Page 26 of Loving You

He pulled back and gripped him, letting the foreskin do most of the work as Monty fucked, spit-slick and ready to come, in the circle of Bronx’s fingers.

“Fuck yes. Look at you, sparky. Jesus,” Bronx murmured. He was hard, rocking against the sheets as he drew Monty toward the edge. He moaned, definitely on the edge of coming.

Bronx released his hand, and Monty cried out, sitting halfway up. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were red-rimmed and desperate. Bronx smiled at him as he pressed a firm hand to the inside of Monty’s thigh.

“Good morning, sparky.”

Monty shuddered, and Bronx felt his own cock thicken a little more at the way Monty reacted to such a silly little pet name. “Why did you stop?”

“Because I think you like it when I do.” Bronx felt no need to lie. He had no idea how long he’d be allowed to have this. He wanted to draw it out. And a small part of him wanted to make sure that Monty would never settle for someone like the mediocre men he’d been with in the past.

Monty swallowed heavily. He stared at where Bronx’s hand was still holding him, still and gripping tightly. His body was flushed with his ruined orgasm. “I…”

Bronx lifted his brows. “Yes?”

His chin trembled, and he fucked his hips, almost like a test to see what Bronx would do. He loosened his grip a little, and Monty gasped. He did it again, and Bronx’s fingers loosened even more. It was barely a touch now.

Monty groaned in frustration and flopped back. “Please.”

“Please what?” He shifted higher up, kissing along Monty’s torso. He stopped by his right nipple and grazed his teeth over it, making Monty’s back arch. “Tell me what you need, sparky. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Anything?” The look in his eyes told Bronx there was a hidden, bratty side, and Christ, but he liked the thought. Hehoped he had time to tease it out of him before this was over.

Bronx bit down on the tendon in Monty’s neck, then released him just before it became a lasting mark. “Yes, gorgeous. Anything.”

Licking his lips, Monty shifted his body slightly toward Bronx. “Together.”

Together? Bronx frowned, but only for a moment. It hit him after a beat, and then he swung his leg over Monty’s and settled his own hard cock against his lover’s. “Like this?”

Monty’s breath shuddered out of his chest, and he nodded. “Mm. Please.”

“I think you need to convince me a little better than that, sparky.” Bronx’s fingers found their way into his messy hair, gripping it tightly before he tugged.

A gasp rushed from his chest, and Monty’s lower half stuttered upward. “Oh.”

Bronx grinned. “Maybe a little better than that. Show me it’ll be worth my while. I know you can. You’re so fucking good for me. Show me how it’ll be.”

Monty fell back against the pillows, but this time, he took Bronx with him. He curled his fingers against the back of his neck, guiding him into a kiss as his other hand snaked between their bodies. He brushed Bronx’s hand to the side, then gripped them both together and began to stroke. His fingers couldn’t fit around them both, so he used the thrust of his hips to make up for it.

Fuck, there were few things better in life than the feeling of Monty’s hot, impossibly hard dick rubbing against his own. Bronx’s hips picked up speed as his own desperate orgasm toyed with him.

He wanted to come. He wanted to let go. He wanted towatch himself paint Monty’s cock with white-hot streaks as they both made a mess.

Bronx kissed him one last time before sitting up and pinning Monty’s legs with his ass. He kept his gaze locked as he grabbed himself, Monty’s dick flopping back down against his stomach, and then he began to stroke.

“No. Eyes on me,” Bronx ordered when Monty’s eyelids began to close again. He was observing carefully, making sure that Monty wasn’t going unconscious, but that wasn’t it. Not now. Monty was overwhelmed, and Bronx was going to make sure he stayed present. “Watch how good you make me feel. How much I want you.”

Monty’s lips parted on a sigh as his gaze moved down. His cheeks flushed bright pink, and Bronx lost himself to the pleasure of it. His head tipped back as he came, the feeling rushing through his limbs—a white-hot heat. He spilled in streaks over Monty’s cock, and before he was even back in his own body, his hand had reached down and was stroking Monty with it.

“Oh,” Monty groaned. “Oh.” He babbled something else Bronx couldn’t understand, and then he caught Bronx’s gaze. “Faster. Please, please.”

As though Bronx could deny him anything. He picked up speed, his arm burning. The room was full of a gentlefap fap fap, skin hard on skin, punctuated by the soft groans punching straight out of Monty’s chest.

He trembled, sitting halfway up, and then he was coming. Bronx felt it against his palm, the rough pulse, and he slowed his hand, forcing Monty to draw it out, to chase the last tendrils of that pleasure.

Bronx was a complete mess and deliciously exhausted as he collapsed forward and took Monty’s mouth in another rough, morning-sour kiss.

“I don’t think I’ve ever woken up this way,” Monty confessed.

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