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He nods eagerly. “Please, I need you. I want to feel you everywhere and get lost in your touches until it’s all I can focus on."
“Okay. If that’s what you need.”
“I need you,” he says, rubbing his ass over my crotch, waking up my cock.
I run the rag up and down his long length, moving it down to his balls, slowly caressing each one between my fingers. “I missed you, Roo. I’ll never leave your side again.”
“You can’t promise that.”
“I’ll promise you the world if it means keeping you safe.”
“Get me dry and take me to the bed, I want you inside me for as long as I can have you. I want to fall asleep with your cock buried between my cheeks, to be full of your cum.”
“Joey…”
“I’m not fragile or delicate. I know what I want. I don’t need time to think it through, I only need you. Will you give me that?”
“Yes, baby.”
I lift him out of the water, standing him up on the tile floor. I unfold a large fluffy towel and wrap it around his shivering body before guiding him to the bed. He stands in front of it, dropping the towel while smiling at me the same way he did in my office a few days ago, the way he always does. Throwing himself back on the bed, he spreads his legs. "Come show me how much you've missed me."
I cock my head, walking closer while taking in his beautiful naked form. Even covered with cuts and bruises, he's the perfect vision. "Scoot back and lift your knees to your chest, baby. Show me everything that's mine."
He does as I ask, holding his legs up in the air with his ass and dick fully exposed. It's like walking into a buffet of all my favorite things. I lean on the bed, gripping his lower thighs to give me a better view of his twitching pink hole. He shivers when I press a kiss to the inside of each thigh. I swipe my tongue over the bead of precum dripping from his slit, closing my eyes to savor the taste. It feels like a lifetime since I last had the chance to. My fingers slowly stroke his length, earning me a few light moans and I lick at his cock again, taking the tip into my mouth. He tastes like soap and him the more I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock. My fingers itch to be all over his body and so does every part of me. I had almost lost him and there was a huge chance I'd never see him again, so I knew exactly what he meant by needing to feel me everywhere.
I need it too so I can know this is real and not another one of my dreams. "This we do for each other," I say, releasing my mouth with a pop. More mewls and whines slip from his lips when I press a finger to his tight pucker. Spit drips from my mouth, coating his hole and I rub my finger in it before getting him more wet with my eager tongue. Unable to get enough of him, I fuck deeper, spreading his hole with my fingers to give my tongue more access. I lick and suck at his hole in a desperatehunger while fucking him with my fingers. I've been starved of him for days and I no longer want to take my time taking what's mine, what's ours.
I position my body between his thighs, lining my cock up with his hole. I shove my cock all the way in with one thrust causing his thighs to shake and he clasps the sheets between his fingers. I grab onto his thighs, moving in and out of him slowly at first before increasing my speed. He feels way too good and there's no way I'll last long. I don't need to. Not today. "Fuck, you always feel so good, Roo, so perfect and so mine."
I thrust my hips a few more times and my balls draw tight as heat pools in my stomach. I keep going while stroking Joey's cock in quick strokes with my fingers. His sounds become animalistic as he thrashes against the sheets and he shoots his cum between us. I keep fucking him while gathering his cum with my fingers and slipping them between my lips with his deep green eyes watching me. I savor the taste of him while filling him with warm spurts of cum. His cheeks are flushed red and his eyes are half lidded. "It really is good to be home."
I chuckle, slowly pulling out of him, loving the way my cum drips from his hole. "We aren't home yet, mi amor."
He smiles lazily at me. "As long as I'm with you I am, and that felt like a welcome home gift to me."
I smile, pressing a kiss to each of his knees before setting his legs down. "We will be back in our house in Kansas soon and I'll gladly welcome you home again then."
"I'll gladly accept when you do, but I kind of like being here in this house." Something tells me he is leaving something out of that sentence, but I am not going to question it today. We have plenty of time for that later. I collapse on the bed beside him, pulling him into my arms, slipping my cock between his cheeks. I bury my nose in his hair, pressing a kiss to the tip of his ear.
"Me too."
Twenty-three
Carlos
I open my eyes when my door creaks open and light footsteps slide against the wood floor. The room is dark and all I can see is a silhouette of someone standing in front of my bed. They don't say anything and start crawling over the mattress, gliding over my body with their erection pressing into my thigh.
"Shhh, I couldn't sleep," the voice comes off as a whisper and a soft pair of lips press against mine. Without giving it another thought, I part my lips, welcoming the intrusion of the person's tongue into my mouth.
I know it isn't Isaiah almost immediately, because the man tastes nothing like Isaiah and the weight of his body is different. I still remember everything about Isaiah even after all these years, even the way his tongue would move alongside mine. Only this person's tongue is more gentle and explores my mouth as if it's doing it for the first time. Joey. He rocks his body into mine, releasing soft moans into my mouth while our kisses becomemore desperate. The more our tongues and bodies collide, the more I realize how much I want this. How much I needed it after laying on the other side of that wall wide awake replaying the sounds of Isaiah and Joey's pleasure in my head on repeat. What beautiful sounds they were too, ones that had my cock desperate for release. Ones that had me wishing I was in that bed with them. "Joey," I say, pulling my mouth away from his. "I can't. We can't. Isaiah."
"It's okay," he says. "It's all okay now." He kisses me again and I shake my head, struggling to move my arms to push off his body. The weight of his body becomes heavier and his kisses are more forceful. My arms remain stuck to the bed and I no longer feel in control of my own body. I try to scream, but his mouth drowns out my sounds.
I open my mouth again and get a mouth full of cotton. I blink open my eyes to my face buried in a pillow and I'm alone in my bed with no Joey in sight.
My breathing comes out in pants and my body is slick with sweat. It was a dream. I toss my pillows and blankets away, quickly sitting up against the headboard. The room has a bit of light shining in it from the nearby window. It's morning which means I had actually managed to fall asleep after my constant tossing and turning. My underwear is still tenting from my straining cock. I slowly bring my hand down my body, reaching for it and setting it free from the confinement of the cotton material.
I close my eyes picturing Joey's soft mouth sliding over my tip as I stroke my long length. His warm and soft lips slide up and down my cock, licking around my tip with his wet tongue. As wrong as it is to have these thoughts, nothing has ever felt so good. My fingers quicken their pace as I picture Isaiah sliding behind Joey, shoving his cock inside his tight hole as I continue fucking his sweet face.
