Page 99 of Kismet

I decide to go with honesty. “I’m just really happy to be here with you. This wasn’t how I pictured the night going, and I didn’t come here expecting to wind up in bed, naked with you, but I’m happy you didn’t kick me out.”

His Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow, and he doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“I’m not going to make some big declaration of my feelings tonight like you did. And not because I don’t feel those things, but because I justcan’tyet. I need to process everything… because what you gave me was a lot. I think it’s pretty obvious I can’t stay away from you, no matter how hard I try. I want this tonight. I want you and me. But past tonight, I’m going to need time to process it all.”

My throat is suddenly drier than the Sahara Desert as I take in what he’s saying. It’s hard to hear, absolutely, but at the same time, I get it. Everything I laid out for him tonightwasa lot to take in and it’s shit he should’ve been told years ago. It would be odd if he didn’t need time to think everything over.

“I understand,” is all I utter before pressing my lips to his again. He tastes like hope and a future worth having, and when he opens for me, and my tongue glides along his, I know without a shadow of doubt, everything will work out.

His strong arms wrap around my neck, urging me closer, and he whimpers into my mouth when I position myself between his open thighs. We’re both hard and throbbing, and with every flick of my hips, we rub against each other. My body vibrates with a primal need to take him. To own him. To mark him asmine.

We keep this up, kissing and rutting into one another for several minutes, before we’re both panting and dying for more connection.

“Do you have lube?” I sit back on my haunches as he nods his head and reaches over into the bedside table. My stomach flutters and my heart palpitates when he tosses the bottle plus a condom onto the bed. Lying back down and watching me, he strokes himself long and slow, a dark, gleaming look dancing in his eyes. His feet are planted flat on the bed, giving me an incredible view ofeverything, and my mouth waters.

I uncap the lube, pouring a generous amount onto my fingers before bringing them to his hole. He shivers and groans when the cold liquid touches his skin. His nipples are hard little pebbles, and he continues to work his cock over with his hand. As he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, I breach the tight muscle, his hot, velvety channel welcoming me.

“Fuck,baby, you’re so fucking tight for me.” My voice is full of gravel. Deep, husky, and dripping with my hunger for him.

His eyelids are heavy, and his pupils are dilated, making his already dark eyes appear black. He’s a goddamn masterpiece, and the moan he expels when I get knuckle deep is music to my fucking ears. I waste no time withdrawing my finger, only to thrust back in with two this time. He clenches around my digits, and I can’t fucking wait for it to be my cock his ass squeezes.

I slap his hand away before swallowing his cock, bobbing up and down, while I work on stretching him. He fists the sheets under him, his hips bucking up and gagging me, and the taste of his arousal is heady. My own dick throbs and leaks as I savor him.

It’s been five years since I’ve been fully inside him, and the knowledge that I’m about to be is almost too overwhelming. I’ve spent countless nights lying awake in bed, wishing I could be near him. Feel his body heat beside mine. Taste his breath on my lips as I slide into him. Hear his breathy moans and needy grunts as he gives himself over to the pleasure my body gives his.

Five years, and it almost feels too good to be true.

“I’m ready.Please,” he begs, squirming under me.

Popping my mouth off him, I drag my fingers out, but not before I graze his prostate one last time and watch him tremble. My fingers find the foil, bringing it to my mouth and ripping it open with my teeth before rolling it all the way on, never taking my eyes off him. I grab the lube, slathering myself up, then moving to slick his hole up.

Once I’m done, I set the bottle off to the side before lining myself up. “You look so fucking beautiful,” I tell him before resting my hands on either side of his head, pressing my lips to his as I push inside. His hands fly up to cup my cheeks as he parts his lips and slips his tongue into my mouth. Rocking into him gently, so not to hurt him, I inch my way in farther.

It’s been fivelongyears since I’ve been inside Cash, and it’s like no time at all has passed. He’s home, and nothing feels as good as he does. His tight channel squeezes my cock, constricting as he works to relax around me.

One of his hands snakes around the back of my neck, grabbing at the short hairs on my nape, while his other remains firmly planted against my cheek. He continues to kiss me with long, powerful strokes of his tongue while I sink fully inside him. I have to pause once I’m fully sheathed because the pressure and the warmth is too much. If I don’t slow down, I’m going to finish before I even really get started.

Our lips break apart, my forehead coming to rest on his, as our breathing mingles, becoming one.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much, Stone,” he breathes against my lips.

Goosebumps erect over every inch of my skin as my heart pounds behind my ribs, threatening to bust out. This moment is so intense I have to slam my eyes shut in fear of breaking down and crumbling.

I pull almost all the way out of him before sliding back in, both of us groaning in unison. He’s gripping my cock so fucking tight, it makes my breath catch in my throat. I reposition so I’m resting on my forearms instead of my hands, bringing me closer to his face as I pick up the pace.

I meant every single fucking word I admitted to Cash earlier. I’m so in love with him, it’s impossible to think sometimes. Falling for him wasn’t hard. In fact, it was the opposite… it wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into a new house and knowing without a doubt you’re home now. Being wrapped up in him is every single thing I ever wanted love to be, but never knew it could be.

With his gaze locked on mine, he lifts his head slightly, flicking his tongue inside my mouth and grazing my teeth, before nipping my bottom lip and eliciting a deep-throated growl from me. Reaching down, I grab one of his thighs, pushing it back against his chest as I use my other hand to grip the headboard and pound into him rougher.

Soft cries fall off his lips as he holds on to me like he’s scared to lose me, like I could ever walk away from him again.

The sound of our bodies moving together, and our shared groans, mix with the noise from the storm raging outside. The rain has picked up, beating down on the window as the thunder roars and the lightning brightens the night sky.

Emotion stings my eyes and coats the back of my throat as I take in his dazed and flushed face. He’s absolutely stunning when he’s blissed out like this. Fuck, who am I kidding? He’s fucking gorgeous, no matter what he’s doing.

In a move I don’t see coming, he wraps his legs around me and flips us, so he’s on top of me. With his hands planted firmly on my chest, he grinds on my lap as I’m still buried deep inside, with his head tossed back in pure ecstasy. His hair is wet with sweat and hanging in his face, and he can barely keep his eyes open as he shamelessly takes what he wants from me.

“Fuck,Stone…”

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