Chapter 13 #2
When Malcolm licked his balls, Iggy moaned long and low, unable to process both sensations so he let go. Let go and felt everything happening to his body. The bliss in his balls and the pressure in his ass, and it was all so right because it was his Monte.
He vaguely heard the lube bottle open, and then cool slick eased the glide in his ass. Iggy rocked his hips, wanting more, needing more. The pressure deepened and he gasped.
“You can take two, sweetheart," Malcolm whispered. “Need inside you soon.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
Malcolm licked around the crown of Iggy’s cock, then raised his head to meet Iggy’s eyes as he pushed those thick fingers deeper.
Iggy cried out as white-hot pleasure poured through him.
His balls drew up and his cock got impossibly tighter.
Malcolm curled his fingers, playing his prostate for every gasp and moan he could wring from Iggy’s body.
“Monte!” Iggy wanted to fly apart, to shout to the rooftops, to come over and over, but he couldn’t do any of those things, because Malcolm somehow knew exactly how to play his body.
To make his skin heat, his limbs shake and his heart slam against his ribs.
To make his cock feel like it weighed a hundred pounds, like he’d come if Malcolm so much as breathed on it.
“You have never looked more gorgeous to me,” Malcolm whispered.
“Guh.”
“Good answer. You ready for me?”
“Guh.” Iggy giggled at his own inability to respond, then reached for proper words. “Please. Wanna ride you.”
Malcolm grinned. “Okay.”
Aftershocks from the prostate massage made getting up a little difficult, and Iggy nearly changed his mind.
But he wanted this, to be on top and in control.
Malcolm swapped places, propping two pillows behind his back, since the bed didn’t have a headboard.
Iggy watched Malcolm roll down the condom and smear his cock with lube.
A tremor ran through Iggy’s belly. We're finally doing this.
He swung his leg over Malcolm’s waist, one knee on either side of his hips, and he couldn’t stop from thinking of this morning—had it really just been this morning?
—climbing onto that bull. Malcolm put steadying hands on Iggy’s hips and guided him forward.
Iggy reached behind and grasped Malcolm’s sheathed cock, hard and hot.
He held the tip against his entrance and paused.
Met Malcolm’s eyes. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Malcolm squeezed his hips. “Over the rainbow and back.”
“Yeah.”
Intense pressure against his hole gave way to a thick slide deep inside his body, and Iggy released a long, low moan.
He almost didn’t recognize his own voice, guttural and full of need.
Need for more, for movement, for something before he fucking exploded!
Malcolm seemed to get it, and with a firm hold on Iggy’s hips, helped Iggy slowly rock on Malcolm’s cock.
To set a careful, steady pace that seemed to slide right up Iggy’s spine and into the back of his throat.
Sublime and all-encompassing, powerful enough to shatter him, and also to keep him safe for always.
Iggy planted both hands on Malcolm’s chest, finding his balance, his joy, and his desperation to ride this man to climax.
Malcolm’s hands were free to caress his belly and chest, to pinch Iggy’s nipples and stoke his building pleasure.
When Malcolm’s fingers found his crease and teased his stretched hole, Iggy begged, unashamed of whatever dirty things fell from his lips. Uncaring because this was Malcolm.
This was his Monte. He was Monte’s Iggs.
Together, they were perfect.
His orgasm exploded from nowhere, tearing down his spine and lighting his nerve endings on fire.
He couldn’t warn Malcolm before coating his chest and belly with his spunk, and clenching around Malcolm’s cock so hard Malcolm yelled.
Malcolm thrust hard once, twice, and he came, too, holding Iggy steady while he pumped into the condom.
Iggy collapsed on Malcolm’s chest, smearing them both with his come and not caring one bit.
All he could do was breath and try to calm his racing heart, his trembling limbs, his twitching dick.
Malcolm eased his cock out of Iggy’s hole, and Iggy hated the loss.
The intimate connection. But he would have it again. Over and over.
This was just the beginning.
Exhaustion overtook the bliss of his release, and Iggy slid to the side, slightly off Malcolm.
He pressed his nose into Malcolm’s neck and draped his right leg between Malcolm’s, keeping them close.
Fingers tickled along Iggy’s crease without dipping inside.
One day, he hoped they would, exploring deep into Iggy’s hole to find the come he’d filled him with.
“Mmmm.” All Iggy could do was purr his contentment.
“Same.” Malcolm’s other hand stroked his hip. “Should clean up before we fall asleep.”
Iggy grumped. “Wait a few. Too comfy.”
“Okay. A few.”
“Hey, Monte?”
“Yeah, Iggs?”
“How many condoms were in that box? Don’t remember.”
Malcolm’s hand left his hip briefly. “Eleven. Plenty.”
“Good.” For a split second, Iggy thought he’d purchased the small box and they were already down to just two, and he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to resupply. “Because we are definitely fucking again before we go to sleep tonight.”
“We are, huh?”
He reached down to stroke to Malcolm’s soft, damp cock. “Oh yeah, we are.”
And they did.
Twice.