Chapter 20 #3
He was going to cum embarrassingly fast, faster than he had since he was a teenager, faster than he could possibly explain or excuse. The pressure was building, coiling tight in his belly, his balls drawing up, his whole body tensing toward release...
Landen pulled off.
Adriel sobbed. Actually sobbed, his cock twitching against his stomach, so close it hurt, so close it was almost painful. The emptiness where Landen's mouth had been was a physical ache.
"Not yet," Landen murmured.
He pressed a kiss to Adriel's inner thigh. "You're going to wait for me." Another kiss. "Can you do that?"
Adriel gasped for breath. His whole body was shaking, every muscle trembling with the effort of holding back.
"I… I don't know," he said.
"You can." Landen's voice was absolute. Certain in a way that left no room for doubt. "I know you can. Because you're so good for me, baby. So perfect."
The praise hit Adriel like a physical force. His eyes flooded. Tears leaked from the corners, tracking down his temples into his hair. He shuddered, overwhelmed, and nodded.
Landen smiled. Then he kissed Adriel's thigh again and reached for the lube.
He prepped him slowly. One finger first, sliding in gently, stretching him.
Landen's mouth stayed busy while his fingers worked; kissing his inner thighs, his belly, the head of his cock when he wasn't too close.
Two fingers next, scissoring gently, opening him up.
Landen watched his face the whole time, reading every micro-expression, tracking every hitch of breath.
Every time Adriel got close, Landen read it in his body and pulled back.
Slowed the fingers. Lifted his mouth. Waited until the trembling subsided before starting again.
The edging was gentle but relentless, a steady climb toward release that kept stopping just short, kept pulling him back from the edge.
By the time Landen added a third finger and crooked them against his prostate, Adriel was begging.
"Landen… please… I need… please…"
Broken sounds. Desperate. Pleading. Words that would have mortified him if he'd had any capacity left for shame.
"Please what, baby?" Landen's voice was wrecked too now. The composure cracking. His breathing ragged, his own cock hard and straining against his stomach, flushed and leaking. "Tell me what you need."
"You," Adriel gasped. "Inside me. Please. I need you inside me. I need..."
"I know what you need," Landen said. "I've got you."
He rose over Adriel. Lined himself up. The head of his cock pressed against Adriel's entrance, hot and blunt.
Then he pushed in. One slow, continuous thrust that filled him so completely Adriel forgot how to breathe. The stretch was intense, burning in the best way, and then Landen was seated inside him, buried to the hilt, and Adriel couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't do anything except feel.
He grabbed Landen's shoulders. His nails dug in, gripping like Landen might disappear if he let go. His mouth was open in a silent cry, no sound coming out.
Landen held still inside him. Forehead pressed to Adriel's. Both of them shaking.
"Look at me," Landen breathed.
Adriel did.
Their eyes locked.
Landen fucked him with long, deep strokes, angled to hit the place inside him that made his vision blur, that made sparks dance behind his eyes.
His hand wrapped around Adriel's throat; resting there, the weight and warmth of it grounding and possessive.
His other hand pinned one of Adriel's wrists to the mattress, holding him down.
The rhythm built steadily. Landen's hips drove harder, faster, the slap of skin against skin filling the room. His mouth was at Adriel's ear, voice low and rough.
"You feel incredible." A thrust. "So tight." Another. "So warm." Deeper. "Fuck."
Adriel moaned, head thrown back, unable to form words.
"Every time I look at you." Thrust. "I want this." Thrust. "Want you under me." Thrust. "Around me." Thrust. "You're everything, Adriel. Everything."
Adriel was beyond language. Beyond thought.
He was sensation and sound and the feeling of Landen inside him and above him and all around him, filling every empty space.
The voices that usually lived in his head, his mother's, Zach's, his own cruel relentless narrator, were silent.
There was no room for them. There was only Landen.
When Landen finally growled, "Cum for me, baby. Let go. I want to feel you," Adriel did.
The orgasm tore through him so hard his back arched completely off the bed.
Landen's name was ripped from his throat, a raw scream of it, his whole body locking and shaking as he came between them.
His cock pulsed, stripes of cum landing on his stomach, on Landen's chest, the pleasure going on and on and on.
Landen followed moments later. Buried himself deep, groaning against Adriel's neck, the sound raw and animal and completely undone. His hips stuttered, pressed deeper, and Adriel felt him cum inside him, felt the heat of it, the pulse of it.
After a long moment, Landen pressed his lips to Adriel's throat.
"So good," he murmured. "So perfect. You're perfect, baby."
Adriel's eyes were still wet. He turned his head, found Landen's mouth, kissed him soft and slow.