Made me fucking crazy.
Made me need to see how much more Icouldget out of him.
“Just like that,” I praised him when he moaned for me again, reaching under him and wrapping my hand around his wet cock, letting it slide through my fist as I hit my stride, fucking him good now that I’d finally got his ass open enough to take all of me again. It was still tight as motherfuckingfuck, but now… now it was sucking me in, too. Fully ready and goddamn greedy for every inch I had to give him. Clinging to my shaft every time I pulled back, and gripping it tight each time I thrust back in.
“More,” Noah begged, just the way I liked. “Gage. God.Please.”
Oh,hellyeah. I slammed in hard, giving him what he wanted.
Correction: what we both wanted.
“Holy…fuck,” I gritted out as an electrical storm of epic proportions sizzled through my blood and raced down my spine, gathering behind my balls and threatening to unleash and wreck me completely.
But Noah first.
Noah fuckingfirst.
But then his ass clenched around me, he panted my name in that needy, desperate way he had, and it sent me right to the tipping point, right to that edge where it felt like if I didn’t fucking come right fuckingnow, I wasn’t just gonna shoot, I was gonna fuckingdetonate.
Some kind of primal instinct or some shit took over. I let go of Noah’s dick and grabbed his hips so I could hold him down and grind my cock deep… deeper…Jesus. “Jesus Jesus Jesus, Noe,” I panted, my brain short-circuiting for a second, because—
I could live here.
My cock was insideNoah.
I was fucking my best friend.
I was buried balls-deep in my motherfuckingboyfriend, as close to him as I was ever gonna get, and somehow, somehow all those other factors put together with the ecstasy my cock was finding turned the sex into something so far past mere fucking that it needed a new zip code all of its own.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,please,” Noah panted, sounding just as gone as I was. And yeah.Hellyeah. I could do that all damnnight.
Except, shit. I suddenly didn’t want either of us to go off like this. Not this time. I needed… I needed toseehim. I needed his eyes on me when my cock finally took him apart. I needed—Jesus, sap of all fucking saps, right fucking here—I needed thatconnection. The feelings. I needed him toknow.
I pulled out and flipped him onto his back again, then got my cock back inside him fast enough that he didn’t have time to do more than squeak once in protest. Then I bent him in half as he breathed out my name, trapping his hot little cock between us and grinding it against my abs as I leaned in to suck on his lips... gathered him in my arms and swallowed his tongue... held him tight and plunged mine inside his mouth so I could breathe him, taste him, fuckingpossesshim as I gave in to all those earthshaking feelings that kept swamping me, owned the fuck out of every last one of them, and unleashed the beast. Gave my boy what he kept begging me for. Started fucking him like I meant it, end game in sight, slamming into his hot little body until he was sobbing with desperation, digging his fingers into me, holding on like I was the only thing keeping him together and then finally coming apart all over again.
And then—fuckyeah—and then he motherfucking screamed for me again. His ass clamped down, almost hard enough to break my dick, and those pretty eyes almost rolling back in his head, he coated us both with another layer of his sweet, sweet cum.
“Holyfuck, baby,” I ground out, my arms locking around him just like his ass was still locked down on my dick. Swear to fuck, it was like these ass orgasms of his threw him into some kind of extended-edition coming loop, his channel squeezing my cock over and over as he made the kinds of sounds that triple-X ratings were invented for, milking me hard as his dick kept spurting.
I lost all rhythm and reason and justthrust,jackhammering his hole like a motherfucking animal, pounding into him until my vision went dark and my balls turned themselves inside out and my whole goddamn world spun around on its axis, the force of the jizz that finally shot out of my cock rearranging the stars and planets and gravity itself.
Sorry about that, universe.
Correction: not sorry in the slightest.
I mean, come on now, sorry for the world’s most perfect fuck? I couldn’t evenpretendthat was true. Sex with Noah was seriously some Guinness Book of Records shit. Totally worth annihilating the laws of physics and liquifying my molecules for or whatever this warm, syrupy post-fuck feeling inside me was. All I knew was that I could not and did not ever want to fucking move again. I felt that damn good, and the universe could just suck it up and live with the new world order, because finally fucking Noah had been… fuck. I didn’t even have a word big enough. Whatever was on the other side of perfect.
“Oh my God, Gage,” Noah whispered, the shock and awe in his voice pretty much repeating all of the above.
I cracked an eye open and grinned down at him. “I know, right?”
And okay, fuck that not-ever-moving-again idea. Just as soon as my world stopped spinning and I figured out how to breathe right after the most epic sex of my damn life, I was gonna kiss the living shit out of my boyfriend and then dig out some of those kinky toys I’d bought at the Church and see how manymoretimes I could get him to scream for me before our neighbors—who’d definitely heard the screaming and were no doubt jealous as all fuck—pounded a hole through the wall, or the RA came by and finally kicked us out of the dorms for good.
A plan, it turned out, that Noah was one hundred percent on board with, because of course he was. Noe and I had always been in sync and always would be.
He wasn’t just perfect. He was goddamneverything.
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