34. This is the End #3
“Yeah,” he says softly. “You take over.” But then he gives me a suggestive look as he arches his back, reaches behind, and pulls a cheek to the side to show off his gaped hole like he’s some fucking porn star. “I feel split in half, Pet’ka.”
Holy shit. My cock twitches celebratory.
“I swear to you, if it doesn’t go back to normal…”
“Anders,” I mutter, transfixed. “Fucking hell,” I groan, reaching down to pump myself a few strokes. I waste no time standing up and yanking him to me by his hips, mouth absolutely watering at the thought of getting my tongue in him.
Anders lets out a startled whimper.
Unable to help myself, I drop down to the floor and drop some spit down his rim before diving in with my mouth to spread it around with my tongue.
He clenches his wet pussy and milks my tongue, gripping onto it like he’s playing tug of war.
His fingers thread through the hair on the nape of my neck, impatiently attempting to mash my head straight into his ass.
I flutter my tongue inside his warmth. Anders hums, gripping my hair even tighter.
His juices drip down his taint, slicking his balls.
I angle my mouth and slurp them up, sucking on him so hard it makes him whimper.
The soft noises only grow when I tug on his shaft.
“Oh my God,” he cries out. “Pet’ka…Daddy… Parker. ”
Standing up, I quickly hold onto him and slap my erection against his puckered cunt. “I gotta break you in, baby.”
The moment I slip my cock inside, his entire body trembles. “Fuck, that hurts,” he breathes sharply, sucking in a breath and laughing thinly. “Park…shit.”
“You can handle it,” I mutter roughly. “Daddy won’t hurt his baby.”
I wrap my arm around the front of his chest and pull his body to me, thrusting deeply into his core.
Anders leans back against me, contorting his head back and folding the distance between our mouths.
My pelvis claps against his firm ass with every thrust. I drink up every moan of his that slips through as I pinch both his nipples. “Mmm,” he whines, exhaling deeply.
“So, so sensitive,” I purr into his ear.
“I wonder…” I trail my hand down his body and brush my finger right below his navel.
Anders sucks in another shaky breath. The corner of my mouth pulls into a crooked grin.
“Must be extra sensitive down here,” I rouse, brushing my finger again.
He bites down on his bottom lip and closes his eyes when I do it a third time.
When I press fully into his abdomen, Anders cries out in pleasure. His cock twitches against his stomach. “Wait…you’re gonna make me…come,” he bites out weakly.
“Not yet, baby.” I quicken my thrusting and slide my hand up his throat, plunging three fingers into his mouth so deep it makes him gag. He leans over and heaves, my body falling down with his.
Flesh against flesh. Shared breaths. Two bodies moving together.
Something primal takes over, my body chasing every soft sound that falls from his lips. The rush of it is overwhelming, the dizzying thrill of surrendering a part of myself I’ve always kept hidden.
With strangers, it was meaningless and safe. With Anders, though, it’s terrifying. He’s younger. Less experienced.
And I love him. The realization hits so hard it nearly steals the air from my lungs.
God, I love him.
Not in the way I convinced myself I could keep contained. Not in the way I could walk away from…I’m impossibly in love with Anderson Manuelo de Sousa.
“Parker.”
His voice immediately pulls me from my thoughts. “I wanna see you,” he breathes.
I soften immediately. “You okay?” I ask gently, pulling out. “Come here, angel.”
Anders flips beneath me and reaches up, yanking my head down to his like distance isn’t an option.
He lets out the softest moan as he kisses me, everything else fading away.
I feel the shift when he pulls me closer, closing whatever space was left.
“Keep going, Pet’ka.” His fingers curl around the back of my neck as I slip my cock back inside him. “Fuck,” he gasps.
I don’t think it’ll ever get old—the purely soft face he makes the moment I enter him.
There’s a noticeable drop in the room, everything just seems to slow down.
It’s not about chasing the thrill anymore.
It’s about the connection. I know we can both feel it.
The sex feels different. The smaller things are more noticeable than the obvious.
The brush of his fingers up and down my arm.
The slight clenching of his jaw. The way he bumps his forehead against mine and exhales shakily against my lips.
Two souls intertwined. Two hearts beating for each other.
It’s the kind of connection that outlives intimacy.
The kind that survives the quiet moments after, long after our breathing settles, and when the sheets cool and the room falls silent.
Because no matter how many years pass, I know I’ll remember this.
I’ll remember the way he looks at me and the sounds he makes when he comes with my name on his lips. And for the first time in my life, I think I’ve found something that won’t fade when the moment ends.
Because it’s love that makes all the difference.