“You feel so good,” he says against my skin, and then bites the tendon in my shoulder while squeezing my dick in his hand, and I sob in bliss and want.
Haden leans towards me until his forehead is resting on my shoulder. “Oh, baby boy, I can’t wait to see you coming for me.”
Another stroke, and I sob, “Please make me come.” I let my head fall onto his shoulder, and I trail my hand from around his biceps, down his chest, until I reach the trail of hair. I use my nails to scratch at it, and I smile when Haden’s abs tremble.
“Oh, Jay.”
That’s all I need to push my hand in, and I don’t stop until I reach him. I use my fingers to spread the liquid from the tip, and give the gland some love. Then I wrap my hand around his girth and with a tentative stroke, I spread it down his length. I love the soft growl that leaves Haden’s lips.
His patience must be at its limit because he pulls away the hand still caressing my back and reaches for his boxers, pushing them down and freeing his erection. And what a sight it is—long, thick, and angry red with need.
“I need you,” he says, pushing his erection against mine, and my body tingles in anticipation.
I want him as much as he wants me.
Haden pushes my hand away and steps in closer until our cocks are touching. He takes us both in his hand, and slides his hand up and down as if testing how it feels. When his hand stops he moves his hips slowly, sliding against me and making me whimper with need.
The contact with his hot erection feels like a burn, that morphs into a hunger only coming will quench.
“Oh Angel, you are so damn alluring.” That’s when his hand sneaks behind me and pulls me closer against his erection.
I’m not afraid of falling because his body is there to welcome me, but I wrap my legs around his hips so I can push against his arse to get him even closer.
His magic fingers work the head of my cock, rubbing against my gland, the most sensitive part of me. Once he has me trembling in need, he uses his palm to spread the precum over my full length and make it easier to rub against each other.
Feeling his cock against mine makes me moan, even more when Haden groans against my skin, his warm breath brushing the fine hair on my neck and sending shivers down my back.
He returns to a slow rhythm, maybe sensing I’m getting close to the finish line. That drives me crazy, because it’s not enough.
Then suddenly it’s like he loses the grip on his control, and he moves his hand faster and faster.
In the silence following this storm Haden is stirring up in me, I’ll be a different man.
I wrap my own hand around our tips, just above Haden’s.
While he strokes us, I concentrate on the tips, giving some love to our glans, and heightening our passion and need for each other a little more.
Our breaths become harsher and harsher the more we stroke each other. I want to keep looking, but the mounting pleasure is impossible to stop.
“Angel, I’m so close.”
“Me too…” The words morph into a moan of desire when my legs shake and I come all over my hand and Haden’s cock. Pride spreads inside me when I hear Haden’s growl against my neck, and his teeth graze my skin. Then his cum fills my hand, and trickles down our lengths. I love the feeling of him trembling against me while his body is taken by the pleasure I’m giving him.
Our breaths are the only sound in the room while we come back from our heights. The way he pulls me close and takes my weight onto him is different from the encounters I’ve had until now. What my life has been up until now.
I shake my head, chasing away those thoughts that don’t belong here with us. Instead, I focus on the sensation of Haden against me, his hand caressing my back while he nips at my shoulder as if he doesn’t want to let me go.
Nothing matters right now but him and me, even if it’s only temporary.
After a while, when the pleasure is gone but not forgotten, Haden’s body leaves mine, and I turn my head to watch him. His arse is in full view, and it looks magnificent. I want to touch it. I want more, much more.
Haden takes a few tissues and cleans himself in a few quick strokes and pulls his boxers up. He walks back to me, our eyes linked and never wandering away. When he’s close, he cleans my body and my hand, gentle touches that nearly break me, because no one has ever taken care of me after.
I use my arm to cover my eyes until I’m sure the tears won’t fall. When I remove it, he leans in and lands a kiss on my lips, a sweet and undemanding one, more like a thank you than to ignite passion again.
Once I’m dry, Haden pushes against me a bit more, slides his hand under my arse, and pulls me up, then he takes a step back and slowly lets me down.
His body rubbing against mine makes me shiver, and raises goosebumps when the touch lingers. My feet touch the floor and I lean back to look at him. I like that dreamy look he’s wearing now, very much.
