Page 84 of Give In To Love
“I’m not going anywhere, sunshine. I’m right here, and I’ll wait for as long as it takes. If thinking about a long-term future is too much, then focus on the next week instead. As long as we’re moving forward, that’s good enough for me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.
I rolled to his side and pulled him into my arms. “I don’t think you will.”
He rested his head on my chest, his breath tickling my nipple. Our dicks had softened, but mine gave a little twitch at the stimulation. He ran his fingers up and down the center of my chest, sending vibrations humming beneath my skin. I was still aroused, and the contact brought my dick back to life. I could feel his thickening too, where it rested against my thigh.
“You want to resume our previous activities?”
His wandering hand slid south, wrapped around my cock, and gave it a lazy pull. I tilted my head back, my eyes sliding shut as pleasure rippled through me. I’d been so focused on serving him that I’d neglected my own dick, and the feel of his fingers wrapped around me was almost too much.
He continued to play with my shaft, sliding a finger over my tip and swirling the bead of moisture around the crown. “You have the most perfect cock,” he said, almost conversationally. “Can I ride it?”
My balls throbbed at the thought, and I reached down, stilling his hand before I shot my load prematurely. “Jesus, Jimmy. Yeah, you can ride me. I’d love nothing more.”
He scrambled up, climbing over me to get to the nightstand. His dick grazed my thigh as he did so, leaving a smear of precum in its wake. He sat back, popped open the lube, and drizzled some over my dick. I hissed at the feel of the cool liquid sliding down my shaft but immediately got distracted by the sight of him reaching back and working himself open.
What an erotic picture he made, head thrown back and brow furrowed in a mix of concentration and pleasure. I stroked myself a couple of times, spreading the lube around, then used my slicked-up hand to stroke him. His hips jerked and his eyes shot open at what I could imagine was the assault on dual pleasure points with my hand on his cock and his fingers in his ass.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned, then pulled his hand free and scooted forward until he straddled my hips. Reaching between his legs, I held my dick steady so he could line himself up with my crown. He hissed at the contact of my tip against the sensitive skin of his entrance.
“Ready?” he asked, eyes intent on mine.
I nodded, and he began to lower himself, bearing down to allow me to slide more deeply into his body. That same look of concentration was back as he slowly eased himself down, his tight heat enveloping me. He felt so damn good. I had no idea how I was going to make this last. Once again, I reached for his cock, stroking him slowly until he was fully seated on top of me.
We both breathed deeply as he opened his eyes, gazing at me intently. I could see all the love he held for me there. He just had to figure out how to give in to it.
“You feel amazing,” I said with a sigh. The words were unoriginal, but I didn’t think the English language contained a word or phrase that could adequately describe just how perfect his ass felt wrapped around my cock.
“So do you,” he moaned, sliding up slowly before easing back down. “I don’t think there’s anything as perfect as the feel of your cock buried inside me.” He slid up again, then back down, picking up the pace. I matched the tempo he set as I stroked him. “I don’t know how I lived without this for so long.”
He began to move faster, and any words I might have uttered were lost to the waves of pleasure rolling through me. I released his cock and slid my hands to his hips, urging him to move faster as I bucked into him.
He leaned forward, crying out as the change in angle had me pegging his prostate. “Right there. Oh Jesus, fuck.”
I drew my knees up and planted my feet on the bed to get more leverage, ratcheting up the tempo to a feverish pace. My balls were drawn up tight with the need to unleash, and I bit my lip, determined to make sure Jimmy got off first.
“Come, sunshine. I need you to come, baby.”
He screeched, and then wet heat spread between us as his orgasm rolled through him. I gave two more quick thrusts and, with my hands still on his hips, held him still with my dick buried inside him as far as it would go. My cock pulsed as I painted his insides with my release, grunting my way through it while he panted in my ear.
It wasn’t the longest orgasm I’d ever had, but it was definitely the most intense. I could feel the aftershocks all the way down to my toes and my face was tingling. My fingertips skittered across the skin of his back in a soothing motion as his breaths eventually slowed to a more reasonable rate. My legs gave out and I let my feet slide until I was starfished on my back with Jimmy sprawled across my front, jizz trapped between us.
My softening dick slipped out of him, but I didn’t want to break the moment by moving, so I held him there, matching his rhythmic breathing. I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep, but then he said, “We should probably get cleaned up.”
“Probably,” I returned, though neither of us moved. A moment later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a snore. Smiling into his hair, I squeezed him in a hug and then gently rolled him off me, trying not to wake him. He rolled away from me onto his side, which allowed me to get up and run to the bathroom.
I returned with a wet washcloth, wiping him down and then myself before returning the washcloth to the bathroom. Back in the bedroom, I paused for a moment to watch him sleep and marveled at the wonder of him. Pride filled me again as I recalled what an absolute badass he’d been at the club. And then there was immense gratitude that I got to claim him as mine.
And as I slid into bed behind him, pulling the covers over us and wrapping an arm around him, I was filled with nothing but love.
44
JIMMY
The soundof rain pattering against my bedroom window beat a soothing rhythm in accompaniment to the gentle snores of the man lying next to me. TJ slept on his side, turned away from me, but he’d kicked one leg back to rest over my ankle as if wanting to make sure at least some part of him was touching me. It was reminiscent of the days we’d shared a dorm bed when it had been impossible not to touch while sleeping in such a tight space. In those days, we’d often woken completely tangled together, and while it was nice to have more space now, it made me smile that we’d still found a way to stay connected.
I hadn’t looked at a clock when I’d woken, but I’d guess I’d been lying there for at least twenty minutes listening to the sound of the rain and the sleeping man beside me, savoring his warmth. He’d been nothing short of perfect last night, from his reaction to my club look to the way he’d had my back as I’d confronted Steven, and then after when he’d taken care of me in the shower and then worshipped me with his body. Every step of the way, he’d made me feel like a king.
