Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
CARLOS
Ned’s face lights up, and it takes him only seconds to join me on the bed and cuddle against me, laying his head on my shoulder.
I wrap my arm tight around him, soaking in the smell and feel of him.
I’ve missed this so much, and judging from his little murmur and the way he nestles closer, so has he.
I don’t know how we lost our way, but I’m never letting it happen again. From now on, I’m taking every chance I get to show Ned how much I love him.
His hand comes to rest on my chest, lightly petting, stroking, and I smile, my eyes drifting closed.
“Carlos?”
“Mmm?”
“I’ve been thinking…” His hand slides downward, and I open my eyes. “It’s been a while since… you know.”
My cock, which does in fact know it’s been a while since it got some action, perks right up. “Oh?”
He laughs. “I mean, if you don’t want—hey!” His yelp cuts off the stupid sentence as I roll us so he’s under me and kiss him.
The familiar taste of him is heaven, and I could lose myself in just kissing him for days…
except it’s been too long since we fucked, and the last time was…
awful. I felt like he was just indulging me, like he wasn’t fully engaged at all.
But this time will be different, and I want to weep tears of joy for that.
Ned drags my attention back to him when he yanks my shirt from my pants, and we strip the clothes from each other between kisses, never getting too far apart. Finally, he’s naked against me.
“Fuck, baby,” I gasp as he undulates against me. “I’m gonna die.”
“Not until you’re in me.” He bites my shoulder, then wraps his arms and legs around me. “God, you feel amazing.” Our cocks rub together, trapped between us, and I’m tempted to get us off like this. Frottage is always underrated. I thrust a few times, the sound of his groan music to my ears.
But he wants a fuck, and I just finished promising myself to pay more attention to what he wants.
“Carlos, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” he whines. “Get in me, already.”
“Lube,” I manage. We don’t have any with us. Wait…
I tear myself from Ned’s arms and race into the bathroom, suddenly grateful for weird small towns. The three packets of lube are right there in the basket on the counter, and I grab one and dash back to the bed.
Ned’s laid out like an erotic buffet, hair in disarray around his face, eyes hazy with lust, one hand lazily stroking his dick, but he snorts when he sees what I’ve got.
“I would’ve taken you dry if I had to,” he says, pulling his legs up.
I settle between them, marvel at one of my favorite sights on the planet, and can’t resist leaning down to lick his pucker.
He whines again. “Carlos, please. I’m so empty. Please.”
I take a deep breath to stop myself from coming on the spot and rip open the packet of lube. Ned wasn’t lying about wanting me inside him—he starts fucking himself onto my finger the second I slip it inside.
“Jesus, baby, you’re killing me.” I take a second to watch his flushed, needy face, white teeth biting into his swollen red lip surrounded by the beard I love so much.
His hips writhe in a hedonistic rhythm as old as time, pumping my fingers into him, while the head of his hard, flushed dick peeks out from the tight grip of his hand.
How could I have risked losing this?
I draw my fingers out, and he stills, holding himself in check as he stares up at me. I line myself up and push slowly forward.
We both gasp as my cock breaches the tight ring of muscle.
“Ned,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as I slide home. His hot ass clasps me tight. My Ned.
I pull back, almost all the way out, then slowly thrust back in, but Ned’s not having it.
He plants his feet on the mattress and begins fucking himself onto me to show me the pace he wants.
I obediently take over, thrusting hard into him, relishing every sigh, moan, and whimper.
But I’ve wanted and waited for so long, I can’t keep this up—the urge to come is riding me hard, my balls so tight, they ache.
“Let go, babe,” I whisper, and Ned’s gaze comes to me.
“I want…”
Knowing what he wants, I reach between us and take over jerking him. One, two… three firm strokes, and he explodes, cum shooting between us, coating both our torsos. His cry rings through me as he clamps down around my cock, and I give myself over to ecstasy.
When my brain comes back online, I’m lying on top of Ned, our chests sticky with cum and sweat, my face buried in the curve of his neck.
“I love you,” I say, the words thick and muffled, but I have to get them out.
He stirs and wraps his arms around me. “I love you too.”