Chapter 19
HAWKE
I’d promised myself to be gentle with Tate, but watching him finger fuck himself had done me in.
My entire body was burning with need and my only hope was that I could keep my lust in check so that I wouldn’t hurt him when I entered him.
The reminder of what I’d done to him two nights ago actually sobered me in a way that words couldn’t and as I settled my weight on top of Tate as I kissed him, I calmed my mind and focused on his needs rather than my own.
Because this time I would make it perfect for him.
Just in case it was the last time.
I hadn’t been a hundred percent sure Tate would give himself to me after we’d left the drug store considering how distant he’d been from the time we’d left Lulling.
From the moment I’d heard Reggie say Buck and Denny had aligned themselves with another drug dealer, I’d known Tate’s role in helping me find his father and brother had come to an end.
Because while I was sure I could handle myself in any situation that came up in Laredo or wherever my journey would ultimately lead me, I wasn’t as certain I could protect Tate.
And that had sealed it for me. I would keep my promise to Tate that he was going home to his son, and I would spend however many hours we had left trying to get as much of him as I could.
With that thought in mind, I eased off on the demanding kiss and just pressed gentle kisses against Tate’s lips until his harsh breathing eased and he began to seek out more of my mouth.
I let him take control of the kiss and reveled in the feel of his tongue sliding against mine.
His arms came up to wrap around me, but the lack of contact between his skin and mine was a reminder that I was still wearing my shirt.
I lifted just enough to pull it off, but Tate followed me up and wrapped his arm around my waist as he continued kissing me.
I was on my knees between his spread legs and had a choice of trying to maintain the awkward angle or lowering Tate back to the floor.
But as he pressed closer to me, I made up my mind and sat back on my heels, pulling Tate along with me so that he was straddling my lap.
He took complete advantage of the new position and held my face as he kissed me with everything he had.
His palms were pressed against my sides and I shivered as one hand stroked over my scarred flesh while the other hand settled on my left pectoral muscle…
right over the spot where Revay’s words were tattooed on my skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Hawke,” Tate whispered as he drew back from me a little bit. “So strong.” His eyes held mine and he shook his head just a little bit. “I ache for you,” he added and I could tell just by the open yearning in his gaze that he didn’t mean just physically.
I waited for the expected shame to flood through me as I realized I knew exactly what he was feeling, but it wasn’t there.
I didn’t know what to make of that and I didn’t have time to consider it because Tate’s hand drifted down to grip my cock and I groaned.
I stole into Tate’s mouth as he began stroking me and my promise to go slow disintegrated when he lowered his hand enough so that he could rub the pad of his finger over the sensitive skin behind my balls.
I lowered Tate back to the floor and searched out the discarded bottle of lube at the same time that I kicked off my shoes and socks and shed my pants and underwear.
By the time I managed to get some lube on my shaky fingers so I could slather it over my cock, Tate had lifted and separated his legs so that I had an unfettered view of his quivering hole.
I scooted forward and added some more lube to the opening and then placed the head of my dick against it.
Excitement flooded my entire system as I lifted my eyes to see Tate’s hungry gaze on me.
He wanted this…me. No, he needed it. Just like I did.
I pressed forward slowly and dropped my eyes so I could watch Tate’s body open to accept me. It wasn’t until my leaking crown sank inside of him that Tate made a sound and when I looked up, I saw he had his eyes closed and his head thrown back.
“Tate-”
Tate shook his head before I could even continue and then his beautiful, bright, mismatched eyes opened and settled on me. “It feels so good, Michael,” he breathed. “So good.”
I nodded in understanding at the unfettered emotion in both his voice and gaze and I pressed forward a little more before pulling back and pushing in again.
Tate gasped in pleasure and he released one of his legs long enough to reach his fingers down to cover my hand where it was pressed against the spot where his hip met his groin.
I kept up the gentle rocking motion until I was completely seated inside of him and then I leaned forward to kiss him.
I maneuvered my arms so that his legs were draped over them and the moment his hands were free, he grabbed the back of my head so I couldn’t escape his kiss.
Not that I wanted to…not even for a second.
Tate’s body was gripping me so tight that I was sure I could come without even moving, but even if I’d wanted to stay like that forever, my body had other ideas.
I pulled out of him and surged forward, capturing his moan as I did so.
