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Edries nods.

It takes longer than I anticipated since I didn’t exactly prepare myself like I should have. But finally, I’m sitting on his cock, catchingmy breath. God, I’m going to feel him for the next month! He’s not long, for which I’m actually thankful because I don’t think I could stand feeling him in my chestwhilehe’s quite literally trying to tear me in half, but that girth!

Once I can breathe, I shift so I’m on my feet and begin to ride him. Slowly at first, so we can both adjust to this feeling. Has he been in an ass before? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but then he moans and the sound goes right to my balls. I ride him in earnest now, bouncing high and hard. Somehow, I don’t bounce myself so far that he leaves my body. It never happens quite like that. Especially in this position. But it’s right. It’s good.

I turn around after a while and give him reverse cowboy. Every lunge down hits my prostate and makes me moan loudly. His hands grip my hips and I can tell he’s waiting as patiently as he can before I let him take over.

It won’t be long now. I’m running out of steam. Out of energy. But it feels so good.Hefeels so good.

When I stop bouncing, I’m panting. “Your turn,” I say. “Fuck me.”

I’m suddenly on my knees, gripping the headboard as Edries replaces his dick in my body. It happens so quickly that I don’t remember him pulling out until he’s pushing back in.

“Holy fuck,” I say, my head hanging.

He grunts once he’s inside. One foot is planted on the bed beside me. He removes one of his hands from my hip and grips my wrist.

Then he’s fucking me like a machine. The angle, the depth, the speed—everything is perfect for an orgasm to start building like a storm. The grunts and cries from my mouth never stop. Never quiet. He fucks me on and on and on.

Edries pulls my hand from the frame and leans my forearm on the wall. I feel stretched out this way, with no leverage at all. His mouth presses to my shoulder. My spine. His rhythm doesn’t stop. His thick dick never misses its mark.

With the hand that was on my hip, he grips my cock and startsjerking me in time with his thrusts. My eyes cross. It’s not long before my orgasm screams out of my body, making everything inside me tense as it consumes every inch. Lights every nerve. Burns every cell.

He doesn’t stop fucking me when I’m wrung clean. Edries just releases my dick and wraps his arm around my stomach. Fucking me. On and on and on.

I know when he’s finally met his end. Not just because he freezes with his cock deep within my body, but because I can feel his dick pulse like a heartbeat in my too-tight ass. His groan is low, guttural. His open mouth is against the back of my shoulder, his breaths harsh and hot.

His hips pull back and fuck inside me once more. Twice. His dick continues to pulse.

And then it’s over. The world pauses as we suck in air.

We topple to the side and he wraps around me, keeping his cock buried in my ass. In fact, he wiggles in such a way that I can tell he’s trying to keep it in as deeply as he can manage. His arms wrap around me in a vice grip. A bear hug.

He kisses the back of my shoulder.

Then we’re quiet as we catch our breaths.

Chapter Seven

Edries

I’m not sure if it’s because we’re both lonely. If it’s the storm raging outside and we’re forced together, to share a space. Or it could very well be the time of year that’s made us both compromise our judgment.

But I’m sure, without a doubt, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.

Am I concerned by the knowledge that it was with a man? My lips brush the back of his shoulder for maybe the dozenth time since I dropped us both onto our sides. His ass is still stretched impossibly tight over my cock, which hasn’t gone entirely soft yet.

No, I’m not bothered by the fact there is a man in my arms. A man who somehow fits fuckingperfectlyas my little spoon.

However, I do have some questions.

“Do you always bring condoms on solo vacations?” I ask.

Gabe’s snort of laughter makes me smile. But when it dies down, I can feel the sadness in him. The way his body kind of… droops. I hold him tighter to my chest, trying to force my cock deeper. That’s a comfort, right?

“I fell in love with the wrong man,” he says after a minute and my breath catches. “Two summers ago, some friends and I went on acruise like we do every summer. I met Roux, a friend’s younger brother. I was enthralled as soon as I saw him. He told me over and over, repeatedly, that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. He just wanted a distraction—he’d come from an abusive situation recently. And… I was just convinced that he would fall in love with me if I just gave him time. He sought my attention as much as I did his, but the difference being that he would always start off the conversation with a reminder that this wasn’tthat.”

I kiss his shoulder again. Not sure how to comfort him right now.

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