Page 85 of The Darkness Within

His words, as much as his actions, have me close to the edge again, like I was when his mouth enveloped my cock. He turns me into a needy mess, lust-drunk and senseless, with just one word, one touch, just the smell of him.

“Give me more. Give me your cock.”

“It’s a lot thicker than my finger or the bullet. Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’m ready.” What I leave unsaid is that I hope it burns because I get off on the sting of pain before pleasure. That feeling of being stretched to the point of agony, the lingering soreness—it’s addicting.

He slips his fingers free of my body, wipes them on his shaft, and lines his tip with my entrance. His head is swollen and thick like a mushroom. There’s no way it’s not going to sting as he pushes through my rim. It’s been so long, and even though I play with my toy, it has nothing on his girth.

Slowly, he applies pressure, pushing until he pops through the tight ring of muscle. My body welcomes him as he glides deep inside, burying all seven inches in one thrust.

“Fuck, you should see how amazing this looks. Like your ass is swallowing my dick.”

I want to laugh, but he’s serious. He’s truly mesmerized by the sight and the intense feeling. “Please, move.” I feel so full, stretched beyond reason, and if he doesn’t move, it feels like my body will burst apart in burning pieces.

He moans, sitting back to watch the first few strokes in and out of my body, his finger tracing around my stretched rim, before he plants his fists into the mattress on either side of my shoulders and hovers above my face. He brushes his lips over mine with each stroke, and when he bottoms out with a hard thrust, I cry out into his mouth, and he bites my bottom lip before sucking it between his lips to soothe it. I feel the suckling pull of my abused lip in my balls. With each draw of his mouth, each swipe of his tongue, my dick twitches and my sac begs to release.

“You feel like heaven. Your body…your arms…you’re my heaven.”

He can’t see the moisture gathering in my eyes from his words.

I’m his home?

It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be for him. A safe place to land. A permanent place of belonging. Home.

His lips blaze a heated trail over my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my chest where he latches onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His hips drill into me relentlessly, pegging that sensitive spot inside my ass until I scream his name.

“Nash!” The single word sounds like a tortured plea ripped from my chest. “I’m…” Coming. I can’t complete the sentence because there’s no more breath left in my lungs. I’m spent. Every muscle in my body tightens, as if I’m on the verge of paralysis, and I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t breathe until the tremors quaking through my nervous system subside.

“Me…too…,” he pants just before his hips sink deep and go still. I can feel it inside of me, his pulsing shaft, the heat of his seed filling me.

Nash collapses on my chest, hot and sweaty and breathless. When I can move again, I wrap my arms around his back, running my fingers over his damp skin as I trace his shoulder blades and his spine. I plant kisses on his sweaty hair and breathe in his scent.

Yeah, we definitely have the rest of our lives to do this again and again. I’ll never get my fill of him.

“Daddy had a good night, and Valor had a nap, and now everybody’s happy,” he croons to the kitten. Valor stares up into his eyes like he understands every word, and then his little pink tongue sneaks out to swipe Nash’s nose.

“I’d like to take you to a nice lunch, no fast food this time, and Valor isn’t exactly welcome at a place like that. He also isn’t going to fit into our plans for the day.”

“What are we going to do with him?”

He’s serious, like he can’t figure out another option. Adorable.

“We’re going to leave him here. He’s a cat, not a baby. He has food and water, his litter box, and his cat bed. He’ll be fine for a few hours alone.”

Nash looks torn. “I don’t like to leave him alone. I don’t think he likes it either.”

“I know. It’s one of the things I love about you. The way you love him. But I promise he’ll be fine. We’ll be back before you know it.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. Daddy will bring you back a treat. And I’ll miss you the entire time.” He places the kitten and his balled up shirt on the floor, his makeshift cat bed for the weekend, and places a toy beside him.

“Come on, let’s get some food in you.” He follows me out to the car with one last longing glance at the door to our motel room.

When I pull into the parking lot of the steakhouse, he whistles low, clearly impressed. “It might be almost two years since I’ve had a good steak. Right before we were deployed, a bunch of the guys from my unit went out for steak one night. Man, we got rip-roaring drunk,” he recalls fondly.

We’re seated at a small table covered in white linen, and we bypass the wine menu in favor of ordering iced teas. “This is definitely a step up from McDonald’s,” he jokes.

The waiter serves a basket of rolls while we look over the menu.

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