Page 42 of Depths of Desire
He lifted his hips, just slightly, as soon as my briefs were under my knees, and I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. My knuckles skimmed the hard lines of hislower abdomen, and he gasped, not loudly, not dramatically, just a small, involuntary sound that bloomed heat in the center of my chest.
Slowly, I peeled the fabric down, inch by inch, revealing skin I had thought about every day since the cabin. I watched the tension ripple through him, his abs flexing, his thighs twitching beneath my hands. He didn’t look away. He let me see everything.
When I had them off, I tossed the underwear aside, and for a second, I just knelt there, staring. Not because I was shocked or hesitant, but because he was stunning. The way he lay there, completely bare, harder than ever, stiff and upright, heat and need radiating off him in waves, looking up at me like I was the only thing in the room that existed.
I slid back over him, letting my chest lower slowly against his. Every inch of our bodies that met sent a jolt through me. My skin to his. My hips over his. My cock settling hard against his. Our legs tangled, knees bumping, hands searching. Our bodies aligned like they had always known how. Like they’d been waiting to be pressed together like this, seamless, burning, and so fucking real.
He pulled me down fully, one arm curling around my back, the other sliding into my hair. Our mouths found each other in the dark, open and hungry, slower now but deeper, tasting the promise of something neither of us dared to name.
I rocked against him, and he moved with me, leaving no space between us, nothing left untouched.
My hips thrust harder, sending pulses of tension into my cock as it ground against his heated flesh.
There was no thought, only instinct. I grabbed lube from the drawer of the nightstand, just a little behind Oliver, and tossed condoms onto the floor. The movements were not frantic asI dragged myself a little higher up his torso, sinking onto his abdomen.
Oliver’s cock thrust between my cheeks, its thickness filling the space and then some. In the moments it took me to pour the lube over my fingers, Oliver had split the condom foil open and slipped the rubbed down his dick.
The steel wires tightened around my heart as I rubbed my slick fingers over my hole, smoothly moving my fist down his hard cock, feeling his single, eager throb.
The tip of his cock pressed against my hole. It was only thanks to a particularly large rubber toy that I let my body sink lower with ease, not hesitating. Since the cabin, I hadn’t even thought of other men. Oliver was the only one I dreamed about, the one who was burned into my mind and my eyes, the one I recalled every time I inserted the dildo deep into my flesh.
I wasn’t guiding it anymore. Neither was he. This had become something deeper and older, like gravity had bent its rules just for us.
Oliver’s fingers flexed at the back of my neck, dragging my entire body another inch down, impaling me on his cock. Then he curled his fingers into my hair, holding me there, as if the very idea of parting even an inch was unbearable.
I bent down, swaying my hips to lower myself even more, exhaling a moan over his mouth.
His lips brushed mine again and again, small, desperate grazes between breaths, like he didn’t know whether to kiss me or inhale me whole. His abs tensed, hips lifting to bury his hard cock deeper into me, sending ripples of desire through my flesh.
The tension coiled low in my belly. Every stroke of our bodies, every shared breath, was winding it tighter. And not just from friction or heat, but closeness.
I kissed the corner of his mouth, then the edge of his jaw. He turned into it like he was starving for every point of contact, likemy mouth had become something sacred. His chest rose under mine, each inhale making me feel the strain in his muscles. He wasn’t holding back anymore. He couldn’t. Neither could I.
As I lifted my torso to ride him, Oliver came up with me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me down on his cock, forcing a loud moan out of my mouth.
I ground down on him again, harder this time, and he moaned, deep and low, right against my throat. It wasn’t just lust. It was longing. That aching, trembling edge where pleasure met need and neither one could be separated anymore.
“I can’t stop,” he whispered. “Not with you.”
“Don’t,” I said, brushing his temple with my lips. “Just…don’t stop.”
Our rhythm grew feverish. Messier. Perfect.
We clung to each other like drowning men sharing the same air, locked in a rhythm older than reason. I held him through it. I felt the full-body tremble that overtook him, the way he gritted his teeth to keep from falling apart too soon.
He touched my face like I was the fragile one. Like I was the precious thing, even though we both knew he would be the first to crack.
It undid me more than anything else.
My dick dragged inches up and down between our pressed bodies, rubbing just enough to drive me wild. I leaned back, freeing it of the unbearable friction, letting it rise, and planted my hands behind my back, just between Oliver’s spread legs.
He thrust himself off the floor, lifting me with him and sinking all the way into me. The rapture of pleasure passed through me, splitting me in half.
Sweat trickled down the sides of my face, and I looked at Oliver. Beads were collecting on his brow, his cheeks pink and flushed with exertion. He kept his pace, penetrating me with vigor that threatened to destroy me. I welcomed it. I cravedevery thrust, every sudden bolt of pain, every spilling warmth of pleasure he could offer.
And when my abs tensed, when my head fell back, when Oliver wrapped his hand around my aching cock, I didn’t have the slightest bit of strength to fight it.
I wanted it to last, but that was never going to happen. I wanted him inside me all night, but time was not on our side. I wanted to be fucked like this for the rest of my life, but the rest of my life was something I had promised not to ask for.
