“I’ve had that plug inside me for hours. I need you to fuck me, Corey.” His eyes burn with arousal, and I want to give him what he needs.
I push in until I’m buried to the hilt, and then I pulse forward even deeper. Nash cries out beneath me, and the sight may well be my undoing.
“Fuck,” we say in unison, both in awe at the sensation.
“Fuck, your dick in my arse feels fucking perfect. Please, move,” he begs. “Please, baby. Make love to me. Make me yours.”
I lean over him and kiss him deeply as I pull out almost all the way before pressing back in. The change in angle from leaning forward forces my dick to rub against his prostate, and I swear, Nash’s soul almost leaves his body.
“Nash, Jesus Christ, you feel so good, Nash. I love you. I love you so much,” I pant, words running into each other as I babble every thought in my head while I make love to him.
“I love you too, baby. You feel amazing. I’m so fucking close.”
“Me too, fuck. Can I come inside you,Nash? Please?” I’m the one begging now. I want nothing more than to claim this beautiful man as mine in every way I can.
“Baby, I want to sleep with you right where you are. Fill me up. Fill me up and never leave.”
It takes only one, two, three more thrusts until I tense over him as my orgasm hits with the force of a freight train. The feeling of my cum filling him sends Nash closer to the edge. He grabs his weeping cock and only has to stroke himself twice before his own release barrels through him, and he explodes over his stomach and chest, pulsing ropes of creamy cum all over himself.
Knowing how much Nash enjoys it, I scoop his release from his skin, my cock still buried deep in his arse, and suck it from my fingers. I lean forward and hold there until he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out beneath me. I let his release drip from my mouth and onto his tongue before diving in for a wet, sloppy, incredible kiss.
Nash moans around my tongue, as I do the same. My cock slips from his arse, my release escaping from his hole. I grab some of the wipes from the bag the lube was in and clean us both up as best I can in a tent on the beach.
We kiss, and kiss until we have no choice but to admit defeat, exhaustion hitting us, and we both fall asleep.
Thirty-four
Nash
The next morning, we wake up still wrapped in each other’s arms. I pull him close, then, conscious of the plan for this morning and that I forgot to set an alarm, I lean over to my jeans, neatly folded on his side of our makeshift bed, and check my phone. Corey grumbles in protest at my moving.
“Shit, come on.” We’re going to miss it if we don’t hurry, so I leap into action, dressing quickly and throwing Corey’s clothes at him from where he left them strewn on the floor.
“There goes my plan for a nice lie in with your cock in my arse,” he grouses as he pulls on his jeans, uncertain what the sudden rush is.
Once we’re dressed, I make sure to tug my ‘borrowed’ hoodie down over his head to keep warm, and lead him out of the tent, hands clasped together, scooping up our blanket from the floor, and leading him quickly beyond the windbreaks, to the shoreline. I lay the blanket down and tug him down in front of me and between my legs, pulling his back against my chest as we stare out to sea.
The inky-blue sky starts to lighten as we sit there, and I think back to the day Corey arrived here, a little bit broken by what had come before. I am never not in awe of the strength this man possesses.
To leave such a toxic situation behind and start afresh in a completely new place, on your own, is something in and of itself, but then to seek out the one person who offered you friendship and do everything you can to make it work. To relocate, and relocate again, in an effort to protect those you’ve come to care about. To love so openly and with your whole being, a whole newfound family of friends and people who care about you.
To steal the heart of a man who had no intention of falling for anyone. To be so guileless in your beauty and kindness, your strength and resilience, that he had absolutely no choice butto fall for you.
Corey is the love of my life. I know this, without question. And we are working every day for the future we both deserve. Together.
I hold him close to me, neither of us feeling the need to fill this moment with words as we watch the sky change from blue to orange, peach to pink, yellow to almost white as the sun bursts from behind the horizon and fills the eastward sky.
Corey sighs in my arms and leans his head sideways, allowing me to reach down and kiss him.
“I love you, baby.” He smiles that sweet smile of his.
“I love you too.”
What a perfect start to the day.
We linger on the beach for a couple of hours, enjoying the bubble we’re in before making use – quietly – of our little tent oasis once more. This time, he rides me, and the vision of Corey taking me inside him from above me is now imprinted on my brain.
When he comes, he grabs one of the cushions from beside me and stuffs his face into it to muffle his cries of bliss. I just lean us and stiflemy own sobs of release into his neck.
