlie—”
It’s the way he cries out my name that pushes me over the edge.
“Myles, baby—” My hips stutter and my head falls forward as I bury my face in the sweaty heat of his neck as explosive pleasure grips me, the pulsing of his channel around me wringing my orgasm from me so intensely, my breath catches in my chest and my vision whites out.
“I’m coming…coming in you,” I gasp, clinging to him as I drive my cock as deep in his sweet, warm, tight ass as I can, totally drunk on ecstasy and the sound of his ragged, moaning breaths.
Only when I’ve filled him with the last throbbing shot of my cum do I let go of his softening dick, wrapping my shaking arms around him, heedless of the sticky mess I’m leaving on his skin.
The sated hum he lets out as he snuggles back against me lets me know he totally doesn’t mind. If he even notices.
“Ohmigod,” I half sigh, half giggle as I let my weight settle over his broad, muscular back.
Beneath me, Myles lets out a muffled sound of agreement. He’s still reaching back, holding tight to me, and he doesn’t loosen his grip as he presses his ass against my body, like he never wants me to pull out.
Oh baby, I know. Me neither.
My eyelids are heavy and my kisses along the back of his neck and over his shoulder are slow and sleepy by the time my softened cock finally slips free of him.
Myles lets out a quiet gasp at the sensation, and when, totally unable to help myself, I reach down, slipping my fingers through his crease because ohmigod, I have to feel my cum dripping out of him, he rolls his head back, eyes wide.
For a moment, he looks embarrassed, but when I swirl my fingers around his loose, relaxed hole, pushing my cum back into him, he melts, a soft moan escaping his lips. “Holy fuck,” he breathes, “Why is that so hot?”
“You like my cum in you?”
Myles’s cheeks flush as he nods, and ohmigod, I love the totally wrecked, dopey smile that lifts his lips. I will seriously never be able to have enough of this man.
“Good,” I whisper, mind already racing ahead to how badly I want to feel his cum in me too. To know what it’s like to have his release filling me—
Ohmigod, how can I be getting so turned on right after coming so hard like five minutes ago?
“Sometime soon, we’re going to switch, okay?” I drop a kiss to the soft skin just below his ear as I reluctantly pull my fingers away from his hole. It’s the last thing I want, but I need to get us both cleaned up so we can go back to cuddling properly.
“Like you want me to top you again?” He rolls onto his back to watch me as I push up to sit beside him.
“Switching, flipping, whatever you want to call it. Like you top me until you come, and then I top you. Or vice versa.”
His jaw drops, and I can’t help my laugh at the adorable, totally fixated look on his face.
“People do that? Holy shit, Charlie.”
“We’re going to do that,” I correct, and a small puff of breath slips from his parted lips as he nods eagerly. “And yes, people do that.”
“Tonight?”
The eagerness in his voice makes me break into a beaming smile as I laugh, hopping up from the bed. “Not tonight. You’re going to need a break before we do that. Hang on though, I’ll be right back.”
When I climb back into bed with him, warm, damp washcloth in hand, Myles is exactly where I left him. He smiles lazily as I start to run the cloth over him, wiping the cum and lube from his skin, but a second later, a worried look has him opening his eyes wider as he catches hold of my wrist.
“Shit. Charlie, the other night— I should have done this for you, but I was a dick and just cleaned myself up and didn’t think—”
“You are ridiculous.” I lean in, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You have never once in your life been a dick, Myles. Like you said, you didn’t think. That totally does not make you a dick. Now let me do this for you, please?”
The apologetic look isn’t totally gone from his face, but he does as I asked, lying back and letting me finish cleaning him up.
The blanket is a mess of lube and cum too, so after I’m done with Myles, I tug it off the bed, tossing it haphazardly on the floor for laundry later before blowing out the candles and grabbing us a fleecy throw blanket to snuggle under.
The moment we’re back in bed, Myles wraps his arms around me, tugging me against his chest as he throws one heavy, warm leg over my hips. With a happy sigh, I drape an arm over his waist, settling my cheek against the curve of his shoulder in the darkness.
“I’m still sorry,” he whispers against my hair.
“Make it up to me next time?”