“Fuck, yes,” I growled as Hawke’s tongue licked my insides. “More,” I ordered. But instead of continuing, Hawke pulled histongue free and closed his lips over my hole and sucked gently. I began desperately rubbing my hips against the side of the bed in order to give my dick the friction it so badly needed, but Hawke took that away from me too by taking my leaking cock in his hand once again. He started dragging his thumb up and down the shaft as his mouth moved from my hole down to my balls and then licked along my cock before reversing direction.
“Michael, please,” I whispered as the need inside of me became unbearable.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Hawke whispered against my skin, his soft breath stroking over my fluttering opening.
“I need to come,” I begged shamelessly.
Hawke didn’t answer me, but a second later his tongue was surging into me again and his hand began stroking me with hot, tight glides. And just like that I came. The buildup had been so slow and torturous, but the climax was the exact opposite because I was thrown over the edge with no warning at all. The orgasm was ruthless as it flashed through my body and seared every cell with pleasure. And through it all, Hawke kept fucking me with his tongue and fisting me with his hand. On the heels of the crushing ecstasy was the tingling that started in my core and spread out to all of my limbs.
I was struggling to catch my breath as the orgasm started to ease and I couldn’t move when Hawke lay down on top of me, his front to my back and searched out my mouth. The second he kissed me, I knew exactly what the salty, bitter fluid was that transferred from his mouth to mine.
I was so sated that it was a struggle to kiss Hawke back, but I could tell he hadn’t taken his own pleasure because his erection was nudging my ass. Hawke levered off of me and I felt his fingers massaging my hole. At the same time, I heard the distinctive sound of a cap being opened and I wasn’t surprised when lube dripped onto my opening. It felt cold against my hot skin and I shivered as Hawke worked some inside of me. And then his slick cock was there and even in my exhausted state, I wanted it…him.
It took very little effort for Hawke’s crown to push past my outermuscle since Hawke had done such a thorough job of relaxing it with his ministrations. He began fucking me with shallow thrusts that helped him work his way deeper into my body. My ass burned as it stretched to accommodate his thickness and once he bottomed out inside of me, he dropped down on my back and kissed my ear, my neck, my jaw.
“I need you so badly, Tate,” he whispered.
“I’m yours, Michael. Always.”
The kiss I got was desperate and needy and matched the frenetic pace Hawke set as he pounded into my body. I could feel my own cock responding as all the ridges of Hawke’s cock massaged my inner walls. Hawke remained hunched over me and sought out my hands and linked our fingers together as he humped into me. His breath was hot against my neck and every grunt drove my own need to come higher and higher.
“Fuck,” Hawke snarled as he began slamming into me urgently, signaling the end. He shifted his hips just the tiniest bit and hit my gland and I let out a hoarse shout. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything as Hawke controlled every aspect of my pleasure. I waited, I hoped and then I started begging Hawke to give me what I needed.
And then I was flying as I came again. Hawke shouted my name as he pummeled me with thrust after brutally deep thrust, and his weight held me to the bed as his release flooded my insides. My orgasm ratcheted even higher as I felt his dick slide through his juices before shoving into me hard one more time and holding there for several long seconds as more of his cum filled me. And then I heard it, barely a whisper.
“I love you, Tate.”
And I wanted to cry.
Because I knew in my heart that it wasn’t enough.
I wasn’t enough.
Chapter 23
HAWKE
I hadn’t meantto say the words. Not because I didn’t mean them. Because I did. I’d known it the moment Tate had turned his back on me to get in that car.
To leave me.
No, I’d said them because as strong as my physical release had been, something deep inside of me had opened up at the same time and I’d felt whole again. But it had been fleeting – long enough for me to tell Tate the truth of what he meant to me, but not long enough to let go of the past or the promise I’d made.
Tate didn’t respond to my declaration, but when I leaned in to kiss him, he kissed me back without hesitation. We stayed there like that until I knew my weight was too much for him and I carefully levered myself off of him and pulled free of his body. The sight of my release dripping from Tate’s body set off something primal in me and I couldn’t resist running my fingers through the sticky white fluid and spreading it into his skin. When I looked up, I saw that Tate was watching me over his shoulder with glassy eyes. I wrapped my hand around his arm and gently pulled him to his feet and he pushed into my arms and dragged me down for a kiss. I took his hand and led him to the bathroom.
The master bathroom was one of the only rooms that Revay’s parents had gotten around to remodeling shortly before their deaths, so it sported a large walk in shower with a bench on one end. After I got the shower going, I changed the angle on the shower head to make sure the water would hit us the way I wanted it to and I led Tate to the bench and sat down. He didn’t need any kind of urging to sit down on my lap and as we kissed, I searched out the soap and began washing him.
Both of us were hard by the time we were done cleaning each other. Tate took charge of our pleasure as he rubbed up against me, his erection brushing mine. At one point, he took us both in hand and began jerking us off at the same time, but without warning, he slipped from my lap and dropped to his knees between my legs. I watched in rapt fascination as he licked my length from base to tip and then teased my slit with the tip of his tongue. I wanted the sensual torture to both hurry up and slow down at the same time, but that was my last rational thought because Tate’s mouth closed over my dick a second later. Blowjobs were something I’d gotten plenty of from Revay during our years together, but Tate’s mouth felt entirely different. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to exert, when to back off and when to barrel on so that I was always just riding the edge of my orgasm.
As Tate sucked me down to my base, I let out a hoarse shout and put my hands on his head to hold him still so I could fuck his mouth the way I wanted. I was close to coming when Tate released my cock and looked up at me.
“Scoot forward,” he urged as his hands closed over my hips.
It took me a moment to realize why he wanted me to move. A niggle of uncertainty went through me as I understood what would happen next if I did as he asked. My relationship with Tate had progressed so quickly that I hadn’t given much thought to having him touch me the same way I touched him. But one look at his patient eyes and I knew I wanted it. I wanted whatever he would give me. Because he wasn’t doing it for him. He was doing it for me.
I shifted my hips forward until my ass was hanging off the bench. The position put my upper body at an awkward angle, butthat was all forgotten the second Tate put his finger in his mouth, got it nice and slick with spit, removed it, and then sucked my cock back into his mouth. I flinched when I felt his finger brushing over my hole, but I forced myself to remain still. Tate’s mouth was still working me, but he’d eased up a little, probably so that I wouldn’t be too distracted from what he was doing to my ass.
Tate’s finger rubbed over my hole several times, the saliva making the motion smoother. At first I was struggling with the oddness of it all, but then I began to anticipate the little spark that shot through me every time the pad of his finger added just the slightest bit of pressure to my entrance. And when the finger disappeared, I actually started to protest until I saw Tate sucking his finger into his mouth to wet it again.
