Page 52 of Flash

We both moan and the bed creaks underneath us. With my arms still around him, our bodies spooned together, I find a satisfying rhythm, filling him over and over. This position makes it impossible for me to fuck him as hard or as fast as I normally do, but that doesn’t keep our orgasms from building. It’s a slow, smoldering climb as we rock together, panting and gasping, finding each other’s mouths every so often.

And then I can feel it right there. I wrap my uninjured, still lubed hand around Lewis’s cock, and I can feel it pulsing and twitching, so close to exploding that all he can do is whine and groan unintelligibly. All it takes is two strokes with my hand before he’s wailing my name. His hole clenches tight around me and I’m done for too.

The rhythmic pulses of his inner muscles as he spills hot, sticky ropes of cum over my hand milk the pleasure from me, making my orgasm feel like it’s coming in intensely slow waves. Just knowing that my cum is spilling deep inside of him makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back as I gasp and grunt my way through my release, fucking him until we’re both drained and boneless.

Even then, I stay inside of him, feeling the sloppy, wet heat of my cum as my cock slowly softens and eventually slips out.

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” Lewis mumbles in a daze.

I chuckle and lick a bead of sweat off his shoulder.

“Neither have I. Jesus, I think you broke me.”

LEWIS

Dragging myself out of Arrow’s bed is legitimately the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Knowing I can come right back here tonight if I want helps though.

“Let me drive you to work.” He reaches for me while I pull my shirt over my head.

I laugh and dance out of his way. He’s already pulled me back into bed twice, and I’m not falling for it again.

“Then my car will be here,” I point out.

“So, let your car be here.”

“I have to go home and shower first.” I shimmy into my underwear, then step into my jeans.

Arrow pouts. “I thought you wanted to wear my cum all day.”

I giggle and risk moving closer again to lean over the bed and brush a kiss to his lips.

“Hot to talk about mid-fuck, not so sexy a few hours from now when my underwear is crusty and my ass cheeks are glued together with your drying cum.”

He growls and tries to pull me back into the bed again, just like I knew he would. I let him, enjoying the possessive way he slides his hand under my shirt to pinch my nipple while he snakes his tongue around mine.

“Will you feel better if I let you tattoo your name right across my forehead?” I ask.

He rumbles a laugh, then pulls away with a worried look in his eyes. “I’m already doing it, aren’t I? You need a little space this morning and I’m coming on too strong.”

I shake my head and peck his lips. “I like it. I don’t need space, I just need to not go into work reeking of sex.”

He sighs, but I can see the smile twitching on his lips. “Alright, I’ll let you go.”

“How about this,” I say, “I’ll go home and get ready for the day, and you can come by in an hour to pick me up and take me to work? And…” I bite my lip, the old cautious voice in the back of my head telling me not to be too much. But I shake it off. The same way I like Arrow’s possessive side, he said he wants me to be my needy, ‘too much’ self. “I’ll pack up some clothes to bring over here so I’ll have the option to shower and dress here next time.”

His steel eyes flash hot and he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll clear out a drawer for you,” he says, and my heart flutters.

Is there a more romantic sentence in the English language? I doubt it.

*****

An hour later, I hear the rumble of Arrow’s motorcycle right on time. I slip on my shoes, grab my backpack that I stuffed a few extra work shirts and pairs of underwear into, and trot down the stairs to find him waiting right outside the main door. He slips his helmet off, a smile lighting up his whole face as he holds it out towards me. God, this man. I was a fucking idiot for thinking I was ever going to be able to keep myself from falling for him.

I take it and hop on the back. I’m becoming slightly more graceful each time I do it, so that’s a win at least. He revs the engine and the bike jolts forward, and I squeak and wrap my arms around him, his laughter vibrating through his body.

I’m pretty sure my smile is just as big as his.

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