Gage’s cheeks burned. He kept working his hips, but the idea stuck with him.
He was due to go into heat soon—in another week, most likely. But now that Aaron was back, what if it arrived early? He wouldn’t be the first whose heat had been induced by a new sexual relationship. What if…
The vibration sped up, and Gage gasped and bucked back against Aaron, no longer caught up in his thoughts. All that mattered was that Aaron go deeper, harder, faster… and that the vibrations never stopped. Never. Gage couldn’t imagine being empty. Not now.
“Knot me.” The plea emerged before he had time to rethink it. “Knot me, Aaron. F-Fuck, knot me!”
Was it his imagination, or had Aaron picked up the pace? The rapid buzz that shook him from the inside made it hard to tell. All Gage knew was that each new wave of pleasure was almost debilitating, and it came on so much quicker than it had before.
“Please!” It was strange to hear his own voice without recollection of having spoken. “Aaron,please!”
The pearls clicked against the table. They brushed along his thighs. Aaron thrust into him more fiercely than before, and then…
Gage closed his eyes and buried his face against his arms. The pressure inside him expanded.
Aaron was coming, and his knot was stretching Gage out.
“F-Ff…” Vaguely, Gage understood the choked sound came from him. The plug pushed itself more firmly against his prostate, and pleasure exploded behind his eyes. The world went black. All he knew was that he had to come—he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Aaron was pumping him full of cum, pushing the vibrating plug against the very spot it needed to be in while his knot stretched Gage to the extreme.
The darkness behind Gage’s eyelids spun. He kept coming.
And coming.
The last thing he recalled before the world slipped away from him was the weight of Aaron’s body on him as he slouched forward.
Lost in ecstasy, Gage slumped onto the table and remembered no more.
20
Aaron
By the time Aaron shrank enough to pull out of Gage, the candles had burned down enough that they were spilling wax upon the table, and Gage was boneless. The plug had long ago been turned off. Aaron withdrew from Gage’s body, then hopped down from the table and tested his legs. They were shaky, but he seemed nowhere near as physically destroyed by their session as Gage, who was still wilted on the table.
Wanting to do right by him, Aaron gently freed the plug from Gage’s hole, tossed it in the sink, then returned to his lover’s side. With a delicate touch, he lifted Gage into his arms and brought him to bed, where he’d be more comfortable. Tonight hadn’t gone as planned, but Aaron wouldn’t have gone back to change anything. He would roll with the punches. Tonight would be a stunning success, no matter how the evening went.
Gage was awake when Aaron laid him in bed, but his eyes were glazed over. He was out. Aaron wouldn’t blame him. The greed they had for each other was overwhelming, and Gage would need time to recover from it. While he rested, Aaron would take care of him.
The first order of business was to make sure he got something to eat.
After making sure that Gage was tucked in, Aaron discarded his shirt, pants, and underwear and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. Orgasm had rattled him, too—the vibrations through his cock paired with Gage’s tight body had been enough to make him lose his mind, and he wanted to wear something comfortable while he came down off his high. Still, he had the cognitive clarity to remove the ring from the pocket of his pants and transfer it to the pocket of his pajama pants before he tossed his clothes in the hamper. When he came back from retrieving their meals, he’d cuddle up with Gage in bed and pop the question then.
A quiet proposal was all they needed. Aaron would be happy with it, and he thought Gage would be, too.
Outfit changed, he crossed the room, intending to return to the kitchen. Before he made it out the door, Gage spoke. His voice carried a melodic note that wasn’t normally there. “Babe?”
“Mm?” Aaron set his hand on the doorframe and turned his head to look at Gage.
“I left my phone downstairs in the bag I took to Bo’s appointments. Can you get it for me? I don’t think I can move.”
“You’re going to text Alex all about what happened, aren’t you?” Aaron smirked.
“No.” Gage wrinkled his nose. “Alex thinks I’m prudish or… or something. I don’t know. To him, me waiting for you means that I don’t have any kind of sexual drive, I guess. He doesn’t need to know how wrong he is. What I want is to get in touch with Mal to make sure that Bo is doing okay.”
“Fair enough.” Aaron opened the bedroom door, but waited to step through it. “So I’ve got dinner and your phone to bring back upstairs. Anything else?”
Gage rolled over and flopped dramatically onto his stomach. “Water,” he croaked.
