I grabbed his wrist in an effort to keep him where he was. Forcing the lump down my throat, I demanded, “Another.”
That sweet stretching burn that I craved singed my nerves as he slid a third digit inside me, and I saw stars and heard angelic choirs singing. The warmth of heavenly bliss shone down on me in golden ribbons, my cock pulsating, my balls aching with a full load.
“You like having your ass stuffed,” Jere rasped and fucked me in long, slow strides, the sloppy, squishy sounds of the lube accompanying my ragged huffs. “I can’t wait to hear all the sounds you make when it’s my cock in here.”
“Jesus… Jere, I need your cocknow.”
“I’m liking this,” he said, his attention on his fingers moving in and out of my ass.
“I’m glad, but… Please? I’m ready. I’ve waited so many years for this and I don’t want to wait anymore. Please,baby.”
He stilled for a moment, kissed the tip of my nose, and took his fingers from my hole, the sudden absence like losing a small part of myself. Then he was on top of me, his hips splitting my thighs, his knees bracketing me in, and I knew there was no going back, only forward. We’d always been each other’s future, we hadn’t known it and when he kissed me, commanded my tongue in a seductive dance, I wanted to cry because I’d foundthe one, that special person who was my equal.
I dug my fingers into his back, gripping onto him to convince myself he was real. I slid my hands down to his ass, liking the way it flexed in my palms as he grinded his cock against mine.
“Wait,” he murmured, skimming my cheek with his lips. “I want to say something. Honestly, I’ve never understood how three words can mean what I want to say, but it’s what everyone else says. So I need to tell youI love you.”
I beamed at him, taking every inch of him in, from his disheveled hair to the wrinkles in his forehead as he furrowed his brows, down to his red and slick lips. This man was mine. I cupped his face and traced the folds of his ears.
“I know,” I whispered. “You show me every day.”
His throat shifted as he swallowed, his lips pulling up in a genuine smile. He reached between our bodies and positioned his cock against my hole. My mind swirled for a moment, lack of oxygen and overwhelmed by emotions making me swoon.
“Look at me,” he said, thrusting his hands into my hair.
The command took hold of me as if I had no choice but to obey, no other option than to become something more than myself. He pushed into me gently, my relaxed hole opening to accept him. I’d never stared into someone eyes before while being fucked, but in the moment of my best friend penetrating me, I realized what intimacy truly was—it was trusting someone to hold dearest your most private thoughts and secrets, and knowing what you needed perhaps better than yourself.
I pushed at his behind, silently pleading to give me everything he had and as his cock plunged fully into me, and his balls slapped against my body, my name falling off his lips in agonized whispers, I knew what heaven was.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jere
Danny would be a good-looking guy in most people's opinion. He had a nice face, more babyish than masculine with sparkling blue eyes and a warm, welcoming smile. His swimmer’s build met the criteria for fuckable with delicate hands made for the turn of a page and perfect feet and ankles that looked good in all manners of footwear. The Tom Ford shoes, and Burberry shirts and the J. Crew accessories currently packed away were pretty wrapping to match his dazzling personality tied with a ribbon of sunshine.
But to me, he was gorgeous. Scarred, with a few extra pounds of fluff or not, he was the most beautiful thing in the world. He was a work of art, a Greek statue come to life, a god made flesh. I’d never been a poet before; I didn’t think I had the brains to come up with elegant prose. But that was where he complimented me, added to my existence, and filled in all the glaring holes.
As I skimmed my fingers up the small of his back, I wished I could tell him how much he meant to me. SayingI love youdidn’t seem like enough. I knew if I tried, it would come out wrong, so I figured I’d have to show him. I kissed a freckle on his shoulder blade and circled my thumb around another on the outside of his hip, where the slope of his ass met his back. After we’d fucked for the second time, we’d fallen asleep naked, with nothing between us, not even our skin and muscles and bones. I swore I could feel his pulse against mine, our hearts—both physical and proverbial—beating together.
He laughed softly. “Tickles.”
“I like touching you,” I said, suctioning my lips around the freckle. “I have to make up for all the times I didn’t get to.”
He was on his stomach, and turned slightly away from me, allowing me to take in all the lovely slopes and angles of his backside. For the very first time in my life, I appreciated geometry. The dusting of hairs on the backs of his thighs were as soft and fine as spiderwebs. He made a placid sound of approval, a little hum on an exhale.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Savoring the sensation of your loads in my ass,” he murmured.
“Can you really feel it?” Ejaculating inside of him for the first time had been amazing, his fingers clawing at my ass and begging me for every last drop. The second time had been just as magical as his ass clung onto my dick, squeezing out all that I had. I’d never put much thought into what it might be like to have sex without barriers, the way it was meant to be, nor did I realize Danny wanting to keep a part of me inside him for as long as possible, could touch that special part inside of me only he knew how to reach.
“Sometimes, when the cum tries to escape.” He turned to look at me through messy locks and half-mast eyes, his lips curled into a permanent smile. “I’d always wanted to do it raw, but I never thought I’d be able to trust someone enough to let them come inside me.”
I leaned in and plucked his lips. “You trust me.”
“Completely.” He settled back down and flexed his butt playfully. “Think you might have a third in you?”
“What, do you have a bukkake fetish?”
