Vanian reaches down and strokes my cock, using his thumb to massage my cockhead, then he raises his thumb to his mouth, lapping at the precum he collected there. Jesus, this man far exceeds any fantasy I ever had of him.
With his hand on my ankle, he roughly yanks my legs apart, gazing down at me. “I’m gonna love this, Bends. Turning you inside out, feeling you come on my cock, I can’t wait.” He reaches behind him, and I hear the telltale sound of quiet buzzing. His eyelids flutter and his mouth falls slack.
“Holy fuck.”
“It’s intense,” I whisper, dragging my hands up and down his forearms. “It’s going to change your life.”
“This whole trip has.” Vanian blows out a breath and positions himself between my legs.
I hold my breath as he aligns his cock with my hole, and when he pushes his way in, my eyes immediately well with tears. My childhood crush, my best friend in the world, is inside me, as close as he can possibly get. It’s better than any made up fantasy.
Chapter 21
Vanian
Oh, this is good. Better than good. This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
The vibrator in my ass tickles parts of me I didn’t know existed while Nantes’s body clenches around my cock, massaging me to a quick climax.
I push back the building orgasm as much as I can. I don’t want to blow too fast, but this is overwhelming. It’s way beyond what I thought sex could feel like.
Nantes gazes up at me, his teeth buried in his bottom lip, his brow furrowed with exertion.
“You like all these people watching you?”
He nods. “But I don’t…” He shakes his head, taking a moment to compose himself.
“Breathe, baby.”
His breath hitches before he exhales slowly. “You’ve always been the best fantasy. Better than all the rest.”
It’s humbling to know he’s had these kinds of thoughts about me before. I don’t want to get in my head about it though.I already know I’m not good enough for him. No matter how much I wish I were.
My thoughts scatter as he clenches around my cock and the vibrator hits a spot that nearly sends me through the ceiling. I focus on Nantes, slamming into him with everything I’ve got, nodding as he digs his fingers into my forearms.
“You like my cock, baby?”
“Love,” he pants. “Love it.”
“You feel so fucking good. Like heaven.”
“You love fucking me?”
“I do. I’m gonna do it again too. You can bet on it.”
Nantes searches my eyes, his own heavy with lust and desire, and something shifts inside me. Maybe there’s a way after all. He understands me more than anyone ever has. Our connection hasn’t died after all these years. If anyone could accept me the way I am, it’s Nantes.
As if he’s reading my thoughts, he reaches up and brushes his fingers across my cheek. I turn my head and kiss his palm before sliding my hand to his collarbone and pressing down—not enough to hurt him, but enough to make sure he knows who’s in charge.
Nantes gasps, wrapping his legs around my waist, and I go hard, giving him everything while chasing my own orgasm. My belly swirls with heat as my balls tighten and my cock swells even more.
“Stroke your cock, baby. Make yourself come while I fuck you.”
He reaches between us, gripping his shaft and stroking furiously. I’m so close I can barely stand it. I know this is going to be epic. It might even be life-changing.
“Oh fuck,” Nantes murmurs. “Perfect spot. Don’t change anything.” He arches his back as the first sticky rope shoots from his cock, splashing onto my chest.
That’s all I need to finally fall over the edge of bliss. It hits like a ton of bricks, slamming into me with unseen force as my body tightens and releases simultaneously. I spill inside Nantes’s body, his ass clenching around me as he rides through his own orgasm. A feeling of warmth spreads through me like a warm blanket, covering every exposed part of me, and as I empty myself into him, I realize with stunning clarity that there’s no way this is going to be a one-time event.
