Page 115 of Pucking Amazing

“Fuck yes,” he groans, gripping his own hard length through his shorts. I bat his hand away and palm him myself, relishing his gasp. He lifts his hips to help me slide his shorts and tight blue briefs down his muscular thighs.

We crash back together, naked and aching. The press of his body against mine lights me up like the goal siren. Our hips grind in a filthy rhythm as we devour each other, tongues sliding slick and hot. His hands map my ink, tracing the swirls and edges.

I kiss a path down his chest, flicking my tongue over his nipples just to hear him curse. He fists a hand in my hair as I mouth at his abs, his v-lines, the jut of his hipbones.

“DJ, please...”

Music to my ears. I lick up the velvety underside of his thick cock and swallow him down. He cries out, arching off the bed as I work him with lips and tongue.

Soon we’re both slick with sweat and need. I rummage in my discarded jeans for lube and a condom. Ty eagerly rolls to his hands and knees, presenting that perfect ass. I get him ready with slick fingers, tease and stretch until he’s rocking back and begging for it.

Then finally, I line up and slide home. The tight hot squeeze almost undoes me before we even start and I have to pause, panting into his shoulder blade. He clenches around me and I nearly lose it all over again.

Judging from the muffled groan he makes, he feels the same.

“Move, dammit,” he grits out.

And finally, I do. I pull back and slam in again, setting a deep, driving rhythm. He pushes back to meet every thrust, sweat-slick skin slapping loudly. It’s frantic and messy and so goddamn good.

As I push into Tyler again and again, surrounded by his heat, something clicks into place deep inside me.

This is right. This is real.

Him and me, connecting on a level I never knew I was missing. It feels so good to have finally shared everything with him, to not be holding back.

Tyler cries out as he comes untouched, spasming around my cock and pulling my own climax from me. I muffle my shout against his neck as I shoot into the condom, dizzy with pleasure and emotion.

After, we collapse in a sweaty heap. I gather him close and he nestles into my chest, humming contentedly.

Shit, that was amazing. It’s always amazing.

I pull back to cradle Ty’s face in my hands, leaning in for a kiss and then resting my forehead against his.

Tyler’s blue eyes bore into mine, filled with emotion in the dim light of the bedroom. “I’m in love with you, DJ. Completely, totally in love with you.”

I reach out to caress his chiseled jaw, tracing the stubble with my fingertips, his words sending a careening feeling through my insides.

I’ve never exchanged “I love you” with a partner before. I’ve never let myself get this close to someone. I thought I was happier without it, the pressures and expectations of that oh-so-heavy word.

Love.

And I thought that wanting a non-monogamous lifestyle meant that I couldn’t have it. How could you love someone but also want more? Who would want to be with someone so greedy? Even though I’ve been happily poly for years, that part never clicked into place for me.

I didn’t allow myself to even hope for love, because I never expected to receive it in return.

But now… My throat tightens, and I swallow hard. This thing with Tyler—and with Sydney, for as long as it lasted—has fundamentally changed me. Allowed me to see that love doesn’t have to be defined in a traditional way. That it can grow, and adapt, and fit into whatever space you give it.

Love wants to be found. It wants to be embraced. And it’s for everyone.

“I’m in love with you too, Ty,” I tell him softly. “So damn much.”

He leans in and kisses me, tenderly. I know this is as big of a moment for him as it is for me, to tell another man that he’s in love with him.

I press my forehead against head and breathe him in for a moment, proud of us both.

As we pull apart, his brow furrows with concern. “Your knee...you’ve been limping all night. I’m worried about you, babe.”

I sigh heavily. He’s not wrong. The pain has been getting worse, harder to ignore.

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