I squeeze some lube into my hand and reach down, circling his hole and reveling in the noises he makes. He looks so fucking good, his legs held back against his chest, opening for me. So much more confident than when we first met, owning his sexuality, owning his needs and desires.
“Breathe for me,” I murmur, and as he exhales I slide my finger into him, brushing over that spot he can’t quite find by himself.
“Stephen!” he cries, the way my name sounds on his lips making it hard for me to take it slow. “Fuck, Stephen, I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“How good it feels,” he whimpers. “I missed you.”
A groan escapes me as he clenches around my finger. “I missed you too, Donovan. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. This is it; it’s us now. Fuck everyone else.”
“Please…” he moans.
“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” he pants.
I smirk, wanting to tease him that little bit more. “I am inside you.”
“No,” he huffs, “you know what I mean.”
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
I pull my finger out, hating leaving the warmth of his body, but quickly cover my cock in lube, it’s been a while, and he’ll need the extra to take me. Lining myself up with him, I lean forward.
“This okay?” I check, gently pushing into him.
“Yes, fuck yes!” he moans, moving his legs so they’re wrapped around my hips again, using them to pull me into him even more.
“It’s been a while, baby. We should try and take this slow.”
“No, I want you to fill me.” He reaches his hand up to my hair, gripping me, causing a moan to escape.
“Whatever you want,” I say, thrusting into him the rest of the way, his body inviting me in, stretching around me.
“Fuck!” he shouts, loud enough for anyone in the building to hear.
Pulling back, I thrust in again, building my rhythm, but trying not to go too fast, not wanting this to be over too quickly. Cries and whimpers fall from him as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet.
“Come on, baby. You’re not gonna scream real loud for me? Let all your biker friends know you’re getting fucked in here?”
“Stephen!” he cries, probably more in shock at my words than anything else.
“That’s right, let them know who’s fucking you, make sure they know who you belong to.”
He pulls me into another kiss and moans into my mouth. This is everything I wanted and needed; him, wrapped around my body, letting me have every part of him.
“I love you, Donovan,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his, thrusting into him again and again.
“I love you too.”
His words finish me, and with a few more thrusts my orgasm takes over as I spill into him, holding myself inside him, not wanting to leave.
“You still feel like you’re made for me,” I murmur.
“Good thing I’m all yours then,” he chuckles.
“And I’m yours. Come on, it’s your turn now.”
