Page 30 of Our Hearts to Break

“I want you to fuck me.” I lick my lips. “It’s all I have ever wanted.”

He cups my cheek and smiles. “I’ll make you feel good.”

“You always do.”

The doors open into an expansive foyer decorated in tasteful shades of white and gray. There’s a full eat-in kitchen, a massive living room, and several doors, one of which is the master bedroom. French doors lead to an expansive balcony overlooking the bay. Even with the doors closed, I can smell the saltiness of the sea. It permeates every inch of this small town.

We leave our bags by the walk-in closet and stand on the balcony, listening to the slow-moving water. Our fingers brush once more, and Nate takes his hand in mine.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says in a deep but calm tone. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know.” I squeeze his hand. “I’m just wondering how much this will change us.”

Nate drops my hand and moves behind me, hands on my hips, his hard cock digging into my ass. “Nothing has to change. We’ll still be us. I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you’re freaking out about.”

“Could you be with me? You know, just us. Like this. Forever.” My cheeks flush the second the words leave my mouth. “I mean?—”

“Forever? Yeah.” He bends down to suck on my neck. “I’ll never leave you.”

“What about women? You’d give them up for me?”

“I don’t think of it that way,” he says against the shell of my ear. “If I were to date a woman, I wouldn’t think of it as giving up men to be with her. So, why would it be any different with you?”

He has a good point.

Nate licks the length of my neck. “Do you want to keep talking about this… or would you rather play with the toys you packed?”

“The toys,” I mutter as he sucks on my skin.

I’m putty in his hands, ready for him to mold me. Tilting my head to the side, he bites my skin, letting his teeth graze over my warm flesh.

“I want to mark you.” Nate sinks his teeth in deeper this time. “Claim you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I wanted a relationship with my best friend from the start. He’s the love of my life, the one person who always has my back. In his arms, I feel complete.

I expose my neck to him. “Claim me, Nate. Take what’s always been yours.”

He nibbles on my flesh and growls in my ear, “Fuck, you drive me crazy. What are you doing to me?”

Like a hungry lion, he drags me into the hotel room and slams the balcony doors. He rips off my shirt and pants and then slides my boxer briefs down my thighs. I kick them off, and Nate’s on his knees, tongue rolling over the head of my hard cock.

He peeks up at me, a wicked look in his eyes, and sucks the tip into his mouth. Just a few inches, enough to tease me, and then pulls back.

“I love how you taste.” His nose nuzzles my groin as he sniffs me in such a primal way it’s intoxicating. “How you smell.”

Finally, he’s mine.

Nate stands and lowers me to the California king mattress. I fall backward on the bed and spread my legs, stroking my cock. I’m so painfully hard pre-cum leaks from the tip.

Liking what he sees, Nate removes his shirt with a greedy look in his eyes and tosses it onto the hardwood floor. Next, he works his pants past his hips and lets them drop to his ankles.

I reach for the waistband of his Dolce boxer briefs, and he swats at my hand.

“Don’t tease me,” I choke out. “I want you. Right fucking now.”

Nate waggles his eyebrows and ditches the boxer briefs, revealing his impressive cock.

“Is this what you want?”

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