Page 166 of Loving the Legend
“Yes,” I hiss as I grip the sheets.
My whimper turns into a moan when he leans forward and whispers, “It’s been too long. I’m thinking I should fuck my hole all night and let you come in the morning.” The room blurs as his words send fire through my body.
I have to come.
His fucking scent.
I need to come.
My stomach contracts, my balls draw up, and I cry out as a rush of blood floods my dick.
“No,” he growls, smacking my ass hard and pulling out.
I groan, feral with need, and whip around and shove him to his back.
“What are you—fuuck.” He gasps as I wrap my mouth around his cock.
My eyes roll closed as I lap up his pre-cum, and a tingling sensation shoots up the back of my head.
Husky moans sputter out of him, the vibration so hot that I have to press the base of my dick to stop myself from coming.I reach for the lube and squeeze some on my cock and his hole, and finger him open. I’m on the edge as I line my cock up and dive inside.
“Fuck, Ty,” he groans.
I roll my hips slowly, savoring the tight velvet grip on my cock.He feels like heaven.I stare down at his gorgeous face and bite my lip hard to keep from blowing. I’m tracking every shift of his face when he winces.
“Hurts?”
“No. Feels good. Fuck. You’re just really deep.”
I grin. “I miss you coming on my dick.” I lift his legs to fuck him deeper and reach down and stroke his dick. His soulful eyes disappear behind his lids as his abs contract, curving his pecs. I swipe up a pool of pre-cum glistening on his tip and suck it into my mouth. I gaze over his sexy V down to where my dick disappears inside of him. “Damn,” I rasp. I stroke his dick harder as my balls draw up. On my next thrust, he clenches hard around my dick, and I fucking lose it. A thunderous orgasm has me bending him in half and hammering his tight fucking hole. I ignore his grunts filling my ears and his cum painting my chest, and I fuck him mercilessly. He’s clenching my sensitive dick so hard that my vision wipes out when I crash on top of him and burrow my face into his neck.
I shudder when he spreads my legs and slips his dick inside of me, plugging my hole. I melt against him, unable to tell our racing hearts apart, and for the first time in weeks, an inner peace settles inside me.
I’m startingto doze off when Sid breaks the silence. “Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m sorry I was hot and cold before we separated. I wanted to help you, but nothing I did helped. I didn’t mean the comment I made the night of my fight. I know you have my back.”
“It messed me up,” I admit. “I couldn’t get it out of my head.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, raising my chin to meet his gaze.
“I’m sorry, too, for threatening to step out. There’s no one else I want.” He arches down and kisses my forehead. “I need to feel you, Sid. I need our connection. I’m fucked when I can’t feel it.”
“I know. I need it too. These weeks apart…” He shakes his head. “Never again.”
“I hated it too.”
“This is crazy. I’ve never loved like this.”
“Never?”
He shakes his head. “These last few weeks were rough.” I lean up and kiss him, and he matches my tenderness. I hate to think of him hurting. After I pull away, he says, “I’m a jackass for not seeing how the attention on me and Arnaz impacts you. I assumed that you knew it was all garbage. With everything that’s happened, he and I kind of leaned on each other—just as friends—to cope with the homophobic backlash. It was never ever anything other than platonic for me. I’m clear about that.”
“Baby, I can trust that it’s platonic for you, but I don’t think it is for him. Even at the gardening event, I caught him staring at you intensely when you weren’t looking. I saw it again tonight when you were both on the couch. Trust me, I know how it looks to desire you.”
“He never said or tried anything. I swear. What do I do about it? I can’t avoid him. We’re on the same team, and with everything going on, how can I cut him off? He’s been a good friend.”
