Page 91 of Hold On

Ren leaned in, pressing his face to Dominic’s neck as he eased his finger in and out of him.Christ, how am I not coming?He could feel his cock raging.He added another finger and Dominic’s breathing turned ragged.

“Okay?” Ren asked.

“Fuck me, Ren. Do it.”

Ren used his weight to drive two fingers in deep. In, out, in, out. Harder. Faster.

“I need you.” Dominic pushed at Ren’s shoulders.

“If I get inside you without coming it will be a miracle,” Ren panted.

“Don’t we deserve a miracle? Try.”

Dominic had his hand around his own cock, pulling and twisting, caressing himself as Ren pressed his cock against the puckered ring of muscle and eased a little way into Dominic’s body. He pushed a little deeper each time, yelling at himself to go slow, not to hurt him, not to force him, not to ram home and bury himself so far inside him that Dominic could feel everything, especially how much this meant to him, this trust.

Each sound Dominic made sent Ren soaring. Dominic’s hand was working faster now, jerking himself off as Ren slowly fucked him.

“I’m…” Dominic cried out as he came, long silky threads landing on his chest.

Ren held himself steady, riding out Dominic’s orgasm, waiting until Dominic could cope with him moving again.

“Why have you stopped?” Dominic looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Because you looked so beautiful and I did that. I made you look like that.”

Dominic smiled and held up his come-covered hand.

“I nearly did that,” Ren added. “I’m going to make you come again…later.”

Dominic laughed until Ren gave one long hard thrust and buried himself inside Dominic’s body.

“Oh fuck,” Dominic gasped.

Ren wrapped his hands around Dominic’s hip bones, pulled back, then drove forward again. He could feel his balls tightening and knew he hadn’t got long. He shifted faster, plunging in and out, thrusting into tight slick heat, relishing each cry that Dominic gave as he brushed his prostate. Deeper, harder, faster shunts until he was caught up in an electric surge, lightning flashing down every limb. He cried out as he came, and Dominic tugged him down and wrapped his arms and legs around him.

When the last spasm had faded from his body, he lay motionless against Dominic’s chest, listening to the pounding of the heart inches away from his. Dominic’s fingers were drawing patterns on his back, soothing him.

“Are you okay?” Ren muttered.

“Happy. What about you?”

“I’m happy too.” So full of happiness it was spilling out of his eyes.Shit.

Ren kissed him so that Dominic didn’t see his face, didn’t see how this had meant so much to him. And when Dominic was the one to get a cloth to clean them both up, that meant a lot too. They spooned in bed, Dominic behind, holding Ren tight, and Ren dared to wonder if the two of them could last a while. He didn’t dare hope for more.

Chapter Thirteen

Ren woke the next morning after the best night’s sleep he’d had since…a time he didn’t want to think about, except there was no sign of Dominic. He ran his hand over the space next to him and it was cold. Ren grabbed his phone, made a call and relaxed when he heard a phone ring in the other room.

“Hi,” Dominic said.

“Black coffee and two slices of toast, please.”

“I’m only a few feet away. You could have shouted.”

Ren gave a dramatic gasp. “But that would have been a bit rude.”

Dominic laughed. “Right.”

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