Page 40 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 2

I sucked the air out of my mouth, sealing him in the pressure of a vacuum and holding him in my mouth for as long as I could stand not breathing. He throbbed, his head dropping to let his gaze meet mine. His eyebrows, usually flat, curved in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He clasped his teeth around his lower lip, air hissing between them loudly.

And I released him.

The fire that burned in me wouldn’t let me tip him over just yet. I had been waiting for this like a good boy. I deserved my reward. “Lie down,” I pleaded.

He hesitated only for a heartbeat, then decided the floor would do just fine. He lay down, pulling me close to kiss me. It turned me on beyond words to feel his tongue in my mouth.

I got up as soon as our kiss stopped. I was hasty when I undressed, carelessly throwing my pants to a corner and searching his nightstand for lube. I poured it over my fingers and rubbed it well between my cheeks when I dropped to my knees next to Avery.

My dick was stiff and dark with the blood that filled it. It was sensitive to every little touch, leaping with desire, so I kept my hand away. I stroked Avery with my slick fingers, then threw a leg over his waist and set a knee on each side of him. “I wanna ride you, Avery,” I whispered. “I wanna ride you hard.”

His ears perked and he bared his teeth in a deadly handsome smile. “I’m all yours.”

I didn’t know how badly I had needed to hear those words. “You are,” I agreed. “And I’m yours,” I whispered.

I bent a little forward, curving the small of my back as I thrust my butt out. His dick settled perfectly between my cheeks, reacting with a hard throb to every move I made. I held him in my left hand, rubbing myself carefully against him and making my muscles relax and loosen. When I applied pressure, my eyes rolled back in an almost unbearable sensation of pleasure. It welled in me so abruptly that I had to hold my breath. I sat on him, taking a mere inch of his length inside of my body, and whimpered as I lifted myself off of him. Again, I lowered my body to welcome him inside and impaled myself on his length far enough to stop and hold us as we were. For an endless moment, I clenched around his dick, holding a sob in my throat and waiting for that sliver of pain to fade away.

It always did. And when it melted into a distant memory, nothing but pleasure remained. Things like these were worth every drop of discomfort. And that was exactly what happened. I swung my hips forth, then sat back on him, taking him deeper in.

My gaze met his. He was heated and aroused beyond any limit. He was inside of me after waiting for days and I felt in my chest the same excitement that coursed through his veins.

As I sank down on him, a long moan drew from me, and I slapped both my hands against his chest. He entered me deep within a few heartbeats of my movements. His dick filled me and his presence filled the emptiness that I hadn’t known existed until I met him. He thrust his hips up, slamming against me and dipping deeper into me. And each time I lowered myself onto him, my fingernails sinking into his muscled pecs, I wanted to cry louder and moan harder and grind against him faster.

I pinned him against the floor with my weight and moved back and forth in slow, deliberate, sensual swings. It was torturing him, I knew, and his eyebrows curved higher, his mouth opened wider, and his cheeks grew hotter. He surrendered himself to my control and I rode him hard for a long time.

My mind was one with my body. I was not aware of anything beyond this room, beyond the two of us. I felt his thickness stretching me wide and his length probing me deep. I felt his cock press against my prostate and my whole body reacted with joy. My dick pulsed, already aching and swollen, and my hole tightened around him, making him grunt in pleasure.

When my slow pace became unbearable for my wild lover, Avery grabbed my hips and controlled my body almost better than I could. He lifted me and yanked me down his impressive length, pushing whimpers out of my open mouth. He made me weightless, his arms strong and biceps bunching with exertion. He dragged me down on him, keeping me on the blissful edge between my fiery lust and my coveted orgasm.

Harder and faster he used my body for both our pleasures, ramming me and slapping me against himself. And as I surrendered to his control, my fingers reached for his long, sexy neck. I held him, closed my hands around him, and gave him a threatening squeeze. It awakened something beastly in his eyes. He fucked me harder in return, our movements synchronized. He lifted his body off the floor, barely falling back at all, and filled me balls deep, pushing me higher and higher on my knees while holding my hips firmly so I didn’t go too far.

The act resembled a brawl, except for the pleasures that had never been so real and so rich.

And when Avery dropped back on the floor, exhausted, I continued to ride him just as fast and just as hard. Dragging myself back and forth against his crotch, I leaned even closer to him. My lips smashed against his and my dick was trapped between our abdomens. I rode him, and he synced with me, helping me as I let my cock rub against our bodies.

The tension was too much to endure. His dick was persistently adding pressure to my prostate and our bodies were pressing too hard against my cock. I couldn’t control it. I could barely yelp a warning into his mouth when the way he swung his hips tipped me over. I exploded in an instant, speeding up to get the most out of the gift he had given me. I straightened my back and went down on him while white ribbons of cum squirted over his sweaty torso.

I stuck my index finger into my mouth while Avery fueled my climax with quick, determined motions. He fucked me faster as I licked my finger. In the next heartbeat, I pressed my slick index finger against his tight hole, entering the warmth of his body with one well-placed push. I felt him close around my knuckle, his moan louder and his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He throbbed hard, filling me the way I loved. And I did love it. I couldn’t describe the sensation it gave me. To have him so deep inside of me and to know he spent himself in me gave me more joy than I could have imagined.

When Avery’s body calmed down under me, I didn’t move. I was barely breathing. Each breath of air was shallower than the one before it. My body trembled, but I sat on him, unwilling to let him slide out. I didn’t want us to part just yet. I wanted our bodies connected, our souls tied together, our hearts beating in the same rhythm. I wanted us to exist as one, with him inside of me, and our fingers twining, and our breaths in unison.

“Avery,” I whispered. I didn’t mean to talk. I didn’t want to chat. His name was on my lips and it was a compulsive thing, a reflex. I had to say it, or I would die.

“Gray,” he said, understanding the depths of my feelings and my thoughts without any words exchanged. He held me where I was. He looked into my eyes. He kept the contact going until I lost all track of time. Even now, after we had finished, this room existed outside of reality. We were separate from the rest of the world. It didn’t touch us. We had one another.

Avery was getting softer and so was I. The warmth of his passion filled me just the same, but I longed for us to turn to marble and never move again. And when he slid out of me, wincing once and chuckling after, I lay on top of him.

My face rested on the middle of his torso, my ear over his heart, and I listened to his calming heartbeats. Alive. This person was alive and real, his heart was pumping just like mine. Of the billions of people on the planet, how was it that I met the best one?

Warmth spread through my chest in a completely new wave. It made me want to cry, although I couldn’t tell why. The immeasurable joy that filled me was hard to contain when my impulse was to climb the tallest mountain and shout to everyone that Avery Collins made me happy.

I bit my lower lip and held it all in. It hadn’t even been two months since the night I asked him to be my boyfriend. It needed time, a thing like this. And I had to understand it myself before confusing the guy I cared so deeply about.

Again, hot tears welled in my eyes, and a cry of joy was stuck in my throat when I looked at the window. A small lamp was lit there, and under it was a single dry rose, the very one I had given him. He had carried it all night and placed it where he could always see it. And though it was dry and old, it was just as beautiful.

I found myself moving, my lips on his warm chest, kisses trailing all over him. And when I reached his lips, we kissed and murmured things too sweet to bear. I was grateful for him. He made things make sense. The love-starved boy I had been was leaping with joy inside of me. The lonely person I had been was packing his things and leaving never to come back. I would never be lonely again.