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Shouldn’t think like that.

I sit up on my knees, still gently fingering his hole. But anytime I try to push inside his body, he tenses up again. “You should stroke yourself,” I whisper. “It’ll help distract from the pressure.”

He nods and starts slowly stroking his erection. His cock is so thick and pretty, I can’t help staring at it. Maybe one day I’ll let him fuck me. I’d love to feel that shaft inside me, stretching me open. I feel breathless as I imagine what he’d look like fucking me. I shiver with lust and press my finger against the tight rim of his ass a little harder

“Oh, fuck,” he wheezes as my slick finger slips inside him. “Oh, yeah, don’t stop. Please, Gabe. Fuck, it feels good.” I push it deeper into his warm, tight hole and the sound he makes is feral. He shudders, eyes burning into me, lips parted.

He’s tight. So fucking tight. I worry when I finally get inside him, I might pop instantly. When I push that one finger even deeper, he arches off the bed, a strangled moan escaping his lips.

“Fuck, you look hot,” I hiss, as I slowly work him open. It’s a turn on watching him squirm on my finger. I’d love to just push my cock inside him and take what I want. But I control myself. I don’t rush him. I bide my time, sliding my finger in and out of his hole until he’smoaning with pleasure. Once he seems okay with one finger, I add another, and then another, until he’s panting and begging for more.

He’s pleading now, telling me he’s ready, but I still don’t fuck him. Regardless of his begging, he needs more stretching. I rub and stretch his ass until he can take three fingers without wincing in pain.

Once I feel his muscles relax around my fingers, and his eyes are clear of pain, I move between his thighs. His eyes glitter with anticipation and excitement swirls in my gut as I line up my cock with his glistening hole.

When I finally push inside him, we both groan loudly. The squeeze of his ass is fucking heaven. He’s so tight and hot, I’m on the verge of coming instantly. I have to stop and take a minute, just feasting on is plump lips while I wait for my dick to calm the fuck down. Once I think I have my control back, I slowly thrust, and he moans and rides my cock with a look of bliss on his face.

I can’t believe I’m fucking Ryan Caldwell. It’s almost too much to handle. I’ve had so many sex dreams about him, I was worried reality couldn’t live up to the fantasy of this man. I was wrong. Reality is even better. His scent, taste, the squeeze of his hot flesh wrapped around my aching cock, it’s all a million times better than any fantasy could ever be.

I sink into his tight heat deeper and harder, and his groans get louder. I start unraveling. I’m losing control. He’s moaning my name over and over, his hands clawing at my back, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

“Gabe, fuck.Fuck.” His eyes are almost panicked as if he’s scared of what he’s feeling. His body is trembling and his cock is twitching against my stomach.

I understand exactly what he’s experiencing because I’m overwhelmed too. This doesn’t just feel like sex. I feel like I’m about to detonate. Come apart. Sex is usually about putting slot A into slot B, but this is different. I feel like we’re in the same fucking body. Everything he feels, I feel.

I’m covered in sweat as my body strains, pounding into him. Our mouths join, tongues sliding together and moans mingling with a desperation I’ve never known. I can feel him getting close, his cock twitching harder against my stomach. Panting, he slips his hand between our writhing bodies and he squeezes his cock in time to my thrusts.

His scent is intoxicating, musky, raw, and all male. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, licking and biting at the salty skin, tasting him like he’s my last meal. I can feel his legs trembling around my waist, his thighs squeezing me like he’s trying to keep me inside him forever.

His cock is a hard, leaking shaft pressed against my stomach, jolting with every thrust. I cover his parted lips with mine, swallowing his whimpers and groans. My thigh muscles burn as I thrust into him, spiraling toward my climax. I pull my mouth from his.

“You want to come, Ryan?” I whisper, pressing my sweaty forehead to his.

“Please,” he whines, eyes locked with mine. “Let me come.”

“You need it bad, don’t you? Need my cum inside you?”

He nods, panting. His face is pink from exertion and shiny with perspiration. He’s probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, flushed and drunk on lust. Just looking at him almost makes me lose control.

“Okay, you can come,” I growl, giving two hard, deep thrusts.

He shudders and lets out a guttural cry, his body arching off the bed. “Oh, God,” he chokes out, his voice raw and desperate. Then he’s coming, hot, creamy spurts splattering against my stomach.

The feel of his hot release smearing my skin, and the sight of him unraveling, his face twisted in ecstasy, is enough to push me over the edge. I groan into his neck, my hips stuttering as I empty inside him. My orgasm seems to go on forever,twisting through me like barbed wire as I spill inside his quaking heat.

Once we both stop moving and fall silent, I collapse on him in a sweaty heap, gasping for air. My chest is pressed to his, our hearts pounding in sync. I can’t remember ever coming so hard, my brain reduced to a foggy haze of pleasure. After a few moments, he laughs, his fingers weaving through my damp hair as his body trembles beneath me. I can’t speak yet, too winded and spent to form words.

“Jesus, Jacobs,” he manages to says, voice hoarse. He blinks up at the ceiling, a dazed, cocky smile spreading across his face. “I’m not religious, but I think I saw God.”

I laugh breathlessly, slowly pulling out of him. I roll off of him, lying on my back, letting out a long, tired breath. I’m surprised, but pleased, when he snuggles into my shoulder, his body still trembling with aftershocks.

I can sense he wants to be held, so I turn on my side and sling an arm around his waist. I tug him against me, and he puts an arm around me too. I bury my face in his soft hair, and the feel of his warm body against mine is nice. I shouldn’t be giving into this desire to connect with him emotionally. It’s foolish. Despite what I felt when I was inside him, that intense connection, this can’t ever be more than sex.

Even if I wanted more, it can’t happen. Falling for him would be insanity. He can never know who I am. He’d be horrified. Humiliated. If he found out that I knew from day one who he was and I planned to get revenge, there’s no way he’d believe that had changed. He’d never accept that I no longer wanted to hurt him.

I don’t though. Whether he’d believe that or not, I no longer want to get revenge. I see now that Ryan was going through his own hell when he was younger. That doesn’t make how he handled it okay, but it does make me less angry. I’m able to have some empathy for what he was going through. Mostly because he regrets it. That means a lot to me.

So, unfortunately, even if I wanted to have something real with Ryan, I can’t have it. It would never work. Eventually, he’d figure out who I am. It would be impossible to keep that from him forever. And then everything would blow up.

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