“Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck.” I growled.
Nate collapsed on the bed, chest heaving, cock spent, sweat glistening—and I envied him. I wanted to get there too.
“I hope you don’t mind bruises, Marine.” I realized my fingers were digging into his hips to the point where it had to hurt.
“Won’t be able to walk either at this rate,” he panted. “Don’t fucking stop. Christ on afucking—hnngh. I’m right there.”
Oh fuck, like that—the way he just clenched down and pushed back on my cock. If he did that any tighter, he’d pull the rubber with him, for chrissakes. A shudder ran through me, and before I knew it, he cranked things up further. He eased back toward me and looped an arm around my neck, and we met in a messy kiss.
I swept my tongue into his mouth and caught a quick glance of his hand working his cock. The pressure built up faster, fucking finally, forcing back the ache of my muscles.
He pushed back when I rammed in, and we chased our release together. Fucking desperately.
Goose bumps rose across my arms, and a bead of sweat trickled down my temple.
“I’m gonna come,” he moaned.
Thank fuck. Seeing it became my own undoing. Ropes of come shot from his cock, and I felt the pleasure pull me under at last. It rushed through me in hot pulses and made me feel feverish. And like I was underwater.
I fucked him until I couldn’t anymore. And then…everything went quiet. Buried balls deep, condom filled, I dropped my forehead to the dip between his shoulder blades, and the only thing I heard was our heavy breathing.
Sweet Jesus, I was done.
I needed a shower, maybe an energy drink, definitely a big fat hoagie, and sleep.
In that order.
Could I even find a hoagie in fucking England?
Probably not.
“How is my ass,” Kyle panted, “on fire and…” He swallowed. “And completely numb at the same time…”
I let out a breathless chuckle, unable to respond.
Gimme a minute or fourteen.
“I don’t know, but I’ve been there,” Nate yawned. “Can we get something to eat now? I’m hungry.”
Kyle blew out a heavy breath. “There’s a kebab place on the corner. It’s decent.”
It wasn’t a hoagie, but it would do.
For the record, if Nate wanted to thank Kyle for his service, now was a good time.
A year later
Boston
Nathan Mills
“Yeah, no, of course. I appreciate you calling. Thanks.” I cleared my throat and ended the call.
Ash sank down on the couch with a heavy sigh. “They decided to go with another couple.”
I nodded with a dip of my chin and sat down next to him.
Goddammit.
