Page 61 of Stick By Me

“Fuck, oh fuck.” I arched my back again and fisted his hair, tugging on it, my toes curling into the duvet. “More, Archer.”

He snuck a second finger inside me and pumped his fingers in time with my dick, then moaned over my shaft.

As the burn in my hole melted into the pleasure rippling through my cock, I tipped my head back and lost myself to him. He was my everything. I’d do anything for this man. He’d given me all of himself and he deserved the same from me. “Do it, Archer. I’m ready.” I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted that deep connection.

“Yeah?” He rummaged in my nightstand for a condom, ripped it open, then rolled it over his leaking dick. “Leo? This is going to hurt. Just so you know.” He caressed the inside of my thigh, his forehead wrinkling.

“I know.” Fuck if I cared. I still needed him the same.

“Give me a pillow.” He held his hand out.

I held up a pillow and he took it.

“Lift your hips.” He set the pillow by my hips.

As I lifted, he tucked the pillow under my ass. “Okay, I think this will be more comfortable.” He slathered more lube onto his dick, then fell over me on a straight arm. “You’re beautiful, Leo. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.” He pressed a lingering kiss on my lips, nudging his cock into my stretched hole.

I grabbed his hips and looked up at him, really looked at him, his thick lashes, and the emotion in his large, brown eyes.God, I love him. How could I not? “Ready.”

He breached my hole with the head of his cock. “Oh, fuck.” Dropping his head, he panted for a moment and squeezed his shaft. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

My ass clenched around him, and the burn washed over my skin. “So do you,” I gritted out.

With a groan, he slowly pushed in more, then stopped. “Leo? You okay?” His gaze searched my face.

“I’m fine. Keep going.” I was doing this, damn it. I didn’t care if it tore me in two. I dug my fingers into his hips and tugged, urging him on.

Groaning, he filled me up, one slow inch by slow inch until his balls rested against my ass. “Fuck, Leo. I can’t move.” He lowered down onto his elbows, his arms cradling my head, then looked deeply into my eyes. “This means a lot to me. I hope you know that.”

Hooking my ankles around his hips, I said, “It actually means a lot to me, too.” I relaxed around his shaft, the pressure of him feeding something primal in me. “Kiss me and move.” Wrapping my hand around the back of his head, I pulled his mouth tomine, then brushed our lips together and whispered, “I need you to move.”

While devouring my lips in hungry kisses, he reared his hips back and plunged into me, again and again, his body shuddering.

I gasped and shook as his dick left me empty, then stretched me again, pleasure and pain mixing in a delicious cocktail. Slanting my mouth over his, I held him to me and ravaged him with kisses, our teeth clashing and tongues dueling for dominance.

After a few minutes, his thrusts became shorter and erratic, and he broke the kisses. “Leo, I’m close.” He nibbled the shell of my ear as his breath shivered over my neck.

I adjusted the angle of my hips and sparks of sensation burst up my spine, jerking my dick between us. “Fuck, close, too.” With a long moan, I fisted my cock and pumped it in time with his rocking hips, the edge of climax teasing me. “Come, Archer. Come for me.”

As he cried out against my neck, he held tightly to my shoulders and quickened the pace of his hips. “So fucking good, Leo, Oh my God.”

Pleasure swarmed from my core to every nerve ending and my balls drew up. My cock swelled in my hand, then spurted hot cum onto my stomach and chest. “Fuck yeah.” I fell over the edge and sparks lit up behind my eyes.

As it slowed, he fell on top of me, panting and burying his face in my neck. “Holy shit, that was good. Are you okay?” He lifted up and studied my face.

I quirked my lips. “I’m more than okay. Best orgasm I’ve ever had.” By far. I had no idea it could be like this. I brushed a lock of his hair off his forehead.

“So, does that mean you’ll do it again?” He raised the edge of his mouth.

“I suppose so.” I widened my grin, taking in his stunning face. I couldn’t imagine never having him like this again.

“Good.” With a quick kiss, he slid out of me and sat up on his tucked legs. “Sorry, I need to get this condom off.” He pulled the condom off and tied it, then threw it on the floor. “I’ll take care of that later. Right now, I want to cuddle with you.”

“You do, huh?” I opened up my arms. “Guess we’re both sticky at this point, so who cares.” We’d deal with my mess later.

He fell into my arms and laid his head on my shoulder, facing me. “I’m so glad you were open to doing that.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? It feels fucking great.” I hugged him to my chest, thinking about the whole condom thing. Neither one of us were planning on seeing anyone else. “Hey, can we try doing it without the condom?”

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