“Fuck me, Ev. Please.” Rico’s eyes begged him as much as his mouth did. “Need you. Hard, fast.”
Evan kept his gaze on Rico’s face as he slid inside the man’s body, trying to control the urge to thrust deep on the first pass. With short thrusts, he gained ground until he was as deep as possible. Rico gasped, moaned, and cursed as his channel adjusted to the thick intrusion. His walls were so tight around Evan’s shaft that it was a wonder Evan didn’t blow his load without further stimulation.
Once the tension eased from Rico’s body and he was confident he wouldn’t hurt him, Evan began to pound into himas if his life depended on it. Sweat poured off him as he strived to bring them the bliss they both craved. With every forward thrust of Evan’s hips, Rico grunted as he took the punishing rhythm without complaint.
Evan leaned down and kissed the mouth he dreamed about every night, but he panted so hard that he had to back off to pull oxygen into his lungs. When the telltale tingling began racing down his spine, he wrapped his hand tightly around Rico’s cock and tugged with the same pace as his hips rocking back and forth.
“Shit!” Rico yelled when his body went rigid. He came with such force that he shook. The spurts of hot cum on Evan’s hand and Rico’s ass clenching around his cock was all it took for Evan to follow him into orgasmic bliss.
As they lay in a sated heap, Rico ran his hand up and down Evan’s spine. “I love you, baby.”
Evan smiled into the crook of Rico’s neck. It may have taken him thirty-eight years to get there, but he was finally where he belonged. “I love you too.”