Page 115 of Bad at Love

His gaze goes to my lips, and then his hand is on my cheek, fingers brushing my skin. My eyes fall closed, my lips part, and then he’s kissing me. A soft press of his lips against mine that gradually gets firmer before his lips open for me, and I feel the soft swipe of his tongue against mine. I whimper, and don’t even care.

Our bare chests press together, his erection crushed against my thigh. My hands go to his neck, needing him closer. So much closer. Closer than I think is even humanly possible.

“I missed you,” he says, bringing his mouth to my neck and kissing down my chest. He drops to his knees and tugs my briefs down, taking me into his mouth. My hand thumps against thewall, and I look down at him. Our eyes lock as he sucks me off, and I see in his eyes so much emotion.

“My god,” I groan, resting my head back again and finding his hair to tangle my fingers in. It’s been so long since I’ve come, since I’ve had him around me. I never lasted long to begin with, but it’s even worse now. “Storm…” His name comes out as a whine, and I bite my lip, fighting away the urge to come down his throat. It’s so hard to believe he is here, that this is real. “Stop, please. Stop, stop…” I beg, tugging on his hair. He does, but I can tell he doesn’t want to.

“I’m sorry,” he says, getting to his feet and moving to step back, looking absolutely mortified.

“No,” I growl, gripping his arm and tugging him to me. I kiss him again, strong and firm, and he kisses me back just the same. I turn so the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and holding onto him, I sit down and scoot back. He crawls over me, his body covering mine. “I need you,” I say. “Please, I need you inside me.”

I never thought I could crave someone the way I crave Storm. I never knew I could need someone the way I need him. Before he left, I knew I liked him here, loved the things we were doing, but it took for him to leave to actually see how badly I need him. And now that he’s back? It’s impossible to stop. I need all of him; I need everything.

“Please,” I say again.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, resting his head against mine.

“Yes, please.”

His mouth is on mine again, thrusting his erection against mine. He’s so hard and feeling him rubbing on me is making me impossibly harder.

“Storm,” I whine. “Please.”

“Okay,” he breathes out. “Okay.”

He sits up on his knees, then leans back to reach into my nightstand drawer and pulls out the lube that we put in there once he started sleeping in here with me. Storm makes quick work of getting it on his hand and sliding a finger inside me.

“Oh my god!” I groan, grinding against his hand. “More. Please.”

Without a word, he adds a second finger. I think I may explode just like this. Just having him touch me, having him back here… it’s all too much. Too much, yet not enough at the same time.

“Inside me. Now. Please.”

There’s no teasing from him this time. He does exactly as I say. He gets to his feet for just long enough to get naked, then he’s coating his dick with lube and lining up with my hole. Pressing inside me slowly, he holds onto my legs to keep me steady. I grab his arms, digging my nails in and urging him deeper.

“Slow down,” he says.

“No. I need you,” I say with a shake of my head.

He nods in understanding and continues to push inside me. There’s some resistance, my body being annoying, but I relax myself as much as I can, needing him in me.

“Fuck,” he hisses once he’s all the way in. I lean up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck to pull him to me, needing his lips on mine.

Storm rocks against me slowly, hands touching everywhere, lips never leaving mine. I hold onto him for dear life, not wanting him to get away from me. He hits the perfect spot inside me, and he’s lying on me enough to give pressure to my dick, which has me quickly climbing toward an orgasm that I so desperately want.

“Storm,” I whine.

“Yeah, baby.”

“A little faster, please.”

He does as I say, moving just a little bit faster.

“Yes, yes, just like that.” My fingers dig into his skin. “I’m going to come.”

“Fuck, Gabriel,” he groans as he keeps up his pace.

The orgasm has my dick spasming, shooting cum between us. Storm licks my chest free of it as he keeps fucking me, moving faster now, using my body how he needs to get off. I’m still hard, still feeling like I could come again, if he keeps going.

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