Page 76 of Take My Breath Away
“No. I’m on PrEP, but I got checked out too, a few weeks ago. I’ve got the all clear.” A flush further reddens his face.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He says the word so quietly it’s little more than a breath.
I let the condom fall from my fingers. With any other man I’d shake my head, but the man gazing into my eyes isn’t and never could beany other manas trust wraps itself around my heart and squeezes so tight it leaves me breathless.
“You’re sure?” I need him to be sure, and I hope to God he is. “Do you have that much trust in me?”
He nods, his eyes on mine serious and steady.
“I do. I trust you to be honest with me and not to hurt me. I’m surer than I’ve ever been.”
My heart jolts and I fumble for the lube, my hand shaking. Nerves, out of nowhere, are shredding me, and I make a mess slathering it over myself. It’s not just my heart that’s nervous. My cock has retreated a little, but some not so gentle persuasion gets him back on track. I glance up at Perry. His eyes are narrowed, and there’s wry amusement sitting on his lips.
“You poor old boy. Having a bit of difficulty?”
“This old boy can show you a thing or two.” I thrust into the tunnel of my fist with long, slow, teasing strokes, pushing soft groans out from between my lips.
Perry’s gone quiet. Lips slack, he’s breathing hard, all his concentration on the steady slip-slide of my hand.
Not so cocky now…
I trail my fingers, soaked with lube and precum, against his fluttering hole, ready to push in and—
“No,” he barks. “Not your fingers.”
It’s the only green light I need.
Lining myself up against him I push forward and Perry gasps as I breach the muscle. I stop. There’s no way I want to hurt him, and start to pull out.
“Fuck’s sake. I said—” He huffs as he glares up at me. “James, I’m not made of glass. I won’t break, no matter how hard you go.” His lips curve up into a dark smile as challenge gleams in his eyes.
Two can play at this game.
“You’ve got no idea how hard I can go. No ideaat all.” I surge into him, thrusting deep, a primeval thrill shuddering through me as Perry’s cry fills the bedroom.
I thrust deeper, pushing into him, my cock pistoning. There’s no finesse, only basic and desperate need.
Our bodies ram into each other. His hips snap up, meeting every single one of my thrusts with an urgency and want that has him gasping for breath.
“Oh, Jesus,” I pant. “So good, so fucking good, so…” My words dissolve to gibberish mutterings.
Perry’severything. His muscles clench my cock, so hot and tight it makes my head swim. I clamp and squeeze my hands to his bound wrists, with such force that in some tiny, and growing smaller by the second, clear and logical corner of my brain, I know he’ll be bruised in the morning. Possessive pride surges through me. The marks will be mine, because Perry’s mine.
Mine. Only mine.
I force my hips, harder and deeper, but it’s not deep enough and I hook his legs up and over my shoulders, damn near breaking in two this shy, sweet boy who can moan and gasp and fuck like a whore.
I’m deep, but still not deep enough. He’s crying out for me, demanding more, demanding harder. I shove his legs up some more, changing the angle and ramming his—
“Oh fuck. Fucking, oh, fuck, yes, yes, fuckingyes!”
Laughing, crying, his head’s twisting from side to side. He’s pumping his hips up hard as I nail him over and over and over. And he’s still laughing and crying, and I laugh and cry too for the sheer fucking, amazing, out of this world joy of this, here and now, with this incredible man who I—
“I can’t hold on, I can’t—oh, God…” he cries.
Underneath me, Perry spasms as his frantic and hard rhythm falters, as he falls apart shooting his release, splattering our stomachs in hot creamy cum. Still laughing, still crying, he’s saying something but I can’t understand because all I know is that my own orgasm is crashing through me.
