A low, rumbling groan comes from deep within my chest, followed by a hum of satisfaction. “Filthy boy.”
Gabe moans as he sucks his thumb slowly, letting it go with an audible pop and a smug little grin.
There he is.
He brings his fingers to my crease, and I spread my legs wider, giving him access. His chest is heaving, that gorgeous blush I’m obsessed with high on his cheeks, spreading into his ears. He brings two fingers to my hole and massages gently.
I settle further into the bed, relaxing myself, and cant my hips, causing his finger to catch on my rim. A soft, breathy sigh escapes him as he presses more firmly with that one finger, the tip entering me. He works it in and out slowly, to the first knuckle, then the second, until I’m practically riding his finger.
“I’m ready for another, baby,” I tell him through a pleasured sound.
He removes the first finger and uses the pads of two to massage my softening hole. He leans down and takes my mouth while easing two back in, and I groan loudly into his kiss. I canfeel his thick cock dragging hot and heavy along the crease of my thigh.
His size should probably worry me a little, but instead, the need in me only grows. I want it, and I’m getting impatient. Gabe has three fingers in me easily now, grazing my prostate on each pass.
He’s blinking hard, trying to battle his nerves, though he’s trying to hide it. “You okay?” he asks, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“Yeah,” I breathe, tightening around his fingers to prove it. “Feels so good, baby. You’re taking such good care of me.”
He closes his eyes and exhales softly, then leans forward to kiss me. It’s slow and open, his tongue moving almost in time with his fingers. When he pulls back, he looks down at where his fingers disappear inside me, then back up at my face, like he’s caught between awe and disbelief.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
He nods his head and eases his fingers out of me. I nudge the pack of wet wipes I also stashed in his drawer at him, and he bites back a grin.
He reaches for the condom, his hand unsteady. The soft tear of the foil breaks the quiet, followed by the slick sound of lube as he pulls it from the wrapper. I watch him—how his brow furrows in concentration, how his throat bobs as he swallows. He rolls it down his thick cock, and I moan at the sight, giving my own cock a firm tug as I watch him. There’s nothing in the world more beautiful than seeing him this way, stripped of everything but want.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers.
“I will,” I promise. My voice sounds wrecked.
He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against me. My hand finds his chest, needing to feel his heartbeat, wild and strong. His eyes stay locked on mine, pupils blown wide, andthe sound he makes when he pushes forward is a combination of a groan and a whimper.
For a second, I think he won’t fit. He’s too big, and I tense before remembering who this is—how careful and gentle he is. He strokes his thumb over my hip, murmuring something soft I can’t even hear, and then the pressure shifts. The stretch burns, sharp at first, then eases into a sweet ache that steals my breath.
It’s not the stretch that I focus on—it’s the fact that this is him. Gabe.Inside me. His body, his trust, his heart pressed against mine with every inch he gives.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan loudly. It feels like it’s too much and not enough. I feel so full already. Gabe stays still, letting me adjust to the intrusion. He leans down to kiss my temple. “You okay?”
I nod, exhaling shakily, keeping my body as lax as I can. “Yeah, baby. You can move.”
He presses another kiss to the corner of my mouth and begins to move, small thrusts easing me further open. I cling to him, nibbling along his shoulder. Every time he drags his cock out before pushing back in a little more, the head of his cock catches on my rim, and it’s making me feral.
I’d give anything to feel him bare. To feel the drag of his hot cock against my rim, skin to skin, without a barrier. Someday, maybe.Hopefully.
Every roll of his hips sends sparks through me, all I can focus on is his expression—mouth parted, brows pinched. He keeps whispering my name, like a prayer he’s afraid to stop saying.
I reach up and cup his face, pulling him down until our foreheads touch.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper against his lips. “I love the feel of you inside me.”
He shudders, and his thrusts grow deeper. It’s not hard or rough or fast. Every thrust is an intense drag as we pant into each other’s mouths. Chest sliding with sweat, my cock dragsbetween our bodies, and heat coils low in my stomach. The sounds Gabe’s making should be illegal. Filthy little whines and whimpers, choked-offuh, uh, uhsthat make my impossibly hard cock harder by the second.
One of his hands finds my ass, and he changes the angle a little, then he—
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck,” I shout, clutching onto his shoulders. “Yeah, baby, yes.There.”
The sound that rips from Gabe is desperate as each thrust hits that spot deep inside me. It’s relentless, perfect. My whole body tightens around him, every nerve alive, every breath a broken sound. I’m lost in the heat and the weight of him, in the way he moves like he’s trying to give me everything he has.
