Page 69 of Loving You

Chapter Eighteen

MONTY

“Mm.”Monty had his jaw clamped shut to muffle his moans, but apparently, Bronx wasn’t having it. He gripped Monty by the chin and pressed with his thumb until Monty’s lips parted.

“Good boy,” Bronx murmured.

Monty’s body flushed with heat, his cock throbbing—hard against his belly and untouched because Bronx was tormenting him by ignoring it. He’d touched every other part of him, had his body singing in ways he didn’t know it could, but he’d been kept away from the edge of his orgasm for so long.

An eternity, it felt like.

He was going to die like this, and oddly, he was content with it.

“I want to hear you,” Bronx told him, giving a lush roll of his hips. He was buried completely in Monty’s ass, his thick cock filling him, stretching him. Every pass nudged his prostate, and when it didn’t, Bronx’s fingers pressed behind his balls to make sure he was tormented from the outside. “Come on, sparky. Give me your moans.”

Another roll of his hips, and Monty’s head lolled back on Bronx’s shoulder, a loud groan erupting from his chest. They were on the bed, Bronx sitting on his knees, Monty facing the headboard. One of his legs was propped up on the nightstand for purchase, the other spread wide and held in Bronx’s left hand. His hips were strained with how far apart they were.

And there was no way to rub himself off on anything. He was trapped, at Bronx’s mercy.

Exactly where he wanted to be.

“I want,” he managed to get out as his vision started to go white.

“Tell me. Beg me,” Bronx murmured.

“Please. I want you to fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want you to touch me.”

Bronx chuckled in his ear and sped up his thrusts. “I’m pretty sure I am touching you, sweetheart. All over.”

Monty let out a frustrated groan. “Not…not there, you’re not.”

“Where?”

Monty had never been big on dirty talk. With Bronx, he was getting better at begging and saying exactly what he wanted. Bronx wanted him to be explicit. Forward. He didn’t want Monty to hold anything back. Bronx wanted to give him everything he asked for. He just had to find the words.

And it was silly to get flustered over such a small thing, considering what Bronx had done to him—where he’d had his hands. His lips. His tongue.

“My cock,” he managed.

“Good, yes,” Bronx said. He picked up speed so fast Monty was overwhelmed with the sound of Bronx’s hips hitting his own and the feeling of being fucked hard. Hishand drifted down Monty’s chest after letting his legs fall to the bed, and Monty toppled forward onto his hands and knees.

Bronx held him with one arm wrapped around his chest and a hand around his cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, rabbit-fast and unrelenting. Monty lost his ability to see, to hear, to speak. He was a mess of sensation—pleasure like he’d never known.

Had he started coming? Would he ever stop?

The world went black, and his body went limp, the cataplexy taking over. He could hear Bronx grunt, and then he felt the warmth of his come filling his ass, and then Bronx’s quiet curse when he realized that Monty had succumbed.

His thrusts slowed to nothing, and Bronx gently lowered Monty onto his side, curling around him. He brushed a soft touch down the length of his body, and Monty fought to stay present and not give in to the strange visions behind his closed lids.

It passed quicker than usual, and it wasn’t long before he was blinking his eyes open. “Bronx.”

A kiss dropped on his shoulder, then along the back of his neck. Monty felt a wave of relief with the realization that Bronx was never going to panic when it happened. He wasn’t going to freak out and hit pause and treat Monty like he was a helpless child.

He would still want him. And they both needed each other in equal measure.

Monty managed to turn with floppy limbs, grimacing as Bronx slipped out of him. He could feel come leaking down the back of his balls. It was the first time they’d done this without protection, but it had been three weeks sincethey’d confessed feelings, and they’d gone to the clinic together to get tested.

Monty felt safe in a thousand ways with Bronx, and he never wanted that feeling to leave.

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