I repeated the move until I was sliding through his insanely tight heat with little resistance.
Tate was still kissing me, but as his inner muscles began to tighten even more around me, he pulled his head back and looked down our bodies to where we were joined.
His eyes were bright with excitement, his full, glistening lips open as he sucked in drags of air.
“Oh God,” he cried out as I began thrusting into him harder.
“Yes, right there!” he shouted and dropped his head and grabbed at my arms with his hands.
It took me a moment to realize that a subtle shift of my hips was causing me to nail his prostate every time I surged into him.
I slowed down dramatically and when Tate’s eyes flew open, I jammed my hips forward.
He shouted in pleasure. I did it over and over again until he was whimpering with need and his hands were closing over my ass in a desperate attempt to force me to give him what he needed.
But instead of slamming into him again, I stopped all together.
“Michael, please,” he said as the air seesawed in and out of him.
But I didn’t move or speak. I just looked at him, trying to take in as much of him as I could in that moment. Because there’d only been one other person who’d looked so utterly perfect to me…who’d been all I’d ever needed or wanted.
Until now.
Until Tate.
I moved my arms, releasing Tate’s legs, and he instantly wrapped them around my back. At some point he’d quieted beneath me, but none of the need had gone away. And I suspected he knew I was going through something more…something bigger than just finding my pleasure in his body or giving him his.
I dropped down to kiss him and reached for his arms. He understood right away what I wanted and dropped his hands from my shoulders where they’d been resting and linked his fingers with mine.
I settled our joined hands on either side of his head, kissed him once more, and then began moving.
But where I was frantic before, I was almost reluctant now. Because I didn’t want it to be over.
I rolled my hips and flexed my ass as I powered into him and every time I pulled back, Tate clamped down on me with his inner muscles.
The give and take continued as I surged into him over and over, painfully slow.
My orgasm built with every thrust and drag, but it was both slow and strong and soon became almost unbearable.
And Tate was my perfect counter because he matched everything I did, rolling his hips at the right exact time to suck me inside of him or to let me slide out.
I had no doubt whatsoever that his orgasm was consuming him the same way mine was.
As my balls began to draw up tight against my body and electricity fired up and down my spine, I began slamming into Tate harder.
His body kept shifting along the carpet despite his legs being wrapped around me, so I released one of his hands and clamped it down on his shoulder.
I felt his free hand snake between our bodies so he could jerk himself off and the feel of the backs of his fingers pressed against my groin only drove me higher.
“Harder,” Tate ordered suddenly, his voice harsh in the quiet room.
I pounded into him and kept angling my hips until I saw his mouth open wide on an empty scream.
His free hand came up to wrap around my arm that was still pressed against his shoulder and he began calling my name every time I hit his gland.
A few more strokes and he shouted in relief as his orgasm slammed into him.
I managed to stave off my own release so I could watch him come and it was only when his fingers loosened on my arm just a little bit that I let go myself.
I dropped my lips to Tate’s neck and let out a muffled curse as my climax rocked through me.
The brutal orgasm was so intense that my vision actually dimmed and I was sure my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. Tate moaned as my hot cum filled him and the feel of it bathing my own dick as I continued to saw in and out of him instantly triggered a powerful aftershock.
The pleasure seemed endless and I couldn’t have even begun to guess how long it went on for.
It wasn’t until I felt fingers threading through my hair that I even started to become aware of my surroundings.
Tate’s warm body continued to cradle mine and he was pressing soft kisses against my temple as he held me to him.
I didn’t have enough strength to even lift my head to seek out his mouth, but I did manage to roll us enough so that Tate was lying on top of me.
We’d managed to stay connected during the change in position and I groaned when Tate twisted his hips and then lifted just a little bit before sliding back down on me.
I lifted my hands to close over his ass to help him bring us both gently down and opened my mouth when he sought entry.
“You okay?” Tate asked after several minutes passed and his body finally stilled on top of mine .
I nodded. “You?”
Tate smiled against my mouth. “That was…” He shook his head, unable to continue.
“I know,” I said with a laugh. I had enough strength to get us both to a sitting position and the move finally forced my softening cock from his body. Tate wrapped his legs around me and pressed gentle kisses against my neck and collar bone, before finally resting his chin on my shoulder.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he whispered.
Me too .
But I didn’t say that. Because I couldn’t.
Even if it was the truth.