Page 37 of Rescued

I don’t warn him, other than a grip of my fingers holding the silky threads of his hair at the back of his head—and I come so fucking hard, my cum filling his mouth, coating his throat.

Before I can even fully compose myself, his hands cup my face, his mouth crashing onto mine.

I taste myself on his lips and deepen the kiss, pulling him even closer, my hands gripping his ass. He moans into my mouth, and I nip his lower lip, making him gasp.

“Lube,” I hear him say, his voice husky with desire. It takes me a second to process the word, but I fumble for the nightstand drawer, pulling it open and grabbing the bottle. My hands are shaking as I toss it onto my belly, watching through half-lidded eyes as Mika grabs it.

He squeezes a dollop of the slick gel onto his cock, stroking it over the thick, veiny length. I reach down to help, but Mika catches my wrist, gently pushing it away.

“If you touch me now, I’m gonna come before I even get inside you,” he grits out, his voice trembling with restraint. “And Ineedto be inside you when I come.”

My cock gives a weak twitch at his words, and I bite back a moan. Mika squirts more lube onto his fingers, working one into me with slow, careful movements. I can’t help the way I push back against his hand, the stretch burning in the best way.

“Fuck, babe, every inch of you is holding me. You squeeze me just right,” Mika growls, his voice thick with need. “So hot.” He slides a second finger in, scissoring his fingers to stretch me out, and the fullness has me gasping, my cock hardening again despite how spent I feel.

When he curls his fingers just right, brushing over my prostate, stars explode behind my closed eyes. I cry out, clutching at the sheets as my body bows off the mattress.

“Mikamikamika!” I cry out, my voice breaking as pleasure shoots through me in waves. “Do that again!”

He does. God, he does, his fingers thrusting inside me, stroking that spot that sends sparks of fire racing through my veins. My body arches off the bed, desperate for more, and I can’t stop the noises spilling from my lips. Mika’s touch is everything I need and more, but it’s not enough. Not yet.

I feel the loss acutely when he pulls his fingers out, my body clenching at the sudden emptiness. Before I can complain, he’s crawling up my body, his weight pressing me into the mattress, pinning my hand between us when I reach for myself.

His cock presses against me, thick and hot, and I know what’s coming next. My breath hitches as he leans down to kiss me, his lips firm and claiming.

When he pushes forward, the blunt head breaching me, my gasp is swallowed by his mouth. My eyes snap open as a sharp, burning stretch overtakes me, and I clutch at his shoulders, needing something solid to hold on to.

“Relax, Gabe,” he murmurs, his voice rough but gentle. “Let me in, baby. Please.”

I try. God, I try, focusing on the soothing strokes of his hands on my hips and the warmth of his voice. “Trying,” I manage, though it comes out shaky. “Oh shit, Mika!”

He doesn’t push further, just waits, his kisses softening, his body radiating patience. Slowly, the burn eases, and I take a deep breath, willing my muscles to relax. He’s so fuckingbig.

“Please, Mika. Move!” I beg, pulling my legs up to give him better access.

The look in his eyes is pure fire as he starts to press deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until his hips are flush against mine. My body stretches to accommodate him, the fullness almost overwhelming but so damn good.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.

“B-b-burns a little,” I stammer, sucking in air. “Just a minute.”

He kisses me, his lips soft and reassuring, and strokes my sides as I adjust. The burn fades, replaced by a heat that’s deeper, richer.

“Move,” I whisper, and he does.

Histhrusts are slow at first, deliberate, like he’s savoring every moment. I meet him halfway, rolling my hips to match his rhythm, and the burn dissolves into pleasure that builds with every movement.

“Harder,” I gasp, my hands sliding down to grip the backs of my thighs, holding myself open for him.

He doesn’t hesitate, his hips snapping forward faster, harder, deeper, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. Every stroke sends white-hot sparks of ecstasy shooting through me, and when he hits that spot again, I shout his name.

“Fuck! Mika!” My hand flies to my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. I’m so close, the pleasure twisting tight inside me, ready to snap.

The orgasm tears through me like a storm, my whole body bowing off the bed as I spill over my hand and stomach. I shout Mika’s name again, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

“God, Gabe,” Mika groans, his rhythm faltering as he thrusts a final time.

I feel his cock jerk inside me, his release hot and deep, and the sensation pulls me into another wave of pleasure. He leans down, sucking at my neck, and I know he’s leaving a mark, claiming me in a way that makes my chest ache with something more than lust.

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