Page 95 of Private Exhibit
Andy seized him in his arms, crushing their mouths together as he thrust in deep again. “Gods, Dev,” he gasped. “Can we just stay right here forever?”
Devon sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut.
Andy bit off a choked sob, then burrowed into him, nuzzling his throat. “Stay with me,” he whispered, sounding more like he was praying than talking to Devon. “Gods, please. Stay with me.”
I want to, Devon thought, but he couldn't make himself say the words, knowing he'd never get them out past the lump in his throat.
He tried to reach for Andy, wanting to hold onto him, but his arms still wouldn't move.
Andy pulled slightly away again, studying his face again, his gaze intense like he was trying to memorize it. He let go just long enough to grab Devon's hands, pulling their arms in close. Andykissed the backs of Devon's knuckles, then stared into his eyes again. “I've got you, baby. Daddy's got you.”
Devon surrendered to the moment. With Andy keeping him so contained, he manged to forget that he couldn't move. There was no longer any need to move. Andy had him, and that was all that mattered.
The longer it went on, the more Devon felt everything. There was the almost painful grind of Andy's hipbones into his groin. The teasing, ticklish brushes of Andy's skin along the insides of his thighs. The rough scratch of Andy's pubic hair against his slick, sensitive flesh. The unintentional flick of Andy's hard nipples against his own. Devon soaked up every tiny whisper of sensation. Reveled in it. Drowned in it.
Andy was right. Devon never wanted this moment to end, either.
He didn't even care if he came. Not really. A part of him desperately wanted it—needed that explosive release—but it wasn't nearly as important as the rest of it. They were there. Together. Alive. Flesh and blood. Racing hearts and panted breaths. It was enough.
It was perfect.
Still, Devon felt it building. He held his breath, trying to focus on Andy, not wanting to get his hopes up that it would actually happen. Just his luck, it would be like the last time, when all sensation died right before he came.
Andy's movements slowed. He studied Devon's eyes, then surged up and reached for something on the nightstand.
The glass walls changed. Suddenly, the room seemed endless, mirrors surrounding them on all sides.
Devon gasped and covered his face, barely registering that he was able to do so, too overwhelmed by shyness. “Andy!”
“Just look at me,” Andy insisted, pulling his hands away. Andy even moved back, sitting up on his heels and grabbing Devon by the hips. “Watch Daddy, baby. Just look at me.”
Devon stared up at him, his embarrassment slowly fading as he watched the man move, looking so powerful and in control that it took Devon's breath away.
Andy nodded to one side.
Devon swallowed hard, then obeyed the silent command. He glanced in that direction and gasped again.Oh gods. He saw Andy's reflection, saw the way Andy's body rolled and how his ass flexed with every thrust. The new angle somehow both disconnected Devon from the action and brought him closer to it at the same time. He turned his head and looked the other direction, trying to ignore the sight of himself, lying there, completely helpless, and focused on Andy instead.
The man was so beautiful, so strong, so in command, it almost hurt to look at him.
“Oh gods,” Devon gasped, feeling the pleasure suddenly spike. “Daddy! Oh my gods.”
“That's it, baby,” Andy murmured, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “You like watching Daddy, don't you, sweet boy?”
“Yes,” Devon panted. “Oh gods. Yes! Daddy, yes!”
“Keep watching, baby,” Andy growled, thrusting even faster. “Watch Daddy fuck you. Never stop watching. You hear me? Never stop–”
Devon arched up off the bed and cried out in surprise, startled by the suddenness of his orgasm.
Andy fucked him through it, dragging it out, making his entire body seem to pulse with pleasure.
Devon started to go limp in Andy's arms when he heard the man's breath hitch. He watched, wide-eyed, as Andy bit off a curse and gave one hard, deep, final thrust.
The pulse of Andy's cock was intense. It felt like something else was trying to squeeze its way into Devon's body alongside that hard length.Oh my gods. Devon held his breath, latching onto the sensation. He wanted to experience every second of it, knowing Andy was shooting his cum deep inside him. Knowing it was now part of him.
Andy bent over, gasping for breath. He slowly stretched out, easing down on top of Devon without pulling out, holding Devon down as he slowly kissed him.
Devon moaned, wrapping his arms around Andy and holding on tight. He never wanted to let go.
