Page 73 of Cross My Heart

Ty grabs my wrist and removes my hand from his hair, then places his hand around my neck and squeezes lightly. It feels possessive, and I’ve never loved anything more. His forehead meets mine gently, his nose brushes against mine, and our lips touch in an almost kiss. It’s gentle—too gentle.

“If you’re gonna kiss me,” I breathe against his lips. “Just put me out of my fucking misery already.”

“Oh, God,” Tyler whispers, closing his eyes. He seems to be battling with himself on what to do, and I’m just about to push him away and get out of here when he slams his lips to mine.

The kiss is frenzied.

Ty sucks on my bottom lip roughly, and I suck on his top one. It’s as if fireworks explode inside of me, and my body is engulfed by a wave of heat, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. His teeth graze me, pulling, letting go. His tongue teases the seam of my lips, and I grant him entrance, and then his tongue strokes mine in a slow rhythm. As if he’s savoring me. Trying to make this last forever.

Our hips have a mind of their own, and if we’re not careful, I could come just like this—from dry humping against a kitchen counter.Goddamn it, Tyler, what are you doing to me?

My hands reach around him and grab onto his ass cheeks, squeezing gently, and he moans, his hand tightening around my throat slightly. It’s not enough to steal my breath, but just enough to make me feel crazy.Crazier.

Tyler’s hand around my neck begins to shake until he drops it and grabs my hips, rolling his own until our cocks are rubbing against each other even better. The friction is driving me wild, out of my fucking mind. The only thing that would be even better is having him bare against me.

“Ty,” I groan when he keeps rutting against me, and I can feel myself leaking pre-cum in my boxers. My spine tingles with the need to come, and my balls draw up. “I’m close.”

“Come for me, Noah,” he moans softly against my lips. “I need you to come.”

“Take your cock out,” I tell him, and he stops. The need to come is overwhelming and painful, but I wait patiently as he does what I say. I take out my own, and when he drops his boxers, I grab his along with mine. “Fuck, baby, your dick is perfect.”

“Just for you,” he breathes. “God, Noah, that feels good.”

I stroke us together, our cocks in my hand, and I speed up my pace. I’m really close already, and Ty pulls away from me and dribbles spit onto my working hand. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I jack us long and hard, and when he wraps his hand right over mine, taking the rest of the length of our cocks, I groan under my breath.

Ty swipes his thumb over the head of our cocks, and he whimpers. He does it over and over again, and his nostrils flare with the effort to keep quiet. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, and my balls ache with my impending release.

I moan, “Just like that, love. Fuck my fist, give me your cum.”

“Oh, God, baby, please keep talking to me like that,” Tyler begs. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking good.”

“Harder, please,” I beg him. “Faster.”

Tyler’s grip around our cocks gets tighter. He begins to moan, and my toes curl at the sound. We keep up the pace, and I begin to thrust into his hand, chasing my release. The familiar tingling sensation takes over quickly, and it takes everything in my power to keep myself in check. Everything about this man makes me come undone.

The way Tyler thrusts up into our hands and rubs against my cock has my eyes rolling to the back of my head all over again, and my groans and moans are uncontrollable. “You’re so fucking good at this, Ty. My good boy.”

“Iamyour good boy.” Ty moans too. “All yours, baby.”

“So fucking good.”

“I’m gonna come,” he groans, and his cum starts spilling into my hand, my cock rubbing against it. It lubricates me, making it a thousand times better. “Oh, God, oh, fuck.”

“On your knees, Tyler,” I growl. “Suck my cock.”

Tyler drops to his knees immediately, taking me into his mouth and to the back of his throat. His warmth envelops me like a tight hug, and I throw my head back and moan softly. He digs his fingernails into me, and I look at him. He seems to want my eyes on him, and with his lips wrapped around me, I can’t look away. He looks so fucking good on his knees.

“Fuuuck,” I say with a loud whisper. “Right there. Oh, please, please don’t stop.”

My balls rise, my spine tingles, and suddenly my cum is shooting down his throat. It spills from the corners of his lips, running down his chin, and I realize I like it messy. I want to mark him. I want him to know he’s fucking mine. Mine. Mine. All mine.

“You’re mine, Tyler Hayes,” I growl, kneeling and then kissing him. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, tasting cum, and smile. “Your cum is mine, your ass is mine, everything about you is all mine.”

“On my life, Noah,” Tyler whispers. “I swear I’m yours.”

I look at him. At the cum decorating his chest and abs, and grin. In an unexpected move, he grabs the back of my neck and roughly shoves his tongue into my mouth. A groan reverberates from my chest, and he smiles over my lips. He tastes like us, and I smile back.

“You like that?” he whispers. “My dirty boy.”

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