I’m ready to come just from seeing my dick against his hole, but the second my tip begins to disappear, my head falls back, my eyes fall shut, and I stop moving.
“No, no, no, don’t stop,” Vox whines beneath me.
I rub his leg. “I just need a second. You feel too fucking good. You’re gonna make me come before I’m ready.”
Vox begins writhing, trying to push himself further down on my pulsing cock. I move my hands to his waist to try to hold him still, but as soon as I have him under my hands, my hips thrust forward, pushing me in deeper.
Vox and I let out simultaneous moans of pleasure.
I pump my hips twice more when Vox lets go of his legs and plants his feet back on the mattress. He grabs my forearms and slides his fingers down over my wrists. When he reaches my hands, he laces our fingers together, and the gesture has me damn close to professing my love for him.
I squeeze his fingers as I use his grip for leverage, rocking my hips back and snapping them forward again.
His mouth is hanging open as he watches my hips slam against him, and he raises his hips to meet me.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold back much longer,” I warn him.
“Then don’t,” he says breathlessly.
Unclasping one of my hands from his, I use it to stroke his cock, but as we barrel toward our orgasms, I need both hands.
“Take over for me,” I pant. Looping my arms back under his knees, I push his legs up and open again, gripping his thighs, pulling him into me as I push myself into him. “Oh, fuck, you feel so good, Vox. You’re so fucking tight. I could stay in your ass forever,” I babble.
“Connor, I’m about to come,” he warns.
“Let me see it. Paint those perfect abs for me.”
“Oh,fuck. Ah…shit…unh…unh…ahhh…” he groans through his release, his ass clenching around my dick as every muscle in his body goes rigid.
“You milk my cock so fucking good, baby, I’m about to shoot my load so deep in your ass. Are you ready?”
“Yesss,” Vox says with a victorious sigh as I grunt through the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had. While I was edging Vox, my own dick was painfully neglected, and my balls had been producing cum nonstop for the last forty minutes.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan as pulse after pulse sends more of my DNA inside of him. I push as far into him as I can get, wanting to ensure my mark stays with him for days.
As the last shudder leaves my body, I notice Vox has gone completely still; his breathing is even, and his jaw is slack.
I think I fucked him into a coma.
Slowly sliding out of him, I make my way to the bathroom and do a quick cleanup job of myself before getting a warm washcloth for Vox. I haven’t taken care of someonelike this in a long time, and even when I did, the physical acts were never accompanied by the emotions I’m feeling now.
Vox is still passed out when I reenter his room, gently trailing the washcloth over his freshly abused hole. I clean up the lube on his cock and the cum on his stomach, and am just coming back with a glass of water for him when he opens his eyes.
“I didn’t know you could actually fuck a person into REM sleep,” he says with a smile, his voice deep with lust and fatigue.
I laugh as I hand him the glass of water, my heart pinching in my chest.
“Drink this. I probably dehydrated you as well.”
“Not just me. I think there’s at least half a gallon of your bodily fluids in my ass.”
Taking a seat on the bed next to him, I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him before confirming, “At least.”
He chuckles and rolls to his side, throwing his arm across my waist.
“Stay?”
“Vo—”
