Page 58 of Turning Tides
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day.”
Shane’s confession was an arrow to my heart. Sometimes I felt like I was obsessed with him, the way he connected with my thoughts so often. Nearly every moment of the day. It was the best kind of distraction, but hearing that he did the same thing had me smiling.
“Yeah? What were you thinking about?” I took hold of my cock and lined it up with his hole. Shane inhaled sharply as I pressed inside. I watched my bare cock slide into his body. Enraptured didn’t begin to describe what I felt. It was better than anything I’d ever experienced. Tight and hot and just for me.
Shane took a deep breath and bore down, practically sucking me into him. Clamping my hands to his hips, I drove forward, sinking fastinto him. He felt like he was made just for me. That this space in him had always been mine to fill.
Shane reached for me, his fingers scrabbling at my legs as he tried to pull me closer. I pulled him back as I pressed deeper, rocking into him as hard and deep as I could go. Shane let out a whine and I slid my hands up to his shoulders. Gripping him tight, I thrust into him hard and fast. My pace was punishing, but it was meant to be.
Already I was sweating and out of breath. Wound tighter than a spring, I was ready to snap. Right from the beginning, I’d loved the way Shane gave himself over to me. The way he let me play with his body, guide him, order him around was almost as good as the way he looked at me when I was doing it. Shane made me feel powerful. But it didn’t stop at the bedroom door. He looked at me like he believed in me, and he treated me like he did. And it was hard to imagine failing at anything when he was convinced that I’d succeed.
I bent over, pressing my forehead against his back. I slowed my pace until I was gently rocking into him. Beneath me, he wriggled and babbled, pressing into me, meeting every thrust with naked enthusiasm. The sounds he made were mine and mine alone. Forever. It didn’t matter to me what Cyrus thought about it. He could get over it, or not. Either way I wasn’t giving Shane up. I’d already lost my best friend and my business.
“Archer—please.”
“What do you need?” I straightened to look at him when he spoke.
“Need to kiss you.” His cheeks were either pink from embarrassment, or exertion, but either way I found it endearing.
He whimpered when I pulled out, and I smacked his ass just because I could. “Behave. You wanted to kiss.”
I didn’t hate the idea either. I went around the bed and up to the headboard where I leaned against a couple of pillows. Shane wasstanding now, staring at me as I took my cock in hand and stroked it slowly.
“Get on.”
“What?” He looked confused.
“Ride me.” I stroked my dick again.
“But—I’ve never—”
“I don’t care that you’re taller and outweigh me. I want you to get up here and sit on my dick. Do you want that?”
Shane kneeled on the bed and climbed up, still looking uncertain.
“Be a good boy and sit on my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
The pink on Shane’s cheeks turned crimson, but he did as he was told. Throwing one leg over me, he reached behind himself and lined my cock up with his hole.
“That’s right. There you go.” I put my hands on his hips and pulled him down as I thrust upward, sinking my whole length into him. He wound his arms around me and slanted his mouth over mine.
I tasted his whimpers as he started to rock back and forth. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this, on the border between wild and contained. Shane’s pace increased. His tongue battled against mine as he fucked himself on my dick. We kissed until Shane pulled away, gasping and panting.
“Please—” he said.
I don’t think he knew what he was asking for anymore. He was like me, so full of want and need that it drove him a little crazy.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a slow stroke, watching his body twitch and shake as his ass clamped tight around my cock.
“I—I—” Shane lost all ability to speak. His hips suddenly had a mind of their own and he rocked back and forth, faster and harder.He was heavy and solid, and I loved the way it felt to have him on top of me, but to still be buried in his hot ass. I still didn’t want to bottom, but I loved how much bigger Shane was. Broader and thicker in all the ways.
His cock leaked a steady stream of precum and his breaths had turned choppy, staccato little puffs that increased in intensity as he neared his climax. Shane’s mouth ghosted over mine, but he seemed incapable of doing anything except for breathing and writhing on my cock.
“Look at you,” I whispered to him, letting my lips dance against his when I spoke. “You’re gorgeous like this.”
I swept my free hand up his body and cradled his face in my palm. “You’re going to make me come, Shane. Do you want that?”
He nodded, his motions turning more frenzied as he rocked, fucking himself harder and harder. I jerked him faster and he slammed his mouth down over mine as he came in jerky motions, lacking any sort of finesse or grace. Shane was a mess. A needy, sweaty, slutty mess and he was all mine.
