Chapter 10 #2
One corner of Gael’s lips quirked up in response, revealing one of his absolutely devastating dimples.
Fox’s heart performed an acrobatic flip between his ribs, and he averted his gaze.
How this gorgeous man could make Fox blush and fall in love all over again just by smiling when Fox was knuckles deep inside him was an absolute mystery.
Yet of course he didn’t mind. He’d do anything to make Gael smile.
And even more to make Gael moan his name.
Fox withdrew his fingers and coated them generously with lube before thrusting back in.
Gael moaned quietly as Fox began opening him up, occasionally pushing his tongue in beside his fingers.
The coconut flavor of the oil and the taste of Gael’s insides coated his taste buds.
He massaged the little bundle of nerves, watching Gael’s dick twitch at the stimulation, and beyond that, Gael’s beautiful pink lips open in a moan.
Even just that was enough to push Fox close to the edge.
He bit his lower lip, squeezing his eyes closed to block out the beautiful sight of Gael all splayed out and needy for him.
He had to focus on the task at hand. He scissored his fingers open, and when they came back together, rubbed them on either side of Gael’s prostate.
He rested his cheek against Gael’s inner thigh and listened to Gael cry out for him, committing every bit of his voice to memory. His deep tone. His breathless begging. What if something happened and Fox never saw him again? What if this was the last night they would ever spend together?
“Fox, please…I’m ready,” Gael begged, and Fox shook himself from the dark thoughts, refocusing on his lover’s pleasure.
He opened his eyes to see Gael’s head tilted back, hands clutching the sheets, back arched, and hips rutting against Fox’s fingers as his flushed, hard cock bobbed against his stomach.
The sight overwhelmed Fox instantly, and he leaned over Gael’s body to get a better look, never stopping his stroking fingers.
Gael’s eyelids fluttered, and he reached up to cup the back of Fox’s neck and draw him down into a kiss.
Fox groaned as their lips met and his cock brushed against Gael’s inner thigh.
He shifted to brace one knee on the bed and pressed at Gael’s prostate with his middle finger.
Gael gasped and released him, hand falling back to the bed beside his splayed onyx hair.
Fox kissed him harder, his tongue swirling around Gael’s and his fingers thrusting a bit faster. Suddenly, Gael pushed him away, and he didn’t even have a second to react before his back hit the mattress and Gael was straddling his hips.
“Hey!” Fox’s protest was silenced with a deep and hungry kiss.
Gael’s hips shifted, and he reached back to quickly slick lube over Fox’s cock.
Gael lined the tip up with his entrance and sank down with one swift movement, impaling himself as deep as Fox could go.
Pleasure sliced through Fox’s body as Gael’s soft interior closed around him, and he squeezed Gael’s thick thighs to keep from coming right then.
Gael stayed still for just a few seconds, presumably giving himself time to adjust to the intrusion, before he began to move.
Bracing his fingertips against Fox’s stomach, Gael lifted himself and slammed back down.
His body shuddered as a deep moan punched out of him.
He repeated the action, getting faster and faster with every stroke.
The strong muscles of his thighs shifted beneath Fox’s palms as Fox watched him ride his cock with fascination.
He was gorgeous, honey-brown skin already gleaming with sweat, black hair falling away from his upturned face.
Fox’s gaze traveled down the corded column of his throat, over his scarred chest, his flat stomach, and his dripping cock bobbing in a thicket of black curls.
Fox could tell Gael was putting on a bit of a show, making sure their last night together was one to remember. So he lay back and enjoyed the sight of Gael fucking himself down onto Fox’s cock.
“You ride me so well, baby,” Fox groaned as Gael’s body undulated over him.
Gael’s eyes cracked open to gaze down at him over high cheekbones, kiss-bitten lips parted around the string of moans that continuously spilled from them.
One of Fox’s hands wandered from Gael’s thigh to his cock.
He thumbed the slit, smearing precum over the swollen head, and Gael’s hips stuttered to a stop for just a moment, lost in the bliss of having Fox inside him and around him.
Fox often mourned the fact that it was physically impossible to fuck and be fucked by Gael simultaneously. Good thing both of them usually had the stamina to go two rounds. Fox hated ending a night unfilled.
Fox pumped Gael’s cock with a few quick strokes.
Gael leaned back, the line of his beautiful body rippling with muscle.
