Page 135 of Trigger

“What? To be on top?”

“To see you like this. Naked and lying under me. Your blue eyes,watching me.”

“I always watch you, Dominic.”

It was the moment I would never forget. His eyes filled withmirth. The necklace, dangling from his neck. His cum-smeared torso. God, thatman could come buckets.

“Do you always come so much?” I asked him when he licked my jaw,seemingly fascinated by my stubble.

“Nope. It’s the Tye effect.”

I grinned, only to feel his hands moving into my hair with gusto.

“You have a thing for my hair, don’t you, Dominic?” I asked him,already knowing the answer.

“I do. But I also have a thing for you, Tye.”

It kind of gave me an opportunity to say something to him,something that I needed him to know. I flipped him on his back and cupped hisjaw, making him look at me.

“I like you, Dominic. A lot. Too much, probably. Don’t fuck me up,okay?”

It didn’t even scratch the surface of what I felt for him, but Ididn’t dare say more.

“I like you, too,” he said, caressing my cheek. “Kiss me again.”

I kissed him, never intending to stop. And I climbed on top of himbecause I needed to feel every inch of him on every inch of me. I rubbed myhard dick against his, watching the flames of arousal burn in his eyes as wedry-humped like teenagers. Everything between us was sticky because I nevercleaned up his chest, and on purpose, too, because I wanted visible proof thathe was mine. I needed it rubbed in my skin. I needed to feel it in my bonemarrow. I needed it imprinted in my mind.

When he moaned, I let go of his lips reluctantly. His pupils weredilated, his irises dark with want.

“Do you want to fuck again?” he whispered, looking dazed. “Do youwant to fuck, Tye?”

Instead of a reply, I found his hole and plunged deep inside him.He gasped and his eyes widened in shock as I fed him my dick—every swollen inchof it.

Fuck. I should have lubed him again.

“It’s okay,” I said soothingly, kissing his lips. “Just a bitmore, baby.”

When I bottomed out, he hissed, sputtering a shocked,"F-fuck!"

“You take me so good, baby,” I praised him, watching his facetransform into a mixture of wonder and awe. “You were made for me.”

When I started to stroke his dick, he gritted his teeth, grippingthe sheet until I heard it rip.

"F-fuck, Tye, you're… ah, God… killing me… oh, my Go… God! Rightthere! Oh, motherfuck..."

I kept fucking him, listening to his incoherent ramblings whiletrying to hold off my climax. My fingers were slick with his pre-cum thatwouldn’t stop pouring out of the flushed tip. When I was on the verge ofcoming, I swiftly pulled out of him.

“I want you, doggy,” I bit out. “Ass up. Up. Fucking up. Now.”

He got into the position as I gripped his hips and slid into hishole, moaning like a madman when the tight heat embraced me. The sight of mydick buried inside him almost killed me as I gritted my teeth and started toram into him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room,accompanied by the squeaking of the bed. All of it was deafened by his criesthat sounded something like, “Tah-aye-aye-aye”.

“Does it hurt?” I said through my teeth, unable to slow down butbracing myself for it in case he needed it.

“N-n-no…” he stammered, his teeth chattering. “So-so-o… g-g-good.”

When I hit his gland, he shouted. “There! Oh my God, Tye… justthere!”

I gave him what he wanted while stroking him until his dickerupted. He cried out, spasmed, and went crazy, fucking himself on my dick ashe spilled into my hand. And when he lost it, I lost it.

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