Chapter 43 #2
We are a frenzy of hands and lips, taking and claiming.
I yank up his T-shirt to feel his skin against my fingers.
My hands run over his pecs, toying with the silver barbells on either side.
He reaches for the buckle of my pants, tearing it open like he can’t live without my dick.
Goose bumps erupt all over my body as he undoes the button and reaches his hand inside to wrap his fingers around my already hard length.
I whimper in response, resting my head against his shoulder as he strokes me and nearly brings me to my knees. Kissing my way along his neck, I suck hard against his flesh, drawing blood to the surface to leave a mark.
“Mine,” I growl, licking the already red patch.
My hands rush down to his jeans, working open the button. Grabbing another man’s dick is still foreign and new to me, but I’ll never tire of the way it feels to stroke his velvet-smooth length. Hearing his gravelly groans of pleasure is my reckoning.
“Fuck,” he mutters before kissing me again. We’re stroking each other, and it’s like heaven, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him to reassure me that we mean more than all the rest.
I’m too scared to ask for that reassurance. The idea of his rejection terrifies me.
“God, Caleb,” he mutters before biting my jaw. Then he releases my cock and pulls me against him so our dicks are aligned, squeezed tightly between our bodies. Moving by instinct, I begin to rut against him, and the warm sensation of his shaft against mine is like heaven.
“Say it again,” he whispers in my ear as we move against each other. “Tell me what you just said.”
My brain is mush, so it takes me a moment to realize what he’s referring to. And when I finally remember the last words I said, my heart soars. Grabbing his neck, I put my lips against his ear as I growl, “What? You want to hear it again? I love you.”
He whimpers, holding me tighter. Then he nibbles on my earlobe, driving me wild.
My rutting grows more frantic, and I know I’ll come soon if I don’t slow down. He must feel the same because he shoves my hips away, catching his breath as his head hangs, staring down at our leaking cocks.
“Come here,” he whispers, reaching for my dick again. I’m breathless as I stare down with my mouth hanging open.
When he rubs the tip of his cock against mine, I feel the cum leaking from his tip.
“Hold still,” he whispers, and I watch in lustful awe and a little confusion as he slowly slides the foreskin of his uncut length over the spot where our cocks meet. An uninhibited gasp flies from my mouth as the crown of my dick is engulfed in warmth.
With a wicked grin, he glances up at me as he strokes us together, one tight sleeve of pleasure bringing us to the brink. He’s watching my reaction as I melt into the rapture of feeling him slide against me. It’s all too fucking filthy and perfect. I can hardly breathe.
“Say it again,” he commands.
Speak? I can hardly breathe. But with what he’s doing to me right now, I’ll sing it for him if he wants. I force the words through my strained lungs. “I love you. Fuck. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He looks up at me with a wink. “Look at you. You’re a mess for me, aren’t you?”
“God, yes,” I reply weakly.
“I love you, too,” he whispers. It feels amazing to hear it, but I sort of wish my dick wasn’t in this tight, warm heaven right now because there’s not enough blood left for my brain to process him saying those words. “Does this feel good?”
“Fuck yeah, it feels good.” My hands grip tightly on his neck and arm, squeezing as he strokes us in tandem. My hips keep up their rutting as I hold on to this sensation for as long as I can.
“God, I’m about to come.” He groans. He’s gripping my arm tightly as he jacks us faster.
“Me too,” I say, my voice tight and gravelly. “Don’t stop.”
“Let me see you come first,” he says. “You come so pretty.”
I actually fucking whimper at that.
Staring down, I can’t get over the vision of what he’s doing to me. It’s like we’ve become one. We’re fused, feeling the same thing, our dicks aligned and covered as one.
How the fuck is Dean so good at this? And I don’t just mean the magic trick he’s pulling with his dick right now, but all of it. It’s the dirty talk, the attention, the knowing exactly what the other person wants and needs. If making people feel good is his job, then fuck…he was made for it.
Who am I to take that away?
My toes begin to curl, and my eyes squeeze shut as the pleasure ignites in my bones, sizzling like a fire from my head to my toes.
Reaching down, I grab my cock at the base, my fingers grazing his as I feel the warm pulse of his cum filling the same pocket of foreskin I’m filling.
He quickly releases, and we continue to stroke ourselves as the mess covers our hands.
We’re moaning and breathing the same air with our foreheads together.
It feels like a long time passes as we stand there, dripping onto the floor and onto our pants. I don’t give a shit. I’m in euphoria that I’m here with him, and for the moment, he’s mine.