“Please, baby.” I push my ass against his face, uncaring of how fucking needy that makes me look. He sucks my pucker into his mouth like it’s one of those fucking Fireballs of his, and I see goddamn stars.
“Mmmhhh,” he hums, licking into my hole, circling his tongue. It’s so dirty and delicious and everything I never knew I needed.
He replaces his tongue with his fingers, then reaches toward the nightstand and grabs the lube. My head spins as I register the click of the lid opening and the sound of Dennis slathering his cock with lube. Then, his fingers disappear from my hole, until they return, slick and cool. I wince, then chase his touch as he readies my hole, covering it with the cool liquid. He squeezes my ass gently, then covers me with his warm body.
He slides his cock back and forth along my crease, circling my hole, until I feel the pressure of something blunt pushing against me. I instinctively clench, the sensation so unfamiliar and a little frightening.This feels massive, Dennis taking my body like this. But just like always, he seems to know what I need.
“Breathe, Mike.” His words are hot against my neck, fingers trailing through my hair. “Just breathe, babe. I’ve got you.” He pushes forward, and it’s like something pushes a button inside me simultaneously. Tears sting my eyes. I love him so much. I’ve wanted this, craved this, for so long—this connection.I’ve got you.His promise echoes in my chest, guarding my heart, as he breaches me, sliding inside me carefully. He moans against my neck, a string of curses bursting from his lips. He’s so careful with me, his body sweaty and shaky against mine. Once he fills me completely, he gives me time to adjust to the stretch and the unfamiliar sensation of having him inside me. I clench around his length, but there’s no pain, only this overwhelming feeling of being full and whole.
“You good?” His voice shakes.
I nod, tears trailing down my cheeks. He presses a kiss between my shoulder blades, his lips lingering.
“I love you so much, Mike.” His voice comes out strained, and something wet hits my skin. Fuck, I think he’s crying, too. “I will always take care of you. I promise.” I nod again, no words necessary. He massages my ass, kneading my flesh, and I recognize it, the truth in his words and the moment that the last remnants of heaviness lift from my chest. I’m free. Free from the past and from anything that may or may not come in the future. Dennis’ love has set me free.
He laughs then. “Please tell me I can move now, babe.”
I sniffle, laughing too, and he winces when my hole squeezes around him. “Yeah, you can move now.”
Chapter 30
Dennis
I’mtryingsofuckinghard to be calm and collected for Mike and his first time having someone inside him, but I’m really struggling right now. This moment with Mike is a reminder of all that I’ve gained…him. Everything I’ve lost and gone through has culminated at this point in time. Like everything that happened to me has led to me finally having Mike in every way. His love. His body. His fears, too.
The emotions soaring through me are almost too much. Tears slide down my face as I pump into Mike.MyMike.Mine. I swallow it all down and focus on the moment. This isn’t just about me.
He’s squeezing the sheets, his face pressed into his pillow. His back is tense, muscles rippling and defined, as he clenches around me. My eyes roll up into my head from the pressure. I feel his wet heat wrapped around me like a tight hug. Every fucking nerve is firing along my cock, and it’s going to take all my strength and willpower to keep from coming too soon.
Little does Mike know that being inside a man is a first for me. I haven’t told him yet because I don’t want him to worry about me, andhealwaysworries about me—another thing I love so much about him. I just want him to feel everything and enjoy it. That he wants me inside him is another level of trust, showing how committed he is to me in all ways. God, he’s fuckingwreckingme emotionally.
Focus, Dennis.
My hands rest on Mike’s back, and I press him down flat on the bed, as I watch my cock slide in and out, in and out. The air in my room is filled with the scent of musky arousal and the beach from earlier. God, and his sounds… whimpers, groans… I especially love it when he begs me to do things to him.
“Den… God. You feel… You feel,” he gasps each time I thrust into him.
“How does it feel, babe? Tell me exactly how it feels.”
“Fuck… I don’t know. Owned. Loved. Full…”
I sniff away my emotions and smile down at him. “I could get addicted to this.”
“Yeah, me too,” he grits.
His fingers curl tightly into the sheets, and he turns his head to the side so I can see his face. It’s covered in tears, making my lip tremble. I bite it as more hot tears slide out of me. I never liked crying, but for him… I would do it every time.
I press my body against his, slowing down my thrusts because I want this to last forever. I kiss his wet face, tasting salt on my lips and tongue. Mike reaches behind him and grabs the back of my head, fisting my hair.
After I kiss him again, I raise myself, and he lets go of me. I move faster now. Despite wanting this to last, I’m so fucking desperate to come. I must slide over his prostate right then, because he cries out and shoves his ass back up, pushing against me. “More, Den… more. Fuck, that spot… Jesus.”
“You want it harder? Faster?” My voice trembles as I speak, despite my efforts to talk dirty to him.
“Yes, please.Please.”
“You like me filling you? Stretching you?”
He nods into my pillow, his eyes shut tightly. “Yes. So much.”
