Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
TAI
Hawke’s cock is leaking. Or maybe it’s mine. Hard to tell. All my nerve endings are on fire as he kisses me, and his body writhes against mine.
Hawke, naked and blanketing me, is pushing me to the danger zone of this orgasm, and I refuse to come until he fucks me.
I wriggle beneath him until I get my mouth free. But he moves to kissing my neck, and I almost forget what I was going to say.
“Now,” comes out scratchy and soft. “Need you now.”
He reaches for the end of the bed and grabs the bag, dragging it closer to us. Through his kisses and my heavy breathing, I hear him tug the zipper open.
Over and over, he rolls his hips against mine, and then he reaches down, and his fingers find my hole again. They’re slippery with lube, and as soon as he fills me with them, my legs part to give him more room.
Shit, I’m so sensitive down there, and I don’t know if it’s something Hawke has picked up on or if he’s lucked into finding my weakness, but it’s like sensory overload as his fingers fill me and slowly tease me wider.
Then they disappear, and Hawke pushes away from me.
“Where are you going?” I instinctually reach for him, but he just kneels between my legs and rolls a condom on. I hate the sight of it, want to feel his skin as his cock fills me, but I’m too horny and tipsy to have any conversation about it. Right now, I want him inside me. Whatever it takes.
I grab the lube before he can and squeeze some out into my hand. His dick twitches as I cover him, leaving his swollen head shiny under the lights coming in through the window.
The bathroom light barely makes a dent in the darkness, but it’s enough to see every one of Hawke’s abs in sharp definition and every ridge of his cock waiting to enter me.
“You good?” he asks, like he can barely get a word out.
“Yeah. I’m ready.”
He grabs my legs and slings them over his hips so my ass lifts from the bed. Then his cock is at my hole, and my eyes drift up to meet his. We’re here. This is actually happening.
“Do it.” I might be apprehensive and anxious about what this could mean for our friendship, but I’ve been craving him for weeks, the thought of this moment digging under my skin like a splinter. Not always painful, but it only takes the tiniest thing to remind me it’s there.
Hawke pushes forward. The head of his cock presses against my hole for a tense few seconds before it sinks inside. I relax around him, bearing down and making it easier to move.
His eyes break from mine and flick down to where he’s entering me. “Oh, shit, Tai. Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hotter sight in my life.”
“Tell me about it.”
He groans and rocks forward some more. “Your ass is stretched around my cock. Looks so perfectly made to take me.” His gaze strays up before darting back down again. “Fuck me …”
Hawke’s head tilts back, tendons in his neck sticking out, as he buries himself completely. At first, I worry that he just came, but after a few moments of heavy breathing, he leans back over again.
He’s still panting, jaw clenched, eyes burning in the dark.
“I want you to lay there,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Just relax and let me give you what you need.”
A shiver races up my spine. “You always do.”
I mean it. For as long as I can remember, Hawke has been safety.
Fun. The person I could turn to for anything.
He knows all my dark thoughts, and even now, he doesn’t hold them against me.
He accepts me for who I am and somehow likes me for it.
Wants me. The way I’m really, really starting to want him.
He takes my mouth again and starts to thrust. His cock fills me completely, spreading me wide and giving me the deep penetration I’ve been craving. His hips meet my ass in a punishing rhythm, and I pull him as close as I can, needing to touch, to feel, to consume.
Our tongues twist together, labored breathing catching between us.
My teeth clack against his, and my jaw stretches so wide it’s like we’re trying to swallow each other whole.
I moan into the kiss, feeling more wanted than I ever have in my life.
It feels as though we fuck like that for hours, but just when Hawke is starting to slow down, I flip us.
Take over. Give him a chance to regroup, while we keep this going.
Our mouths don’t part as I sink back onto him and ride him the way I need.
He’s in so deep, this sexy, overwhelming pressure that’s making my balls throb. All I can think of is how I need more. More Hawke. More sex.
More of him calling me Tai.
I grunt and move faster, fucking myself on him until my thighs seize up. Until sweat is prickling along my back and hairline again.
