Page 72 of Salvaged Heart
“I had to get tested at the start of every baseball season. I was good then, and I always used a condom with…” I trailed off before I mentioned Laurel’s name. Bringing up his sister would be the worst thing I could do at this moment. “There’s been no one else and will never be anyone else but you.”
His eyes heated, “I want to feel all of you.”
It was the sexiest thing he'd ever said to me.
“Fuckkk.”
He grabbed the lube and went to squeeze some onto his fingers, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to allow him to prep himself. That was my damn job. I took it from him and placed it back on the bed before kissing a trail from his neck down his chest and stomach, taking him into my mouth for a few languid sucks. He groaned when I continued south, running my tongue over his balls to his tight hole, and began to work him open with my mouth.
It wasn’t long before Anders was a boneless mess writhing against my face. The noises leaving his mouth were downright pornographic, and the whimper he let out as I pulled away caused my already hard cock to pulse painfully. I wanted to be inside him so fucking badly, although not at the cost of causing him discomfort, but the way his blown eyes were watching me between his legs was testing every bit of my resolve.
“Patience,” I taunted as I coated my fingers in lube and continued to work him open, the soft brushes against his prostrate making his hips buck off the bed. Another string of curses left his lips as I pushed in a second and then a third. His body was so responsive, so eager to take more, his tight hole opening to me as I drove him to the edge of oblivion, then backed off again and again and again.
“I’m ready, Beck. I needed you inside me like five—fucking—minutes ago.”
He was full-on panting now. Pre-cum beading on the tip of his gorgeous cock, I leaned down and licked it up, having missed the taste so desperately while he'd been gone. He may have been the one with vices, but I was completely lost in my addiction to him. As if in a daze, I pulled my fingers out and coated myself in lube. I was probably using too much, but I didn’t care. He spread his thighs wider as I settled back between them and lined my cock head up with his hole.
“You have to tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will, Beck. Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
Leaning down, I kissed his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally, his lips. “I love you,” I mouthed against them before pressing into him and sliding in slowly until I was fully seated inside him. The sensation was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. He was impossibly tight, and the feeling of him bearing down around me was almost enough to make me spill inside him right away. I closed my eyes tight, digging my fingertips into the mattress, thinking desperately of anything but the look on his face and the amazing grip he had on my dick. Taking deep breaths, I tried to pull myself back from the edge.
“Beck,” He groaned, “I need you to move.” He squirmed beneath me impatiently
“Stop,” I placed my hand on his chest in a poor attempt to try and still him. “You’ve got to give me a minute.”
“But you’re torturing me.” He whined grumpily but stilled, understanding the precarious situation I was in.
Finally, I pulled myself together enough to rock into him. Slow, shallow strokes at first, but then his legs came up and wrapped around my back, pulling me in deeper. I focused on his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head as my dick hit that special spot inside him. He ground into me, meeting me thrust for thrust, his back arching in pleasure. My hand, still on his chest, pushed him down into the bed so I could pound intohim with harder, deeper strokes. His cock was impossibly hard between us, the tip leaking and so angry looking it was almost purple.
“I need…” His words turned into a moan as I slammed into him again, and again, and again. “Beck…please…”
It took every ounce of self-control I had to pull out of him, “Flip over.” I demanded, his eyebrows shooting up at the tone in my voice. But his hazel eyes glinted wildly as he practically scrambled onto all fours.
He shuddered under my touch as I trailed a hand along his spine, down to his hip, where I gripped him firmly before burying myself back inside. I wanted to leave marks, wanted the reminder of everywhere I'd touched him, every ounce of pleasure I had rung from his body. I was feral with the thought of it. He was mine, and I was his, and that meant everything.
I pulled him up against me, one arm gripped around his chest, holding him tight, the other dropping to his cock, pumping it in time with my thrusts. My teeth nipped at his jaw, ear lobe, and neck. He was completely shaking in my arms now, strings of unintelligible words falling from his lips.
“BeckfuckgodsoaghsofuckingBeck.”
I chuckled into his skin. “You’re so perfect, Anders. You feel so fucking good.”
“Ugh…close.” He managed.
“Good, cum for me baby. I got you. Cum.”
As if he had been waiting for permission, his head fell back onto my shoulder, my name leaving his lips in a startled cry. I pumped his dick one more time, and it erupted in my hand, thick streams of cum shooting from the tip, landing over his stomach and my bed. I reveled in the mess he was making. He shuddered under the weight of his release, and I hugged him close to my chest, utterly boneless in my arms as I worked him through it.
“I dreamed about this,” I whispered in his ear, slowing my pace until he came down the other side. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
He hummed like he didn’t believe me but knew better than to question it. “Beck?” His voice was hoarse.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I appreciate the stamina, but I’m pretty rung out. Any chance you want to wrap this up?”
“Gladly.”