He braced against Fox’s thighs, fingers digging into the tattoo there.
His hips rolled feebly, grinding down onto Fox’s cock as Fox pleasured him.
Fox bit back a groan as Gael’s insides clenched, sending tingles of pleasure racing across his skin.
The next time Gael raised his hips on shaking legs, Fox braced his feet on the bed and thrust up into him as deeply as he could, making sure to angle it just right.
Gael jolted with the force of it, and a long, agonized moan clawed its way up from his stomach to his throat.
Fox ground his hips against Gael’s firm ass before beginning to thrust in time with the strokes of his hand.
The whirlpool of impending loneliness in Fox’s guts had spun itself into a frenzy of pleasure.
He was dizzy with it, but he couldn’t let himself go until Gael did.
With a few more thrusts, he got his wish, and Gael came, his head thrown back, Fox’s name ripping gutturally from his throat.
Thick white cum spurted over Fox’s chest, neck, and face.
His hand tightened on Gael’s thigh to keep him seated on Fox’s cock as a glob of cum splattered on Fox’s eyelid and another on his lip.
His tongue darted out to lick it away. Gael’s body quivered as the last of the orgasm left him, and he slumped forward, exhausted.
But Fox wasn’t done. Far from it.
Fox unseated himself and flipped Gael onto his stomach. He knelt behind him, pulling Gael up onto his hands and knees.
“Foxy…” Gael whined, but he pushed his ass back against Fox’s cock, seeking more. Fox flicked the cum away from his eyelid, and dragged Gael back to line his entrance up.
“Do you want more, baby?” Fox asked mischievously, walking his cum-slick fingers up Gael’s spine. He teased his pink and swollen rim with his tip.
“Please, more…” Gael answered breathlessly. “Fill me up.” He wiggled his ass alluringly, taking a page straight out of Fox’s book of seduction.
Fuck, well, Fox couldn’t say no to that.
He bottomed out with one stroke, a raw and unbridled cry ripping from Gael’s lips as he was filled up again. Fox didn’t wait even a moment for him to adjust before he was hammering into Gael’s tight, wet heat, chasing down his own orgasm like a rabid dog.
Fire licked across his nerves, but this position wasn’t quite enough. He braced one foot on the bed so he knelt on only one knee, then hitched Gael’s leg back and to the side to rest on Fox’s thigh. The angle tightened Gael’s passage, and had the head of Fox’s cock raking past his prostate.
“Fuck,” Fox rasped, his fingers digging harder into Gael’s flesh as he fucked into him with reckless abandon. Dizzy pleasure clouded Fox’s self-restraint—as if he’d ever had any when it came to Gael.
Only small whimpers tumbled from Gael’s lips, his head hanging down between bunched-up shoulders. Exhausted. Yet from this angle, Fox could see he was starting to get hard again. He was simply holding on for dear life, letting the pleasure wash over him and pull him under.
The pathetic little sounds were driving Fox insane, but now he wanted to make Gael come again.
He redoubled his efforts, angling just so, and savoring the drag and squelch of his cock against Gael’s delicious insides.
Fuck. He was definitely going to need a round two tonight if he was going to survive the rest of the season without Gael.
Gael cried out as Fox subjected him to a particularly deep thrust and pearly cum splattered onto the sheets.
His walls clenched tight around Fox’s cock, and Fox’s orgasm hit him all at once.
Euphoria enveloped every sense as he spilled hot and hard, his cock throbbing against Gael’s clenching walls.
He managed a few more stuttering thrusts before they both collapsed to the bed, breathless and satiated.
Gael reached back to card his fingers through Fox’s sweat-damp hair, grinding his hips back to chase the aftershocks of pleasure. Fox kissed the back of his neck, slow and languid, memorizing the post-fuck taste of his skin. Fox locked his arms around Gael’s waist to keep them connected.
“Mmm,” Gael moaned contentedly, settling into Fox’s arms so perfectly. Fox buried his face into Gael’s shoulder. This was where they belonged, tangled up in each other. But after six years apart, they were parting again. At least this time they had love in their hearts and a promise on their lips.
Their breathing evened out, and their sweat cooled. Fox’s cock softened and he slipped out, causing Gael to groan and turn over, threading his arms around Fox’s waist. He pecked the tip of Fox’s nose, and Fox giggled.
“Love you, sweetheart,” Gael murmured, gray eyes shining.