“Babe,” Stone rasps. He draws his hand gently down the back of my head, comforting me. “You’ve been working so hard.”
“So have you,” I say, squeezing him tighter.
“I’m just about done here. I can drive you home, let you get some rest—”
Before he can finish, I lean up and surprise him with a kiss. Our lips meet softly, caressing as I taste him. His hand roams down to my side, and his tongue slips into my mouth, licking at my teeth as we both moan.
Instantly, there are coals at my base, heat flooding to my cock. I realize how close I’ve come to screwing things up with him for no good reason, and that ignites something deep inside of me.
We’re supposed to be together, and I won’t know that everything is right again until I feel the truth of it deep inside.
Stone pulls his puffy lips back. “Matty,” he says, his deep voice rumbling against me.
I grab his shirt and push him toward the couch at the end of the studio. My cock swelling, I’m delirious, and the only thing I can think about is having him again.
“You’re so good to me,” I say, kissing at his neck and licking beneath his chin.
Stone twitches and grabs my ass. “I’m trying. Fuck, I’m really trying.”
We fall to the big couch. He winces and holds his injured hand to the side, and I remember to move carefully and slowly around his injuries. “You stayed here all night,” I tell him. On top, I kiss his chin and drag my lips across the hot burn of his stubble until I find his mouth again. “You came back for me.”
Stone wraps a leg around mine and thrusts up against me. “I had to,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
Like this is real.
I grab the bottom of my shirt and throw it to the side, then push my hand through Stone’s hair, shoving his hat off. “I want something else,” I say. “Can I ask for something else?”
Stone nods quickly, his eyes wide as he stares up at me. “Anything.”
“I want you inside me.”
Stone’s body jerks, which sends a wave of pleasure up from the root of me. I ride down against him, arching my back to rub against the bulge of his hard cock. “Do you want that?” I ask, my voice coming out as a breath. “Do you want me?”
Months ago, I would have been too scared to ask. Too scared of what it means to be vulnerable like that. But after slipping so far away from Stone, now the only thing I’m scared of is losing him.
I’m done with all the fantasies. I need something real, and there’s nothing as real as this.
“Fuck yeah,” Stone groans as his fingers sink into my side.
We ride each other’s rhythms, panting and sweating until the good sensations burn away the exhaustion. Stone struggles to pull his sweatshirt off, so I help him. We tangle it over his brace, and I crawl down, my bare chest warm against his. As I kick off my pants, he finds my nipple, pinching and teasing it with his good hand until I’m whimpering.
Somehow, writhing back and forth, we both end up naked. I drag my hot breath down his body, tasting his sweat until I reach his cock, and Stone grabs the back of my head.
I tumble to the ground, kneeling before him as I take his cock in my fist. He’s hard as metal, twitching and leaking precum. The dark curls of hair around his base smell like his musky scent, and with his foreskin tugged back, the glistening purple of his crown waits for me.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” I groan.
“Matty, I… I—”
Before he can get his words out, I swallow him down. I feel ravenous, like there’s a fire burning beneath my skin, and only his touch can extinguish it. Stone lets out a low groan as I drag my pursed lips up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling as I go.
I can feel his pulse, the heartbeat of his desire, thickening his cock between my lips.
My cock twitches as salty precum pours on my tongue. I want to go slow and to tease out every second of this, but my body demands more. I grip my base, desperate for relief, then take him as deep as I can. The slick thud of his crown hits the back of my throat, and I whimper and drool onto Stone’s cock.
“Fuck, Matty,” he groans, pushing my head down and drawing it back. “Feels so good.”
I finally pull my lips back with a pop and gasp for breath. When I look up, dazed, Stone is staring down at me with a sloppy smile on his face. The overhead light shines on his tattoos, and his slim, tight muscles clench.
