Chapter Twenty-Six #3
James stared back with unflinching warmth, his dark eyes glued on him the entire time.
Nolan had never felt so seen, never so stripped down and bare.
James’s grip was firm as he fucked into Nolan’s hole with the steadiness he craved.
The connection between them didn’t just deepen—it locked in place with a permanency he’d always hoped for.
This wasn’t a man who’d run at the first sign of trouble.
No, James was the kind of man who stayed until the bitter end.
Each stroke of James’s cock inside him sent more and more ecstasy coursing through him, and even though his body ached, his balls were so heavy and full, and his thighs burned, he didn’t want this to end.
He wanted to remain in this place where only he and James existed, where all that mattered was the two of them and their bodies speaking truths their mouths didn’t dare.
Nolan’s eyes burned, and his chest expanded as if it would crack open from the immense feelings stirring within him.
James reached up and wrapped his hand around his cock. “I’m close, baby. You going to come with me?”
“Yes, Sir,” he gasped. James began to stroke, and fuck, the sensations had never been this strong. He wouldn’t last long either. Their limbs were slick with sweat, and each brush of skin to skin sent another shiver through him.
James continued to thrust up at that maddeningly steady pace, tagging his prostate over and over, all while he jacked him with his big, warm palm. The whole time, he didn’t look away.
Nolan sank down on James’s cock again, letting out a long, low groan, and all of a sudden, his balls drew up.
The release slammed in on him with enough force to knock the breath from his chest, and his cum spattered out on James’s chest. The pleasure that had been waiting there rolled in with a hurricane force, and Nolan clutched tight to James’s chest, trying not to get swept away.
The sensitivity in his cock was unparalleled, and he could still feel the aftershocks, his breath coming out in hard rasps.
“Oh damn,” James cursed, and he thrust in hard.
His cock kicked inside him, and hot cum flooded in a second later.
James rested his head on the mattress, their eyes locked.
Nolan didn’t want to pull away. If he could, he’d just stay here, James’s cock inside him, connected to this man on the basest of levels.
“I love you.”
The words hung in the air, and for a second, Nolan wasn’t sure if he’d said them. Until he realized they came from James.
His jaw dropped, and the dam burst.
Tears poured down his cheeks, and his shoulders shook.
James’s eyes widened. “I…fuck, what’s wrong? Shit, what can I do?” He tilted up, as if to move and separate them, but Nolan clamped his thighs around James’s as he scrubbed at his face.
A hysterical laugh bubbled inside him. “No, don’t leave,” he said, “I’ll explain.”
James’s brow knitted, a look of deep concern in his eyes. “I thought it was…I don’t know…I thought that was the direction we were heading.”
Nolan bobbed his head fiercely. “Fuck, that was the last way I wanted to respond.” A few more tears slipped down his cheeks. Relief mingled with a thrill that built more and more by the second. “I…didn’t know if you’d ever be able to reciprocate.”
James’s eyes widened, and he reached up to run his thumb along Nolan’s face. “I’ve been falling for you for awhile now. I just wasn’t able to say the words.”
“Fuck.” More tears rolled down Nolan’s cheeks. “I love you. I love you so damn much. I didn’t think I’d ever find anyone who accepted all of me, but you do.”
“You make me feel whole again, baby,” James said softly. “I didn’t believe that was possible for me anymore.”
Nolan bent forward and kissed James. The moment their lips met, the thrill inside him grew, radiant light that swept everything else away.
Giddiness bubbled up inside him as he kissed James again and again, tasting those lush lips and soaking in the reality that they were both in this. That he wanted him just as badly.
All the worries he’d pinned back that this was temporary, the weight that had grown heavy on his shoulders released, and the relief sent another few tears trickling down his cheeks.
“Should I be worried that you’re crying?” James asked, pulling back. Even as he said it, his lips tilted up in amusement.
Nolan shook his head, grinning so wide it strained his cheeks. “No, I’m happy. I’m just so damn happy.” Even the way they were having the conversation—James’s cock deflated but still inside him, their sweat-slickened skin pressed together—felt nothing short of perfect. His insides glowed.
James’s eyes softened. “Fuck. You’re so damn sweet. I can’t believe I get to keep you.”
“That’s my line,” Nolan said as he trailed his fingertips down James’s chest. “Fuck. This is the start of something big. I’ve never felt…I’ve never felt so right.”
“You and me, baby,” James said, pushing up to press a kiss on his forehead. “It’s going to be you and me together ‘til the end.”