Page 114 of Addiction

I thrust harder, finding the perfect tempo as he pushes his ass closer. My balls are heavy, my dick screaming at me to relieve the ache, wanting to be inside him.

“I’m going to come.”

I pull my fingers out; I want to be inside him when he does.

Getting a little more lube, I rub some on my dick, making myself ready for him.

I tease his entrance, pushing the tip inside, inch by inch, his moans turning me on even more as I glide in.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I breathe.

I start slow, easing in and out before I grip his hips and begin to thrust harder. The more he begs, the harder I go, fucking him over and over as he shifts his body to match my moves. My body is an inferno, my heart racing to the rhythm.

So, fucking good. This feels so fucking good.

I grip his shoulder and unexpectedly he grabs my hand linking his fingers with mine.

“Asher. Fuck.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

He begins to fuck his dick, and I thrust harder, feeling the tingles race up my body from the tip of my toes as my orgasm pools in my lower stomach.

“Do you want me to fill you with my come?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

It only takes three more thrusts, and I’m filling him as he cries out with his climax. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

I’m panting heavily, letting my body slump forward onto Wade’s.

“Jesus, that was amazing.”

And it was. It was everything I’d imagined and more. The way I felt and feel now is everything for which I’ve been longing.

I pull out and clean myself up before falling back down to the mattress and pulling Wade closer to me. His mouth collides with mine and we kiss and kiss, our tongues playing with one another.

“That was amazing,” he whispers, pecking kisses all over my face.

“Yeah, it was.”

I rest my hand on my head and dance my fingers over the tan skin of his chest, thinking about how far we’ve come—how far I’ve come since the start of this year.

When I left St Brides, I’d known I had my whole life ahead of me, but I’d never imagined finding anyone along the way. Wade has done so much for me without him even realizing. Not only has he helped me grow as a person, but he helped me to believe in myself when I’d given up all hope. I don’t know what I would have done without him.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice low as his fingers glide through my hair.

I’m thinking about how damn fucking lucky I am, and how my twisted life had had to run that course in order for me to be where I am now.

Life has a funny way of teaching you rights and wrongs and sending you on the road to redemption. This is my course. Leading me right where I want to be. To be here with him.

I find his eyes and speak from the heart.

"How did I not see you sooner?" I whisper.

"Because you weren't ready to find me."

My breath catches as his answer brings warmth to my heart. He’s right. But now I’m ready for wherever life takes, me and as long as I have Wade beside me, I’ll be ready for anything.