Page 111 of Three to Fall

He was warm, the taste of him now familiar, and I sucked him as he toed his shoes and socks off and stepped out of the puddle of clothes. He leaned against the door, one hand coming to the back of my head and resting there gently while I tongued his shaft and snuck my hand between his legs to cup his balls.

I moved rhythmically, plunging down over his cock and then drawing back, taking him fully to the back of my throat and then withdrawing right to the tip. My heart rate calmed with each suck and lick, my breathing slowing until my dick was as hard as his. All my thoughts turned to the need building inside me, while Chaos’s precum beaded on my tongue.

This was easier than feelings I didn’t want to have.

He helped me to my feet, and I pulled his shirt off with one hand while reaching behind him to lock the door with the other. I kicked my shoes and socks off, following him to the bed as he got on it and twisted onto his side, rummaging through the top drawer of my bedside table until he came up with a bottle of lube. He lay back on the pillows, watching me with heated eyes, one hand lazily stroking his cock, keeping himself hard while I got undressed.

I got my jeans off, yanking them down. And then my shirt hit the floor somewhere beside his and I was crawling across the bed to him, settling between his muscled, tattooed thighs. I stared down at him, all fucking abs and biceps and golden skin. His chest had the lightest dusting of hair, with a darker trail that ran from beneath his belly button to the thatch above the base of his cock.

He squirted lube onto his fingers and then reached for me, getting it over my cock, slicking me up so good it had me groaning in pleasure. I lowered myself down on top of him, rubbing all up on his dick and lowering my head to kiss him.

I plunged my tongue into his mouth, thrusting slow with my hips, nowhere near penetrating him, both of us writhing together, getting off on the feeling of skin on skin and the pure attraction I couldn’t ignore when we were naked together.

Our movements became frenzied, our kisses deeper, harder, less gentle, more demanding. Chaos bent his knees, raising his hips, forcing my dick lower, grazing against his taint and then between his ass cheeks.

We groaned at how close we were to where we wanted it. I nudged his entrance with my tip, wanting so fucking badly to just push inside and fuck him until we both came.

But I’d come in here for something else.

I leaned down and kissed him hard, moving every inch of our bodies together so I had the best leverage when I flipped our positions, rolling us so he was on top and I was laid out beneath him.

I reached between us, gripping his cock and guiding it to my ass, making it clear what I wanted.

He blinked, surprise clear on his face. “Hawk…”

“Don’t say dumb words. Just fuck me.” I swallowed down the nerves. “And kiss me. Don’t stop kissing me.”

He lowered his mouth to mine. “You sure?”

I only kissed him harder, raising my knees and hips the way he just had for me and groaning softly when the tip of his cock found my entrance. He was slick with lube from me rubbing against him, but he squeezed the bottle again anyway and pressed his hand between us, stroking my taint with the cold liquid, then lower to give the same treatment to the spot I wanted him most.

He thrust his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard and fast, spinning my head in dizzying circles that only fed the pleasure inside me. His slow thrusts teased my ass, opening me up just the tiniest bit each time he prodded me there, my dick getting all the delicious friction from being between our two bodies.

He teased me, going slow, until I was writhing beneath him, need building inside me, a desperate ache to feel him there, to have him deep inside me, our bodies connected in a way I couldn’t stop thinking about. I rocked my hips, trying to get more, desperate for the feel of him.

“You feel so fucking good,” he muttered against my lips. “Your ass is so tight I’m going to come the moment I get inside you.”

He drew back to stroke my cock, and I wanted to scream in frustration at how close he’d been, and yet, now he was making me feel good in a whole different way. I threw my head back and groaned, jacking my hips up, thrusting into his grip, abs flexing, fingers bunching into the sheets as I fought back my orgasm, not wanting to come.

He prodded my ass again, the added sensation maddening, bringing me right to the edge of an orgasm I could barely keep a grip on.

He kissed my neck, bit me there just enough I knew it’d leave a hickey, one I’d fucking wear with pride because I wanted his mark on me just as much as I wanted mine on him.

My head spun. My breathing was too fast. I just wanted him to fuck me so I could come.

I caught his gaze, ready to demand the orgasm he’d been taunting me with.

But the words that came out were soft. Gentle. And not at all what I’d planned.

“I love you.”

He paused, but then grinned, like I’d said the funniest fucking thing. “Did you just say you love me?”

Embarrassment crept up my neck. “No.”

He snorted on his laughter, but then it died, and he brushed his lips over mine. “Yeah, you fucking did.”

I shrugged.

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