Chapter 16 #2
“I was hurt and wanted to prove something to myself.” He shook his head. “Hey.” Shane kissed my shoulder, my neck, and my ear. “I’m here, okay? And I don’t want to be anywhere else. To be here with you is all I need.”
“I’m not blaming you,” I replied, more sourly than I had intended.
“You’re still stiff. And not in a good way.” The word wizard ran his hand over my stomach to my waistband and stroked my cock, which was hard. Maybe not as much as it had been a few minutes ago. But Shane had only himself to blame for that, with his talk about other guys.
He unzipped my pants and slid his hand into my boxer briefs. He immediately wrapped his hand around my dick. The traitor twitched greedily in his grip.
“What about you?” he wanted to know. “Have you met someone?”
“No,” I grunted more than said.
“That’s okay.” Shane could try as hard as he wanted. His tone gave him away.
“You don’t have to be so smug,” I tried to scold him. But instead I moaned.
“I’m not smug,” he claimed. But the laughter in his voice gave him away. “How could I possibly judge something you did or didn’t do at a time when we weren’t even together?”
He gripped my hips tightly and pressed us together. All I could do was hold on to him. I kissed every inch of skin I could reach.
“But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy that no one else has seen any of this before me.”
“This possessive babble doesn’t turn me on at all. You know? This archaic shit is pretty off-putting.” I didn’t know who I was trying to convince with that. It didn’t work with Shane.
“Then I’ll have to step it up a notch.” He took my mouth in a kiss that took my senses away. He ran his fingers between my ass cheeks and tapped against my hole. At that point, I didn’t care what else Shane had to say.
Shane broke our kiss, and I reached for him. Our lips met again, but he was still babbling.
“Aiden is an old friend. In fact, in October, I thought, why not give it a try? But we stopped right away. Uncomfortable doesn’t even begin to describe it. It felt completely wrong. We’re friends. That kind of thing is bad for most friendships.”
Now I pulled away from him and studied his face. His red lips slightly parted, eyes half-closed.
“And our friendship?” We were friends, weren’t we?
Shane slid back further and furrowed his eyebrows. “Of course we’re friends. But this is different. I’ve never had anything comparable to this with anyone else. Have you?”
“I . . . ” What was I supposed to say to that? Shane had his hands on my ass. How was I supposed to answer that question in this situation? “No. It’s different. But what is it? Less? More? What does different mean?”
A smile spread across Shane’s face. His hair hung over his forehead. I gently brushed it out of his eyes.
“I can’t tell you exactly. You feel good.
Being close to you feels good. I love watching you take care of others.
How you’re completely lost in thought, caught up in your notes.
How you cook. How you care for me. And at the same time, this attraction between us is supernatural.
This is not only me, right? I want you close to me.
I want to touch you. I want to kiss you.
At the same time, I also want you to know that I care about you too. That you can rely on me.”
His gaze pierced me. It scratched the back of my head. Penetrating, as if he wanted to give his words more weight.
That was my answer, I guess, about whether Shane was only talking about the past. This happened very much in the present. This was real. At least I hoped it was.
“Or do you see it differently?” he whispered.
I shook my head vigorously. “No. I see it the same way.”
In one leap, I was on top of him, my tongue inside him.
I hastily pulled his shirt off him, then yanked off his pants. Wanted to touch him everywhere at once.
With a grip that almost hurt, Shane grabbed my chin and held it steady while he kissed me. Greedy, demanding, insistent. His tongue thrust into my mouth, gently brushing my lips. He bit down lightly, making me gasp and demanding my full attention.
While he held me, he pushed my briefs over my ass and fumbled between us.
The click of a cap took away the magic of what he was doing, but I was relieved to find that he obviously had lube nearby.
Finally, his gel-covered hand closed around my rock-hard, dripping cock.
Slowly, he moved it up and down. The next moment, he opened his fingers, and his own erection pressed against mine.
He enclosed us both, and I broke the kiss, opened my mouth, and let out a gasp.
“That’s it. You’re hot when you forget everything. When you are in the moment. Show me how much you want it.”
And like a mindless doll who wanted nothing more than to belong to her master, I did what Shane wanted.
I let go. Driven by the urge that gathered in my balls, I thrust into Shane’s fist. Put my hand around his.
Pushed myself into the tight tunnel he had formed for us.
Rubbing myself against the walls of his rough hands.
I smelled Shane. His sweat. His shower gel.
His shampoo. His deodorant. More sweat. His pre-cum, his arousal, pressing between us.
But I didn’t see him anymore. I wanted to feel him.
Perceive him. Behind my eyes, reality disappeared and a white canvas appeared, making room for the stars and sparks that shot out of the corners of my eyes the next moment.
The sensation of being completely overwhelmed ran down my back and emptied itself into Shane’s hand. He pumped us as I came in hot waves.
He continued to rub, and the touch became unbearable for my hypersensitive cock. Whimpering, I pulled away from his hand and fell back onto my back.
Shane pushed himself up slightly, grabbed his hard-on, and rubbed himself over me.
Quickly and aggressively, he moved up and down in violent strokes.
His abdominal muscles tensed further, that the grooves dug unrealistically deep into his abdominal wall.
His sinewy arm worked him, and I lay there helplessly, completely captivated by the sight.
Absolutely exhausted, I lay there and wanted to touch him, to taste him.
Fuck. I raised my hand, but it only reached his thigh.
Beneath it, his muscles tensed, and my cock twitched.
The first warm drops of Shane’s cum hit me like oily balm and a whip lash at the same time. Brought back to life, my cock tried to stir.
And with his mouth open, Shane came on me. He shot his cum on my stomach, in my chest hair, and on my neck.
I felt like I had been branded. In the best possible way.