He must sense my fatigue because he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up to meet every movement. His large hands are on my ass, spreading it apart, forcing himself deeper, and I’m getting so close I can barely see straight.
Right before I can jerk off, Hawke pulls out again and slaps my ass. “Go kneel on the chair.”
I do as I’m told, and he fucks me from behind, hands clamped tight on my hips as he pulls me back onto him over and over and over.
Before I can cover the fabric in my cum, he pulls out again. We move to him fucking me over the windowsill. Then me riding him on the ottoman. Then me shoved up against the wall.
If it’s possible, Hawke does it, until we’re both panting, sweaty messes and my cock feels like it’s going to explode. I’m overheated, skin feeling too tight, balls tense and ready to release.
“I need to come,” I whine into his mouth. “Need it so bad. Please, Hawke. Make me come.”
“Get back on the bed.” His voice has dipped dangerously, and it’s so fucking hot to hear.
I lie back down, and Hawke rolls me onto my side before entering me from behind. He pulls my top leg back over his hip, then closes his hand over my cock.
I gasp at the rough touch, at finally getting relief right where I need it.
My hands form fists in the sheets as I rock back to meet every thrust, skin slapping against skin, his cock bringing those nerves alive that make me want to fly.
“Jensen,” I say, testing out his name too. It doesn’t feel right to use his nickname when he’s balls-deep inside of me. When I want to connect with him deeper than even sex will allow.
He moans, mouth closing over my throat and sucking deeply. I’m sure he’s giving me a hickey, but it feels too good to ask him to stop. Plus, deep down, I think there’s a part of me that wants that. To have the reminder stare him in the face of this moment.
“Look at me,” he demands, voice wrecked with arousal. “I want to watch you come.”
Oh, shit, that gets me way too close. I whimper as I push back faster, harder, madly needing to let go.
His calloused hand is stroking me with the same speed and friction that he’s fucking me with, and as I hover there, straddling the moment right before my orgasm, a stray thought kicks me in the teeth.
No sex will ever be like this again.
It doesn’t matter how hot the guy is.
It doesn’t matter how funny, or sweet, or kind.
Unless it’s with Jensen, I’ll never find this intensity again. I’m in tune with his heartbeat at my back. I feel every harsh breath against my flushed skin. The smallest touch, the smallest kiss, I pick up on it all.
And when I finally do what he wants and turn my head to meet his eyes, it’s like a shock to my core. It’s too much. Too deep.
I don’t look away.
“Come, Tai,” he says. “Shit, you need to come.”
But his words aren’t needed. My balls tense, and then I’m coming.
Rope after rope lands on my skin, and Jensen strokes me through it, dragging out every last drop of my release before he shudders behind me and groans.
His cock throbs deep in my ass as he orgasms, and I squeeze around him, wanting it to be the best high of his life.
My brain is still swamped with happiness when his arms wrap around me and he slumps against my back. His nose rubs into my skin, the metal of his nose ring scraping against me, as he struggles to catch his breath.
I love the feel of him still inside me, but I know it can’t last for long.
“That was incredible,” he finally says.
He’s right. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked so completely. I have no idea how long that went for, but my sleepy muscles are sore, and I could pass out right here. If there wasn’t something I needed more.
I roll over, letting him fall from me as we come face-to-face. All I want is to kiss him. Hold him. Be as close as it’s possible to be. We just came, and somehow, it still isn’t enough.
Jensen crushes me against him until we’re both messy with my cum, and he kisses me like he feels the same need I do. Like we’re scared of this moment slipping away from us and never revisiting it again.
We kiss until my jaw gets stiff.
“Give me half an hour and we can go again,” he promises.
I laugh, gently, with relief. “A second round?”
“Yours isn’t an ass you can only have once. We’re going all night, Tai, as many times as possible. Maybe then I’ll be able to get through a single fucking day without needing you on my cock.”
Something pleasant ripples down my spine.
It’s nice Jensen thinks that, because the ache in my chest knows that this is only going to make it so much worse.