Page 45 of Gabe

I never stopped or slowed down, riding him through his orgasm until he was openly sobbing and clawing at the mattress.

When it finally ended, he fell limp in my grip and gasped for air. His muscles twitched and shuddered like he’d just run a marathon.

In response to his sudden lethargy, I started plunging into him harder, taking his hole for my pleasure like I owned it.

“Fuck,” Frankie shouted which I hit his sweet spot again. “You’re like a damn machine.”

Since he’d just come, his nerves must have been so over-stimulated. Every time I thrust inside him, it probably sent a confusing mix of pleasure and pain rushing through him. I could tell from the way he kept trying to pull away and push closer at the same time.

I groaned low under my breath and sped up, keeping a tight grip on his hips to ensure he wouldn’t be able to escape me for even a moment.

He started begging, but even he didn’t seem to know what he was asking for. It was just a constant stream of, “Please. Too much. I can’t. Don’t. So good. Too much.”

I basked in the sound of his desperate voice and kept my steady pace.

Eventually, my persistence won, and his cock grew hard again. It wasn’t as desperate as his arousal had been before, and bobbed lazily between his legs like it couldn’t make up its mind.

Without halting my movements for even a moment, I reached around him and started stroking his hardness in time with my thrusts.

“No,” he moaned long and low, while at the same time practically humping my hand. “Don’t. I can’t. Too much.”

He came again, this time accompanied by the sound of ripping fabric. He’d torn one of the pillows under his clawing hands and spread tufts of cotton all over the mattress like snow.

I sped up. Seeing him so desperate pushed me another step toward my own end, though I still wasn’t there yet.

His second orgasm finished, and he was well on his way to a third when I finally felt the pleasure in my gut tighten and my balls pull up with a telltale signal that I was close.

By this point, Frankie had fallen quiet, his body easily accepting me each time I filled him. Even his breathing had slowed like he was in some sort of trance, though every now and then a pitiful little whimper escaped his lips.

When he reached his peak a third time, I managed to follow him. I clamped my hands down on his hips, my nails punishing his skin and leaving crescent-shaped indents, and I pushed myself as deep inside him as I could. His inner muscles clenched around me, milking the orgasm from me, and dragging my pleasure out even longer.

For how long it took me to reach climax, it also took me a long time to finish. The ecstasy rolled over me in waves, one after the other, and every time I thought it was done, another would hit.

Several minutes must have passed before I finally came crashing down from my peak. I felt worn out, and I wanted to just collapse on the mattress, but I had to take care of Frankie first.

Pulling out of him slowly, I disposed of the condom in a nearby trash can and helped him lie flat on his back. Then I headed for the RV’s minimal bathroom and grabbed a wet washcloth in order to clean up the other man.

I was wiping down his inner thigh, careful not to touch any areas that looked too sensitive, when Frankie finally came back to his senses.

“What the fuck was that?”

My heart sank. The few times I’d been comfortable enough to share a bed with someone in the past, it always ended this way.

“Sorry,” I said as I set the washcloth aside. “As I said, I’ve been told before that I’m too much.”

“Too much?” Frankie repeated as he stared up at the ceiling with dazed eyes. “I’ll say. You’re way too much, you jackhammering terminator. I thought you were going to break me.”

As I tried to repeat my apology and even promise to never touch him again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

“Do it again.”

“What?”

He tugged at my arm until I had no choice but to lie beside him. “You’re right. You are absolutely overwhelming. Do it again.” He shifted on the mattress like he intended to roll toward me, but then grimaced and lay still. “Although maybe not right now. I’m dead. You killed me. But soon, definitely do it again.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that I hadn’t just ruined my relationship with the beautiful man, I helped Frankie roll over, so his head lay against my chest like a pillow.

Frankie yawned, and I felt his warm breath brush against my skin.

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