Page 19 of Beautifully Complicated

“Make me come.”

Reaching for his cock, I’m shocked to find my moment of insecurity didn’t spoil the mood. In fact, he’s just as hard as he was while I was inside him, giving me a renewed desire to make this a night he won’t forget.

Kier falls back to the mattress as I gently stroke his shaft, spreading his legs in blatant invitation. I line up and push forward, vision swimming as I sink inside his tight hole. It’s a snug fit, one that engulfs my length inch by glorious inch as I press onward, our combined moans echoing in the room around us as we come fully together.

Bottoming out, I hold still save for the hand gliding over his cock. Kier shifts and flexes around me, adjusting, and a ripple of ecstasy spears along my length and up my spine. When he finally settles, I start to move.

Slowly at first, still on my knees so I can admire the view, I pump gently. The sight of my cock disappearing into his tight channel is a heady aphrodisiac, visual confirmation of the pressure I feel, which only seems to enhance the pleasure.

Kier’s head rolls from side to side as I drive into him with long, leisurely thrusts, hips occasionally straining upward to chase the hand on his cock.

I’ve never seen anything so sensual in my life.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmur as I watch his body writhe, feel it seeking pleasure from mine.

A hint of pink floods his cheeks. “I don’t think anyone’s ever called me beautiful before.”

“I’ve never called anyone that.” I gyrate to hit him from a new angle, reveling in the way it makes him bite his lip to contain a moan. “But there’s no other way to describe how you look right now.”

“I would’ve thought I looked debauched.” Kier’s back bowes as I pump his cock.

“That too.” I grin mischievously, giving his shaft another tug while plunging to the hilt.

“Jesus, that feels incredible.” He presses a hand to the headboard, seeking leverage to push himself against me.

“Which part? This?” I spear forward, nudging his prostate with my crown. “Or this?” I stroke his dick.

“Both.” His head thrashes back and forth as he repeats, “Both.”

“Good to know,” I mutter to myself as I brace to drive him wild, knowing it will test my own resolve.

Jaw locked, I piston my hips in rhythm with my fist so that each time I bottom out my hand hits the base of his dick. The force of my thrusts is enough to push him up the mattress, but the hand he’s got positioned on the headboard helps counter my efforts, making us slam together with reckless abandon.

“Holy…holy shit.” Kier’s chest heaves as he takes everything I have to give. “Aiden, God.”

His ramblings spur me onward, but already my thighs feel ready to give, and I have to let go of his cock and lean forward, caging him between my arms to give my hips control.

The new position allows me to push even deeper, and a subtle roll of my pelvis has me pegging his prostate. Each time my crown meets that sensitive bundle of nerves he clenches around me like he’s trying to hold me in place, the added pressure sending a jolt of rapture to my dangerously heavy balls.

“Oh God, Aiden. Leanbh. I’m gonna come.”

Once again that deliriously uttered endearment nearly makes me falter, but this time around I’m quicker to dismiss it, to bring my focus back to what I’m doing to Kier’s body that would make him lose his mind.

Drawing from reserves I didn’t know I had, I propel forward with renewed urgency, relentlessly pounding Kier’s prostate. Each thrust has me crushing his cock between us, giving it the friction it needs to topple into oblivion.

“Yes. Yes. God, Aiden. Yes.”

Hearing Kier beg for me is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock, which is ready to explode. To stave it off I start counting like the damn movie, praying I can delay long enough to send him over the edge first.

I’m at twenty-eight when Kier goes rigid beneath me, gripping me so hard I can’t contain the cry that rumbles up my throat.

For a brief second all I know is searing heat. The kind that makes time seem to stop, like the lag between a roller coaster reaching the top of the climb and starting to drop. Then I’m in freefall, pleasure racing through me as my balls explode with a force that renders me immobile.

Buried to the hilt, I’m not sure if the tremors I feel are coming from me or Kier. Either way, my cock is quivering inside him as I spill, filling the condom to the point I’m not sure it can contain my release.

Limbs shaking, I fall to Kier’s chest, the evidence of his orgasm spreading between us. Two strong arms envelop me, cradling me against the chest below. A pair of soft lips presses against the hair on the top of my head.

“Can you feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest?” I grimace, but it’s too late to take back the question.

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