Page 110 of Seeking Two Lovers

“I have you,” I promised, lifting my hips to meet him on the next thrust—and the next, encouraging him to let loose.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He lost himself in me, cursing every time my loosened hole welcomed his rigid length. Face buried in my neck, he stopped holding back his body’s chase for orgasm, thrusting into me hard enough I knew I wouldn’t sit right for a week.

I hoped I wouldn’t.

Lusted for the painful yet pleasurable reminder he’d been in my body to the point I urged him to go harder, faster.

“Grey.” He planked on shaking arms, and I jacked my dick, our eyes ensnared in the lust and love radiating in one another’s as he pounded into my ass. “Want. You. To. Come.” He gasped out with each slam of his hips against the backs of my thighs.

His hair stuck out from my fingers running through the strands, his cheeks pink and lips parted. The black of his pupils had overtaken the golden-green, and although I didn’t recognize him fully in that moment, he was my Blaine. My love.

“Fill my ass up, B,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need to feel your cum deep inside me.”

“Can’t…fuck…”

I clenched my ass around his cock. Once. Twice.

His eyelids fluttered, he gasped— “Grey!”

He shoved in deep, and heat erupted inside me.

My own spunk shot from my throbbing length clear up to my goddamn chin. His name hissed from my lips amidst curses with every rope of white flying up over my chest.

Watching Blaine find his release had always been the sexiest thing I’d seen, but hearing him shout my name while losing himself to passion flooded my heart with the kind of euphoria that buzzed better than any bottle of Jameson. Twitches and shudders and rushed exhales and grunts accompanied every pulse of cum from both of us.

I fucking whimpered toward the end of my climax, tears hazing my vision of him still wrapped up in rapture. Overwhelmed, I grabbed hold of his face, caressing his scruff with my thumbs.

I squeezed around his girth, hoping to draw out his climax, if only to keep him inside me for just a bit longer because I’d never felt so complete.

“Grey,” he whispered, one last ripple of release shivering over his skin, leaving goosebumps behind. His arms trembled, fighting to hold his weight off me.

His eyelids fluttered open, and I once more pulled him down to rest on me.

Brushes of lips peppered between our pants for oxygen, sweat and cum smearing over our abs and chests.

I wrapped him fully in my legs and arms, wishing we could stay that way forever.

My heart soared on the high of endorphins, of my dreams coming true. The word love hadn’t held meaning until that moment of giving myself to him. No longer were we merely bound by experience and daily living.

We’d become one body, one soul, and there would be no tearing us apart. Ever.

“Love you so damn much, B,” I whispered, my throat tight.

He coaxed his face from my neck where he’d been buried, his sated and sleepy eyes making my chest ache. “I love you.”

Commence the flowing of tears.

“Shh.” He kissed my trembling mouth and licked the salty tracks from my cheeks. “You’re everything to me. My stars, my moon.”

I grasped his face, recognizing parts of my conversation with Lily. “Everything?” I asked, searching his face, hoping like hell he would be on board with the greediness in my heart.

“Almost.”

“Lily.” I didn’t ask a question, but he nodded in answer.

“Is…that’s okay, right? It’s what you want? What she wants, right? That’s what I overheard you talking about on the phone. Sorry.”

My breath left in a rush, and I almost started crying again. Blaine and Lily…we could have a future together. “Yes—and you can listen in on any conversation for the rest of my life, B. I have nothing to hide from you.”

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