“Eamon, please,” he begged, his voice ragged with need. “I want you.”
I nearly lost it right then, seeing him spread out beneath me, begging for my cock. But I held on to my control by a thread, determined to make this last. To make it so good he’d never forget it.
I withdrew my fingers slowly, relishing the bereft little whimper that escaped his lips at the loss.
“Condom?”
“I’m negative and on PrEP.”
“Same.”
I positioned myself at his entrance, the head of my cock nudging insistently at his hole.
“Look at me, love,” I commanded softly. His eyes, glazed with lust, met mine. I held his gaze as I pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle inch by excruciating inch.
Charles’s mouth fell open on a silent cry, his hands scrabbling at my shoulders, my back, as if trying to pull me deeper. I went slowly, letting him adjust to the intrusion even as every cell in my body screamed at me to bury myself to the hilt in his welcoming heat.
When I was fully seated inside him, I paused, breathing harshly. “Fuck, you feel incredible.” Charles clenched around me, and I saw stars. “So bloody perfect.”
“Move,” he demanded breathlessly. “I won’t break.”
Permission granted, I began to thrust—long, deep strokes that dragged over his prostate and punched the air from his lungs. Charles met me thrust for thrust, lifting his hips to take me deeper.
Our bodies moved together in a sensual rhythm, skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin as I lost myself in his tightheat. Charles was exquisite like this, head thrown back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as broken moans spilled from his kiss-swollen lips. I wanted to commit every detail to memory—the way his hair fanned out, the furious blush staining his cheeks and chest, the salty-sweet taste of his skin beneath my tongue.
“Eamon,” he gasped, blunt nails digging into my shoulders. “Harder… Fuck me harder.”
I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt as he cried out sharply. Setting a relentless pace, I pounded into him, the obscene slap of flesh against flesh mingling with our ragged pants and moans. Charles met me thrust for thrust, his strong thighs clenching around my waist as he pulled me impossibly deeper.
He wrapped a hand around his dripping cock and stroked it in time with my thrusts. The sight of him pleasuring himself, lost to the sensations I was giving him, nearly undid me.
I snapped my hips harder, changing the angle slightly until Charles let out a sharp cry. There. I aimed for that spot relentlessly, each thrust dragging over his prostate until he was babbling incoherently, begging me for more, harder, faster.
My own release built, gathering power with every slide inside him, every slam, every slick sound we made together. I couldn’t get enough of him, of the slide of skin on skin, the clench of his muscles around my aching cock. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the man beneath me, around me, the ecstasy building at the base of my spine with every drag of my cock against his prostate.
I could tell he was close by the way his body tightened, his muscles quivering on the edge of release.
“Come for me, love,” I commanded, my voice rough with my own impending climax. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
With a hoarse cry, Charles obeyed, his release pulsing over his fist and painting his stomach with pearly ropes of cum. His ass clenched rhythmically around my cock as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, and that was all it took to send me hurtling over the edge after him.
My hips stuttered as I buried myself deep one last time, spilling with a guttural groan of his name. Pleasure crashed over me, whiting out my vision and stealing my breath as I emptied myself in long, shuddering pulses.
I collapsed on top of him, boneless and sated, my face pressed into the sweat-damp curve of his neck. Charles’s hands roamed lazily over my back, tracing idle patterns on my overheated skin. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat and relishing the little shudders that ran through him at the touch. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, gradually slowing in time with my own.
Eventually, I withdrew carefully and gathered him close again, pulling a blanket over us. Charles snuggled closer, his head pillowed on my chest. I tightened my arms around him, breathing in the scent of him. I’d never felt so content, so utterly at peace. It was like the rest of the world had melted away, leaving only this perfect, stolen moment.
“Wow…” Charles sighed, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my stomach.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Eloquent as always.”
“Shut up. You broke my brain.” But I could hear the smile in his voice. He tilted his head to look up at me, his blue eyes soft and sated. “That was much better than my seven-inch toy.”
I snorted. “That’s a low bar, but I’ll take it.”
He lowered his head again, snuggling even closer. “I wouldn’t say that. That thing has given me some high-quality orgasms, let me tell you.”
“Have you ever topped?” I asked, curious.
