I work as fast as I can with shaking hands, shucking off my clothes and his, my dick already so thick and swollen that I feel the faintest breath on it will make me climax.Then, when I’m nude, and his naked body is standing before me, those extra inches on him seeming to have that same effect on his cock, I stare openly at him.Last night I never saw a thing, but now he’s raw and open and right in front of me.
Crane looks like a god.Perhaps a fallen one at the moment, but still a fucking god.His lean, long, yet defined body, his skin pale as the moon, smooth as silk, only a dusting of black hair under his arms and the trail running from his stomach to his cock that stands up like a heavy, darkened pole between his muscular legs.
It thrums through me, this want, it fills up every crevice and hollow until I can’t see straight, can’t think straight.
Then Crane pushes me so I’m on my back and on the bed and he comes over me, the heat of him overpowering and even though it’s the afternoon and gray light is coming in through the window, it feels like the whole world goes black and is whittled down to just him, like he’s standing at the end of a tunnel.
“Can I be your savior?”he murmurs, running the tip of his nose over mine.
I can only swallow in response, hoping my eyes tell him the rest.
Except he’s not the only one who needs saving in this bed.
I hope he knows that too.
He kisses me, hot, deep, violent, and my breath catches in my lungs, wrung out, and it’s so easy to succumb to this man.I reach up, running my fingers over the defined bones of his clavicles,his shoulders, then down over the hard planes of his chest and the chiseled grooves of his abdomen.I’m trying to remember this, the way he feels, in case it doesn’t happen again.In case there might be a day soon, too fucking soon, where the horseman takes over and doesn’t give me back.
That day is coming, isn’t it?
And soon?
How much time do I have?
“Do you have any oil?”Crane says gruffly, biting at my neck and bringing me back to the present.His teeth pinch and hurt but then he soothes it with flat sweeps of his tongue.I’m trembling with need now, hard as stone, all my blood gathered in my cock, leaving the rest of me to feel empty.
“No,” I say through a disappointed gasp as I let my hands trail over his lean hips to his thick cock that juts out between us.He feels like fiery iron in my hands, veiny and rigid, all of this for me.I run my thumb over the flared tip, gliding along the slit and pushing the beads of arousal down his length until he lets out a low groan that shakes the bed and gets me even harder.
“Touching me without my permission?”Crane muses, though the tremor in his voice betrays his easy tone.“I’ll allow it.”
Then he lays his entire body over mine, his weight taking my breath away, and then pulls back enough to spit into his palm.He brings that hand down to his cock, his wrist rubbing against mine as he does so and causing me to press my hips up into him in a desperate need to fuck.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he says to me, and I obey as he dips his head down and licks the inside of my lips, tasting,savoring, so wet, wet, wet, before he presses his hips down against mine, rubbing his cock against mine.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my eyes rolling back and spine bowing toward him as the sensations threaten to destroy me.There’s enough moisture from our arousal and his spit to make the rutting silky smooth and I feel myself let go, lost to the sensation of this man above me, taking what he wants from me and keeping me safe at the same time.
He might not be able to save me but at least, in this moment, he’s all mine and I’m all his.
“God, you’re handsome when you’re beneath me,” he says in a throaty, lust-choked voice that makes my blood run even hotter.“I’m going to have to keep you for life.”
I hate the way my heart jumps at those words, the lightness inside me, like I haven’t seen the sun in years.
But that hate melts into pleasure as he begins to move his hips against mine, our cocks rubbing and fucking against each other, our stomachs taut, hard and growing slicker by the second.The feeling of him above me is like nothing else and I’m reaching up, my nails making half-moon grooves into his shoulder blades as they work, his elbows planted on either side of my shoulders as he braces himself.
Sweat begins to drip off him and onto my chest, pooling to my stomach as he works me, his lower body grinding and flexing, the bed creaking, our ragged breath and grunts filling the space of this small room.
“Sir,” I say through a gasp, unable to keep myself from slipping back into a year ago.
“Mmm?”he says, his voice rumbling, breath shallow and tight as he presses a sweat-damp forehead against mine.
“Can I come?”I whisper.
I’m going to comeis what I mean to say, the muscles in my thighs tensing as I try to hold my orgasm back.But it’s too good, it’s too good like this, with him.
Like this, with him.
Too good.
He pulls back enough to stare me in the eyes, his pupils black and frenzied, the control on his face is being held together by a thread.
