Easton’s eyes widen, lips parting in shock as I start to slowly work the both of us, our hot shafts pressed together. “You feel so fucking good against me.” I moan, leaning in to brush my lips against his, forcing him to taste his own release. “So hot, so fucking soft. You're so big, Easton. I fucking loved when you stretched me open, took what you wanted. Most of all, I loved the feeling of your cum deep inside my ass.”
“Oh shit,” he whimpers, fucking whimpers. I growl, so fucking obsessed with this man. I can’t get enough. I work my hand faster, my orgasm already building, worked up from watching Easton come undone for me a moment before.
“Can you be a good boy for me and cum again? Cum with me, Easton. I wanna feel your cock pulse against mine.”
He nods with desperate eyes, biting his lip, body trembling.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” I kiss him softly, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. “But you’re fucking stunning when your mouth is full of my cock, drool dripping down your chin, and tears leaking down that gorgeous face.”
“Bennett.” He growls, making me chuckle.
“What?” I nip at his lip. “What do you need?”
“To cum,” he whines. “Let me fucking cum.”
“No one’s stopping you.” I hiss as I start to move my hand faster, my orgasm climbing higher and higher. “Just let go. I’ll catch you, Easton. I’m right here.”
His eyes flick frantically between mine, breathing erratically now, and when I squeeze the tips of our cocks together, hard, his eyes roll back, and he lets go.
Just as I promised, I’m there to catch him. I bury my face into his neck, biting down hard as I cum too.
Our cocks jerk in my hand, hot cum shooting out and coating our shafts, making a beautiful mess between the two of us.
White hot ecstasy floods my veins, sending me to heaven and back.
“So fucking good,” I pant, my body slumping against his.
“I think you broke my balls.” He says through a strangled chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be cumming again for a while.”
Leaning back, I grin. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”
He smiles back, and for a moment, everything is perfect.
“Is this real?” he asks me, sounding nervous again.
“Yeah, baby.” I smile, kissing him softly. “It’s real.”
“Would you judge me if I said I was fucking terrified?”
“No.” I shake my head, reaching to brush his hair out of his face. “I’d never judge you, Easton. Not for anything.”
“You say that now,” he whispers.
“I mean it.” I grip his chin. “I have one rule. No cheating. Anything else I can handle, I can work with. I’m not asking for everything right here, right now. If you need time, I’ll be waiting. All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
He licks his lips and nods. “I’m yours. But...”
“I hate buts.” I groan, leaning my forehead against his shoulder.
“Even mine?”
My body shakes with laughter. “Never yours.”
“What I was going to say was, but are you okay if we keep this between the two of us for now? I don’t want to hide you. I’m not ashamed of you or of being attracted to men. That was never the issue.”
“It’s your father.” I pull back to look him in his eyes.
“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s only until I’m out of this town, away from him. That's all I ask. Once I make it to the NFL, get that contract, that money, he can’t touch me. I can lock him up if he tries.”
