26. Chapter Twenty-Six #3
“Like this,” I whisper as I lean back down to capture his mouth with mine.
When I pull away, he keeps my gaze, but I hear him opening the nightstand drawer.
I don’t have to ask what he’s doing, because we’re already halfway through the single bottle of lube we bought, given the fact we have been enjoying each other—together, and separately—all weekend.
He offers me the bottle as if it’s made of glass, but it’s the look in his eyes that says everything.
I don’t take it.
I lick my lips and carefully push it against his hand.
“Put it on me,” I command, my voice low and dark even to my own ears.
I wait for him to change his mind. I’d hate it if he did, but I would understand if he did, and I wouldn’t push him if he really tapped out.
He twirls the bottle in his hand for a moment, then pops the cap.
I swear it’s an eternity between the opening of that cap, and when his fingers spread the cool, smooth liquid over my aching hardness. I groan as he slowly, torturously strokes my cock, and I already feel my orgasm starting to build.
I carefully push his hand off me; holding his gaze as I nudge his legs apart, and he widens his stance, bending his knees and settling his feet flat on the bed.
His admission is wordless but is understood nonetheless in that one swift motion.
I guide his hand between his legs; his fingers to his hole.
He follows my lead as I push his lubricated fingers over his seam, into his entrance.
My finger slides in with his, and the moment it does, I watch him arch his back, his lips parting, that Adam’s apple bobbing as he groans.
I move to remove my finger, but he stops me with his free hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he bites, and I can’t help but grin as I kiss him while slowly stretching him, until I have to stop because I think I could come just like this.
As much as I want to, I know I need to take my time. It’ll be worth it. I’m sure of it.
I whisper against his lips, and he doesn’t fight me when I remove my finger this time. He does the same. My heart races as I gaze down at him.
Say it.
Just fucking say it, Paul.
Andre looks up at me, his bright blue eyes shadowed and dilated, his lips kiss-swollen, his chest heaving with heavy breath.
I open my mouth to speak, but it’s him who speaks first.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice low.
There are a million things I could say. Probably a million things I should say.
But they never make it out of my mouth because Andre takes his wet, sticky hand and finds my cock, guiding me towards him.
He kisses me, and I swear I see stars. Instinct takes over and I take my cock, his hand dropping as I guide myself towards his entrance.
I want to go slow, want to take my time so I don’t hurt him, but also so I don’t blow my load before I’m even inside him.
Because I’m so turned on right now and this feels so good, I think I just might come early if I’m not careful.
But the minute I push into him, his hole clenches me and he sucks in a breath, and it’s like I’m possessed.
I thrust into him, sliding in with more ease than I expect and we both groan. Andre thrusts his cock up against me and then I watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke himself as I pick up my pace.
I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan as my thrusts come faster. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes between my thrusts and his stroking his dick. “So fucking tight.” His insides clench me like a vise. I’ve never felt anything this good. It’s like his body was molded to fit my cock.
“So do you,” he says, and his voice is full of absolute desperation.
My orgasm hits me hard, so sudden and so intense, I nearly collapse from the rush.
“Oh, fuck!” I bite, my entire body tensing as I come.
My breath catches as I still, my body thrumming with equal ecstasy and relief as I fill him.
Andre thrusts up against me from below as he grabs my jaw and kisses me, biting my lip.
I lean my head against him, my cock pulsing inside him, and it definitely does not feel the same as fucking a woman.
It’s so much better.
Not because he’s a guy, but because he’s Dre.
And he makes everything better.
He is perfect. Everything about him is perfect.
“Are you close?” I ask, my voice breathless.
He nods as his pace on his cock quickens. “Yeah.”
I kiss him slowly.
“Come inside me.” My words are more of a plea than a demand, but I don’t care. I want him.
I want him so bad right now.
Andre pulls away, and I think I’ve gone too far. Think he’s going to tap out.
Especially when he lets go of his cock and slowly eases off of me.
I glance below, where my cock slips out of him.
I watch his hole spit my cum out, watch as the thick, white ropes of truth drip down his thighs.
And then I feel the rush, the heavy rush of his body knocking me over like a true linebacker.
I suck in a breath and barely have a moment to process what’s happening before he pulls me to my knees, shoves my head down into the pillow, and starts fucking me with not one, but two fingers—fast and hard.
My eyes close as he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. I swear time freezes as he scissors his fingers, stretching me. My cock continues to spurt cum onto the sheets as he breaches my entrance and wastes no time at all pounding himself into me like he’s going for the winning touchdown.
Because he is.
I may have won the battle, but Dre wins the war.
Every single time.
Dre lets go of my wrists and grabs my hair, forcing my head back until his lips crush against mine, and I lose myself in him.
In his heavy thrusts, in his kiss, in the warmth that spreads through my entire body as he fills me.
My cock pulses as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I shiver and moan, coming all over the sheets, over my stomach.
“Andre…”
“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, and my heart stops. I look up at him, those words stuck in my throat.
I love you too.
But before I can speak, Dre pulls out of me, and we both collapse. I carefully roll over to avoid laying in the puddle of cum, because I do not have the energy for a shower right now. I think I could legitimately pass out.
I just might.
I curl closer, throwing one arm over his hip, burying my head against his chest. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. What even are words?
Fucking hell…
I feel Andre’s lips in my hair and our bodies twist together; a mess of limbs and spend, and sweat and unspoken truths, and that’s exactly how we stay until the sun comes up.