A moment he feared was coming far too soon.
*
Jeff could feel the difference in Mack. From the moment he’d woken up, he’d sensed the old Mack was with him, the one who loved and wanted to be loved. Not the forceful lover he’d come to know as of late, but the man who’d filled Jeff’s life with happiness, completed him in ways he’d never expected.
As he lay beneath Mack’s warm body, used his tongue to explore every ridge, every vein of Mack’s cock, Jeff couldn’t help but wish this would last forever. Not only the sex but the intimacy, the union. Just the two of them.
But that had always been his problem, hadn’t it? Jeff had never been the sort to settle for temporary. He never did things half-ass, so why should he settle? Only that was exactly what he was doing now because that was all Mack was offering, and God help him, Jeff wanted the man any way he could have him.
Mack shifted, his cock dislodging from Jeff’s mouth, and he groaned his displeasure for the move, earning a soft chuckle from Mack.
“Turn over,” Mack instructed.
A chill shot down his spine as he rolled onto his stomach. The mattress dipped as Mack moved with him, taking up position between Jeff’s legs. Warm hands gripped his hips, pulling them back until he was on his knees, chest flat on the mattress. Jeff closed his eyes, focused on every gentle sweep of Mack’s fingers over his skin, the strength in those calloused hands as they massaged his back for a few seconds before drifting lower, cupping his ass, spreading his cheeks.
“You know what I’m gonna do, don’t you?” Mack’s raspy words teased over his skin.
“Please…”
Mack pressed his lips to Jeff’s ass cheek. “You want my tongue, don’t you?”
“God, yes.” Jeff damn sure wasn’t above begging. “Please…”
He was briefly aware of Mack’s warm breath over his skin, his firm hands spreading him open wide.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his cock jerking when Mack’s tongue dipped between his cheeks. “Oh, fuck, Mack.”
Mack’s rough groan sent vibrations through his body. Jeff rocked his hips, wanting to feel that wicked tongue working him over, sparking those sensitive nerve endings. He managed to slide his hand beneath his body, palming his cock. He stroked in perfect rhythm to Mack’s exquisite ministrations. No one but Mack had ever done this to him, ever rimmed him. It had always seemed such a taboo act to Jeff, but when Mack did it, he couldn’t even bring himself to care.
Jeff had no idea how much time passed, but Mack continued until Jeff was certain he’d have beard burn between his thighs. Not that he gave a shit, because he couldn’t have asked Mack to stop. Not now, not ever. But then he did, but only briefly. Jeff turned his head in the direction of Mack’s nightstand, knew what he was reaching for. Every muscle in his body coiled tightly, his cock pulsing in his fist as he waited for Mack’s return. He wasn’t disappointed, because a minute later, he felt the thick head of Mack’s cock sliding across his asshole, then dipping into him, but only a little. Mack worked the head of his cock into Jeff’s ass, teasing him ruthlessly before finally giving him more.
Inch by delicious inch, Mack filled him until Jeff was panting, pain morphing with pleasure. Soft moans rattled in his chest when Mack strategically grazed the perfect spot inside him. And once Mack was buried to the hilt, he shifted, his hands pressing into the mattress near Jeff’s head as Mack covered him.
“This is what I dream about,” Mack said gruffly, pulling his hips back, pushing them forward until they were flat against Jeff’s ass.
Jeff closed his eyes, letting the exquisite sound of his words consume him.
“Every night.”Thrust, retreat.“Being inside you.”In, out.“So”—forward—“deep”—back … thrust—“inside you.”
Jeff moaned softly, needing more.
“I never stopped loving you,” Mack whispered, his lips brushing Jeff’s shoulder as he ground his hips, working his cock as deep as he could go.
Emotion churned within Jeff, intensifying the pleasure, because that was what this was, right? Making love. Not fucking, not satisfying an urge. Mack was loving him the way he used to, with his heart and his body.
Jeff gripped the comforter in one fist, his cock in the other. As Mack rocked into him, he squeezed his flesh, staving off the release that was building. He wanted to spend the rest of the night right here, just like this.
“Tell me you still love me,” Mack pleaded, the torment in his words ringing loudly.
“I’ve always loved you,” he answered. “Always will.”
That was why he’d come here tonight. Not only for dinner or conversation, not merely for this, but to tell Mack he still loved him, wanted a future with him. The rest of their lives wouldn’t be enough, but it would do because he loved the man with every ounce of his being.
“Jeff … oh, fuck, baby.”
His insides twisted, heart lurching in his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut and pretended this wasn’t going to be the finale for them, but he felt it in the way Mack moved, heard it in the rasp of his voice. The man was torn up inside, fighting battles he would never win because you couldn’t control who you loved, and you couldn’t be someone you weren’t no matter how hard you willed it to be true.
Releasing his cock, Jeff moved his arms, his palms sliding flat so his hands aligned with Mack’s. As he’d hoped, Mack shifted, placing his hands atop Jeff’s and linking their fingers while Mack took his pleasure from him. Glorious sensations overtook Jeff’s body, his mind, as Mack drove deeper inside him, impaling him with long, even strokes. His pace quickened as the seconds ticked by until Mack was grunting, his sweat-slicked chest sliding against Jeff’s back.
