Page 51 of Rescued

“No one has…I’ve never let anyone fuck me before. But I need this. I need you. Just you.”

His words are rough, raw with need, and they wash over me like fire.

My eyes widen, and my cock swells instantly. I’ve wanted Mika—I mean really wanted him—but I’ve been perfectly fine with letting him take the lead. Hell, it’s not like I’ve ever felt unsatisfied. I had wondered, though, if he’d ever…been on the receiving end, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. Now, here he is, offering himself to me in a way he’s never offered to anyone.

It’s overwhelming.

I feel honored, full of love, and so turned on I think I might come just from the thought of being inside him.

“Mika…” My voice breaks on his name.

He steps closer, his hands sliding to my waist, his touch grounding me as much as it ignites me.

“Are you sure, Mika? We don’t have to.” I try to keep my voice neutral, not wanting to let my own overwhelming desire pressure him. But damn it, I want this.

Mika doesn’t hesitate. He grabs the towel I’d been using and wraps it around my waist, using it like a sling to pull me against him. The heat of his body, the water still dripping from me soaking into his clothes, makes my head spin. His shirt clings to every chiseled muscle, outlining his frame in a way that’s nearly sinful. I don’t resist when he presses his mouth to mine. The kiss is fierce and consuming, a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues.

I grind against him, desperate to be closer, my hands gripping his shoulders, as though I might fall if I let go. But then Mika steps back, leaving me panting and dazed.

Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt, his fingers working each button free with a deliberate, maddening precision. My cock throbs, my whole body aching for him. The shirt falls open but doesn’t slide off, leaving a tantalizing view of his smooth, muscled chest as he kicks off his shoes.

He moves backward, out of the bathroom, and I follow as if pulled by an invisible thread of desire.

When he stops beside the bed, he continues undressing, and I’m mesmerized. His fingers glide to his waistband, unbuttoning his pants with the same unhurried sensuality. As he pushes them and his boxers down, the tails of his shirt part, revealing his cock, already hard and dripping.

That’s it—I can’t just stand here anymore.

I step forward, sliding my hands inside his open shirt, gliding over his chest, his shoulders, then down his arms, pushing the fabric free. Our mouths meet again, this time for a tender, lingering kiss as I ease him down onto the bed.

I guide him to the center of the mattress, lifting his thighs and spreading his legs wide. My hands move down his legs, removing his socks before I sit back to take him in.

He’s breathtaking.

Mika lies before me, thighs open, exposing every part of him—his cock, his balls, and that virgin pink hole I’m dying to claim.

“Fucking perfect, Mika. Perfect.”

Leaning over the side of the bed, I rummage in my bag until I find the lube. I set it down on the mattress, my gaze returning to him. I’m almost overwhelmed with the need to touch him everywhere, all at once.

“Where to begin…” I murmur teasingly, trailing a finger from the head of his cock, already slick with pre-cum, down to his balls. I let my touch wander lower, until I’m lightly caressing the tight, untouched entrance beneath them.

Mika groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Gabe, please, I need…”

“Need what, Mika?” I press just firmly enough to tease but not enter, stroking back and forth over his sensitive skin. “Tell me. Tell me exactly what you need.”

He pushes against my fingers, grinding his hips as if seeking relief, but I don’t give it to him. Not yet.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me, Gabe,” he finally gasps, his voice raw with desperation. As he groans his voice answers inside my head,“I need you inside me so much that I ache with it.”

He twists and writhes—his body begging even when his words don’t come fast enough. The sight is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I know, without a doubt, that this moment, this memory, will stay burned into my soul forever.

“Soon, Mika, just let me… Have to get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice is barely steady as I lean down, running my tongue over the head of Mika’s cock, savoring the salty taste of him.

He moans, hands tangling in my hair, guiding me closer. “Gabe, please…” His words are desperate, urging me on.

I grab the tube of lube and pop it open, refusing to rush this. As I coat my fingers, I focus on him, laving the sensitive underside of his prick, feeling the hot, firm weight of it against my tongue. My slick fingers trail along the crease beneath his balls, teasing until I brush against his entrance. His body jerks, and I let my fingers circle there before pressing one inside.

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