Page 110 of Adored
“I want you to fuck me for the first time,” he whispered in his ear. “I need you to be my first.”
Poe moaned, his body on overload. He pictured taking Gamble, and while he naturally liked to receive, he wanted to have that intimate moment with him.
To be his first.
His only.
“I want to know what it feels like, and I want to trust my mate with that intimacy. I want to give myself to you. All of me.”
Since his brain was not wording, Poe simply nodded in agreement.
His dick was so hard, that he knew he was about to cum, and he was helpless to stop it. Gamble was in control of the pleasure now, despite what he wanted Poe to do.
“God. Please,” he whispered, as the man worked his dick over with his fist and fingers. Poe’s hands were on the edges of the tub, holding on for dear life.
“I want to know what that feels like with the man I trust more than anyone in the whole world. I want your dick in me,” he admitted.
Poe was struggling as that need overwhelmed him.
“Yes, please,” he begged. “Take me over, and I’ll fuck you, Gamble,” he whispered.
Gamble gave him what he wanted.
He jerked him off, pumping his cock like he’d do to himself if he was trying to cum. The whole time, he left no spot untouched.
That roughness was erotic.
Gamble knew that there was another plus to being gay.
A man knew how to touch another man’s body to get pleasure. God knew he’d done it plenty the last month fantasizing about Poe.
Perched between Gamble’s thighs, Poe was on the edge, and he knew he couldn’t fight for long. His fist was destroying his control as he worked the tip of his erection, wickedly.
“Oh, God,” he muttered, as Gamble was whispering dirty things in his ear that he wanted them to experience together.
When he began slipping, Gamble bit him on the neck, and he came so hard that he shouted his name.
“GAMBLE!”
There was no way he could fight that shove over the edge. He erupted under the water.
“Oh, fuck me, Mate,” he whispered, as he let his body rest against his man as he let the waves of orgasm overcome him.
And it felt damn good.
Turned on by his mate, Gamble was enjoying each experience with Poe. He was very vocal, and loved it when he touched him.
That was new, as of late. It was damn nice not to be told no, or to stop in the middle of pleasure.
“God, I love watching you cum for me,” Gamble admitted. “You’re sexy, Doctor.”
Oh, well, Poe liked cumming for him. The mere fact that Gamble got him off before taking pleasure for himself told him all he needed to know about him.
He was a fantastic, giving lover.
When Poe resurfaced from the intense pleasure, there was no way he was done.
So, he grabbed the plug keeping the water in the tub, so it began emptying out.
