Every emotion I’ve ever wanted to be seen… is staring back at me.
Need. Want. Trust. Longing.
Love.
It hits me like a punch to the gut—this is it.
That thing I’ve been circling, that I couldn’t wrap my head around, resisting… the feeling that’s been blooming in the background ever since he came into my life.
I love him.
I fucking love him.
“I love you,” I whisper, voice shaky but certain, like the words are both a confession and a prayer.
His eyes go wide, but I don’t give him the chance to speak, because I’m already moving. My hands grip his waist again, tight, possessive, and I drag almost all the way out, slow enough to hear his breath catch before slamming my cock back into him in one hard, desperate thrust.
“Mmfffuck—Alex,” he cries out, his voice shattering as his head tips back. That sound. That sweet, wrecked moan that comes from deep in his chest—it’s the most seductive thing I’ve ever heard. My name on his tongue, the need in it, the way he clenches around me like he doesn’t want to let go.
It fucking reels me in.
I thrust up into him again, harder, deeper, like it’s the only way I know how to speak. My cock drags against every inch of his tight, perfect ass, and my brain blanks out as pleasure so intense sparks down my spine, wrapping around my ribs, building in my balls. Every stroke is a promise. Every thrust is a truth. I want him. I need him. I love him. His body takes me like it was made for this —me. Tight, warm, greedy.
His hips roll against mine in perfect rhythm, and I can barely think. He rides me like it’s instinct, like it’s the only thing he knows how to do, his hands grip my shoulders, his other hand fists in my hair, pulling and grounding as he rocks down harder, meeting every single maddening thrust I give him with wild, needy abandon.
“Just like that, baby,” I grunt, watching his mouth fall open again, watching his gorgeous, flushed face twist in pleasure as he fucks himself on me without shame. “This is what you wanted, right?”
He nods fast, breath stuttering, cheeks pink, as he bites down on his lips to stifle another moan. Lust swims in his eyes,glassier by the second, and I feel him tighten around me when I shift just slightly, angling deeper.
“Alex.” He moans again, my name this time more like a prayer than a curse, his voice fluttery and high. “Please… there, right there—please don’t stop.”
And I fucking don’t.
I give it to him, every single thrust deep and hard, slamming into that spot again and again until his eyes roll back, until he’s trembling in my arms, a mess of broken cries and desperate whimpers. His cock is still trapped inside his briefs, pressed tight between us, leaking and twitching with every drag of my cock inside him.
My balls pull tight. I feel the heat crawl low in my stomach, unbearable and sharp. I know I won’t last, not when he’s like this.
I’ve never had this. Never even believed I could. But with him…fuck, with him, I don’t want control. I don’t want rules. I want him. And I want to give him every piece of me until he can’t take it anymore.
He feels so good, so good that no matter how many times we have done this, I still can’t get enough.
I lean in and press my mouth to the curve of his neck, breathing him in like he’s the only thing keeping me alive.
“I fucking love you, Lucas,” I rasp, my voice rough with the truth. “I love you so much I can barely fucking breathe.”
He lets out the softest sound in response, a helpless and wrecked little noise that shoots straight through me. I feel him clenching around me as I thrust up into him again, hard and deep.
His hands come up, cradling my face, and our eyes lock.
The emotion in his gaze… It undoes me. There’s relief, trust, adoration so raw it nearly stops my heart. He smiles at me, small and a little shy, but there’s something glistening in his eyes.
“I love you too,” he whispers, the words trembling with pleasure and meaning.
I swear, my chest flutters like it’s trying to hold in the sun. His voice, his expression, him—it all hits too deep. Too perfect.
His lips part again like he wants to say more, but instead, a moan slips out. His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh—I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, voice wrecked and needy.
