“I’m having a hard time reading you now, and I don’t like it,” I say. “It scares me.” I realize that’s one of the reasons I’m trembling, one of the reasons I’m trying desperately to cheer him up with cookies—like some part of me thinks if I could have just made Mom some cookies, nothing would have gone so wrong. She wouldn’t have left me.
Picking up on my meaning, Dax says, “Don’t worry, Miles. I’m not going anywhere.”
My eyes water as some of this tension in me dissipates. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that. But this isn’t about me. “Tell me what you need. Just say it and I’ll do it.”
“Kiss me.”
It’s the easiest request to obey, and I don’t hesitate to take his mouth, instantly feeling that familiar relief. It melts the remaining stress, and my body can’t get enough as I push him back against the wall beside the island, running a hand under the hem of his shirt, caressing his abs. His muscles relax, and the more we lock lips, the more I think we both realize we need this.
When our lips part, Dax whispers, “Tonight’s another night where I need you to not stop touching me.”
“Done.”
There’s relief in hearing him tell me what he needs, and we continue kissing on our way to my room.
This isn’t one of those frenzied encounters we shared when we first started fucking. There’s a calm to the way we strip down, crawling into bed together. Our kisses are relaxed, easy, each one promising me that another is coming, and then another. I sense in the way he touches me how much he needs me to be here for him. To be present, sharing this moment with him. Just as he won’t leave me, I won’t leave him.
Now that I’ve learned this man’s body, memorized his pleasure points, I’m determined to use that to help him escape, if only for a little while. I work my way inside him, nibble at his neck, and he arches his back, moaning.
“Miles, you know what I need.”
“Yes, I do,” I assure him as his body welcomes me, his muscles loosening, as he lies there, ready for me to pleasure him with my all. I push in steadily until I’m in deep, offering subtle thrusts. He looks into my eyes, really looking at me, his gaze letting me know this experience is pulling him from the events of tonight.
We lose ourselves in kisses, sweat, and moans, our bodies uniting as we find that familiar, effortless rhythm. Only this time, it’s not just our bodies involved in the act, but our very souls.
“Miles, fuck, Miles,” he calls out, reaching back and gripping the headboard, clearly to keep himself from playing with his cock and reaching the end too soon.
“You’re almost there,” I observe, proud of myself for the good work I put in tonight.
A few more strokes, and I can tell by the way he shakes that his body is working to release, so I take hold of his cock, gripping to prevent him from coming before I’m ready. His lips pull into a smirk, which I cherish. I’m worried that after what happened with his dad, he feels alone. Unwanted.
“Dax…no matter what happens, you’re not on your own. I want you. No, Ineedyou. You’re mine. And you’ll always be mine, do you understand?”
He forces himself to look at me as he struggles on the edge. “I understand.”
As I look at this beautiful man beneath me, my heart swells. I only know one thing for certain, and there’s no point hiding it. “I never thought I could feel this way about anyone. Never wanted to feel it, but I love you, Dax,” I confess.
His body erupts in a series of spasms, and I grip his cock even tighter.
“You don’t have to say it back, but I need you to know you’re it for me.”
His cock swells in my hold, and he gasps before blinking a few times, like he’s trying to regain control. He steadies his breaths, looking me in the eyes once again. “You’re it for me too, Miles. I love you too.”
His words are a sedative, and I lean close, offering him a kiss and a thrust, finally allowing him reprieve as I release his cock, and his jaw locks as he shoots. Feeling his body relax beneath me, knowing that this beautiful, incredible man is totally mine, is all I need to claim this ass yet again.
As I recover from the shockwave and gaze down at him, I know the full truth of how deeply I feel for this man. “We’re gonna get through this, my sunshine. That’s a promise.”
“I know we will, my storm.”
He sounds far more confident than he did earlier in the night, though I know it won’t magically fix what he’s going through. That will take time. As I lean back, his face twists up. “You didn’t set a timer for those cookies, did you?”
Oh, fuck.
As the burning smell catches my attention, I bow my head in shame, and we both burst into laughter.
After the night we had, after everything we just confessed, here I am buried inside him, and we’re laughing about fucking cookies.
Very us.
