Page 13 of Toren

Andrew’s fingertips pressed against his prostate and Toren arched off the bed, whimpering for how skilled Andrew continually demonstrated himself to be. Soon, the fingers were gone, a condom wrapper was open, and Andrew was back between his legs, hard and hot cock pushing for entry.

Toren spread his legs and angled up his hips, and then Andrew was inside of him. Fully. Completely. Pressed together in all the best places, and above him Andrew went absolutely still except for the rapid-fire beat of his heart, which Toren could feel against his chest.

“God, I could come right now.”

Toren’s lashes fluttered. He was stretched so wide in every possible meaning of the word. Toren stroked the back of Andrew’s neck and angled his face to the side, kissing Andrew’s temple. He could taste the sweat there already breaking out against his skin.

“I hope you do.”

Andrew managed a weak laugh in his ear. “If I do, I promise I’ll be good again later.”

“I believe you.” Toren dragged his hand down Andrew’s back, lightly scoring the goosefleshed skin with the sharp edge of his fingernails. “So will I.”

The message was received, and Andrew started to move. With long and sharp snaps of his hips, he fucked Toren in the way he most loved to be fucked. Andrew fucked like he meant it, and that was enough to bring Toren’s hand between their stomachs. He stroked his cock while Andrew fucked him up into the headboard, their shared pleasure exploding in an embarrassingly short amount of time.

The lead-up to Toren’s orgasm caught him off guard, but the way Andrew went still inside of him when he came did not. Andrew groaned as Toren spilled all over his hand, Andrew’s body weight pressing him down into the sheets.

“You’re gorgeous when you lose yourself,” Andrew rasped, thrusting twice and then proving himself just as breathtaking.

He came with a strangled cry, crashing his mouth against Toren’s like he needed Toren’s tongue to dampen the sound. Toren hooked his legs around the backs of Andrew’s thighs and kept their bodies close, Andrew spilling his load into the condom.

Eventually, they pulled apart, Andrew collapsing on his back much like he’d done the night before in the hotel. This time, Toren’s body ached from use—in the best ways. He reached over and patted his cum-stained hand against Andrew’s thigh.

“I have no sense of self-preservation with you,” Andrew muttered, almost under his breath, before rolling into a sitting position. Toren watched him brace his elbows on his knees to catch his breath.

“I never thought that was a problem.”

Andrew huffed a laugh and nodded.

“I’m going to get us some water.” He glanced at Toren over his shoulder. “Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

Andrew was up and gone quickly, and Toren closed his eyes and covered his face with his forearm. His heart raced, not even settling when Andrew returned with a glass of ice water and a gentle brush of fingers Toren knew could be punishing if they desired. He propped himself up a little and accepted the drink, shivering as it raced down his throat.

The two of them arranged themselves together in the bed, backs against the headboard and sheets pooled around their waists. They’d done what they’d set out to do and even though in the heat of the moment they’d talked about wanting to do it more than once, Toren wasn’t sure if that would last now that they’d both managed to come. He scratched his forehead nervously.

“Should I go?” he asked.

Andrew turned to him slowly, eyebrows raised toward his hairline. His face was flushed, glistening with sweat and Toren wanted to kiss him again.

“Why would you go? Was it bad?”

He snorted dismissively. “Not bad. I think if you wanted me to go, I’d have to crawl out of here.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“This is weird, though?”

“Is it?” Andrew set the glass down with a grimace, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’re right. It is. But I promise I don’t want you to go, and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Toren gnawed softly on his lower lip. He was still flying high from the fierce orgasm, but the odder Andrew acted, the faster Toren came back down to earth.

“Tell me, then,” he prompted. “Are you married?”

Andrew let out a startled laugh. “God, no.”

“You’re straight.”