“Your leg okay?” he asked, breathless but concerned.
I nodded. “Never better,” I assured, pulling him onto the mattress. There was no way I’d let a little muscle pain get in the way of claiming his body.
I could tell he wanted to protest, to make sure I wasn’t pushing myself too hard, but when I put my mouth on his neck and sucked his perfect skin, his body sagged and his protests were lost.
“God, West,” he groaned, arching into me.
“Is it weird to say I want to live inside you forever? I want to always be touching you, kissing you?”
He chuckled. “If it is, then we can be weird together. After all the time I’ve wanted you from afar without being able to touch you, you can be mine now and I can be yours.”
I laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as his teeth grazed one of my nipples. He licked it and then did the same to the other.
My cock was painfully hard, as if I hadn’t had an orgasm only a couple of hours ago.
Drew paused, pulling back to look at me with such raw emotion that it took my breath away. “I love you,” he said simply, the words hanging between us like a promise.
I cupped his face in my hands. “I love you too,” I whispered, sealing the declaration with a kiss.
“I want you inside me, West.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I want to ride you.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed. I was going to be so fucked.
What followed was a symphony of sensation—the slide of skin on skin, the harmony of sighs and moans, the crescendo of pleasure building between us.
Drew’s eyes gleamed with mischief and longing as he pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. “Let’s slow it down a bit,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want every moment to last.”
His fingers trailed down my torso as he reached for the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube, his movements deliberate, eyes never leaving mine.
I watched him intently, every motion charged with an erotic tension that made my skin tingle.
Impatient to feel him, I took the condom and rolled it down my length. I was so achingly hard I was glad when Drew covered his fingers with lube and reached behind himself, opening his hole for me.
“Next time, this is your job,” he promised through gritted teeth. His cock bounced against his abs, hard and leaking. I reached for it and wrapped my hand around his length. Drew gasped as he first fucked into my hand and then onto his fingers. “Fuck, feels so good.”
“You’re killing me, Drew.”
He scooted forward as he removed his hand from his ass and wiped the lube off on the sheets. With his hands on my shoulders, he lowered himself onto my cock. I held it until I was through the ring of muscles, and then I let him take over.
“God, you look so beautiful, Drew. The way you’re taking in my cock like you couldn’t possibly ever need anything else in your life?—”
“I don’t. You’re stretching me so good, baby. I’m going to ride you until you lose your mind.”
That wouldn’t take too long.
His hands gripped my shoulders and his blunt nails dug into my skin. I was pretty sure there would be marks on either side. I couldn’t wait to see them tomorrow.
As Drew settled onto me, every inch of him enveloping me, sparks of pleasure radiated through my entire body, making me shiver uncontrollably. He began to move his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his eyes locked on mine.
“How does it feel, West?” Drew grinned down at me, his blue eyes sparking with a mixture of challenge and affection.
“So fucking good, baby.” Each downward thrust forced a shiver from me as he took me deeper, the heat between us building into something fiery and uncontrollable.
The room was thick with the heat of our bodies, the air pulsing with each thrust and retreat. Drew leaned down to kiss me fiercely.
