“You want me to stop?”
“Don’t imagine,” I corrected, trying to pull him closer. “I’m ready, Wesley. Don’t imagine it, find out for real.”
The sound that left his throat was positively feral, and he circled his hips, easing the crown of his cock into my body. It stretched and burned, far more intrusive than his fingers had been. The discomfort must have shown on my face because he paused and hesitated, but I shook my head, urging him on.
“Keep going,” I pleaded, squeezing my eyes closed. “Keep going. I want you so much.”
Wesley pushed the rest of his cock into me, entire body shaking as he bottomed out as deep as he could reach.
“Oh, shit.” He let out a low laugh, looking down and marveling at the way his cock had disappeared inside of me.
The pressure of having him inside of me quickly turned hard to manage, and I tightened my grip around his waist.
“Move, Wesley,” I begged.
“Sorry. Sorry,” he apologized as he pulled back, the sensation of his withdrawal better than anything I’d ever felt in my life. Then he pushed back in, and out, in, and out, and everything blurred into a soft haze of white around us.
The tip of him grazed over my prostate with almost every thrust, and the knot of pleasure that had started to build at the base of my spine was quick to explode, spreading out into a vast expanse before sucking back closed and swallowing both of us whole.
I shouted, a noise I’d never heard myself make echoing around the room as I came. Hot jets of my own cum splattered against my stomach and my chest. Wesley cursed in my ear, a string of obscenities I’d never heard leave his mouth before, and then he stilled. His entire body trembled, and his arms gave out. Wesley collapsed against my chest, and his cock slipped halfway out, the angle far more uncomfortable than anything else we’d done.
He was still hard, and his dick jerked madly against my hole while he came. His cock thickened as he filled the condom, uttering another curse as he tried to get the entirety of his length back inside of me.
“Shit.” He pressed his forehead against mine, lifting up and repositioning himself above me. I let my eyes close so I could focus on trying to breathe instead of trying to commit the absolutely blissed-out look on his face to memory. “I knew I was going to come quick, but that…”
He trailed off and I blindly reached for one of his hands, smearing his fingers through the mess I’d left on my own stomach. That earned a laugh and a contented sigh. Wesley reached between us and eased his dick out of me, which was less than enjoyable, but he made quick work of removing the condom and before I could complain, he was nestled against my side, one arm sling over my chest.
We lay together quietly, both catching our breath, and I’d never been happier in my life. Losing my relationship with my parents, jeopardizing my friendship with Hendrix, it was all worth it if I could keep moments like this one. If I could keep Wesley.
“I’m in love with you too,” I finally said, offering him the truth that I’d been ignoring for longer than he deserved.
“I know.” He kissed my shoulder and wiggled closer.
“I don’t think I have another orgasm in me tonight,” I said, blinking my eyes open and staring up at the angles of light that splayed across the ceiling.
“That’s fine,” Wesley assured me. “You can have one in me in the morning.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Wesley
I wokeup on my twenty-first birthday with my boyfriend’s throbbing hot cock pressing insistently against my ass.
But Colin was asleep.
With a muffled groan, I rolled over and reached down low, taking his erection into my grip and giving him a slow and tentative stroke. My touch seemed to rouse him, and he rumbled a deep sigh into the crook of my neck, hips bucking forward.
“Happy birthday,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder.
“Thank you.”
“Is this you trying to give me a hint about what you’d like as your present?”
I could feel his smile against me, tender and loving.
Colin loved me.
Heat expanded from my heart, billowing out and wrapping around my spine and down every limb and joint. I tightened my hold on him, trying to send my own feelings back into him.
