It was a slight movement, but Dane’s control snapped. He slammed the rest of the way inside me, groaning. My breath caught in my throat and the power of his thrusts left me shaking and liquid, legs falling open, hips spreading, hands reaching for any part of him I could touch.
He moved inside me with powerful thrusts, and all I could do was hold on.
Dane plunged deep inside me and froze there, groaning. He pressed kisses to my face, and I could feel him trembling, trying to keep it together. I stretched my arms above my head and guided his hand to my wrists. He easily held both in one hand. The position left me totally dependent on him. I couldn’t touch myself, couldn’t grab onto him for leverage. All I could do was feel every move of our bodies together.
He kissed the insides of my wrists, then the crooks of my elbows. Then he held my wrists there above my head with one hand while he trailed the other down my torso and wrapped it around my swollen cock.
I cried out as he touched me, clenching tight around him. With a snarl, he began to move again, hips snapping, powerful thighs and ass driving him inside me until I felt nothing but his body taking me apart. His skin, his smell, his movements were my whole world, and the pleasure built and built until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I heard myself whimpering, heard Dane groaning, but I couldn’t even open my eyes. I was shaking and straining against his body, and then everything coalesced to make me explode.
Dane pounded inside me in short, hard thrusts, and his hand tightened around my cock, jerking me in long, twisting strokes. Every muscle clenched tight, and my orgasm blasted through me, shaking me apart from the base of my spine to the liquid heat in my belly. I felt like he’d turned me inside out, sensitive tissue stimulated until I could do nothing but come and come and come on his cock, hot pulses exploding onto my stomach as he made it go on and on.
I felt floaty and shaky, cock so sensitive that every touch felt magnified, when Dane started to come. I felt it in his shaking shoulders and the guttural moan torn from his throat. He began moving faster, and then I felt him throb inside me, and he let out a strangled groan. He emptied himself, shaking and shuddering, and tiny aftershocks of pleasure ran through me.
He collapsed on top of me, hips circling slowly as he came down, groaning. I held him tight and clenched around his softening erection.
He surged inside me again, slick and hot.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned when I did it again.
I just wanted us to stay connected, and I used my body to keep him inside me a few more minutes. We kissed lazily, and he stroked my hair back from my face. When he finally slipped from me, wet heat leaking from my hole, we both moaned, hands searching for warm skin.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, nuzzling into his chest.
Dane rolled us so I was on top of him, and clutched me tight to his chest, burying his face in my neck and holding tight to me.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured sleepily.
He nodded.
“I’d forgotten,” he mumbled.
“Hmm?”
“I forgot how different it is. From jerking off.”
I remembered his awkward comment on our first date and smiled.
“Better, I hope?”
I leaned back a little so I could see his face and was shocked by what I saw. He looked so vulnerable, so uncertain. I cupped his cheek.
He shook his head.
“Not better?” I teased gently. But he wasn’t smiling.
“I write things. On my body. Things to remember. To hold onto.”
I nodded, sliding a hand to his stomach.
“Is this a Frank Herbert quote?”
He nodded.
Seek discipline and find your liberty, it had said.
“You make me want to…” He broke off, biting his lip.
“What?” I took his hand in mine and squeezed.
“I forgot what it was like to touch another person,” he choked out. “To make someone else feel good. To…be close. I—”
He shook his head again and pulled me back down on his chest. I could feel him trembling, feel his heart pounding against mine.
“Will you stay?” he whispered, arms so tight around me that I couldn’t actually have left if I’d wanted to.
“Yes,” I said immediately. “Yeah, baby, I want to stay.”
Chapter 7
Huey
“Uh, you okay, dude?” asked Morgan, my sponsee. We were in a booth at the Starlight Diner, fresh from a meeting. Morgan was nursing a plate of soggy fries and I was picking at a turkey sandwich that was curling disturbingly at the edges.
“Yup.”
“You sure? You seem a little…”
Their gesture could’ve meant anything from distracted, which was true, to in need of a sponsor yourself, which was not.
During the meeting, as I listened to people talking, thoughts of Felix kept slipping through. The bow of his back as he’d arched in pleasure, the desperate clutch of his hand, the softness of his neck, the murmurs and hitched breaths and gasps and the eventual throaty cry.