“Nothing, I’m just going to come if you keep going, and I want your cock buried inside my ass before I do.”
Groaning, he nods. Then, leaning off the bed, he opens the bedside drawer and pulls out the bottle of lube and a condom.
“No… no condom. Please, I want to feel all of you. They tested me when I went to the hospital. The papers are in my backpack.”
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent. If you are, there’s nothing I want more.”
He shoves the condom back in the drawer, uncapping the lube and slathering up his cock. After pouring a generous amount on his fingers, he thrusts three inside my ass, taking my cock in his other hand and stroking devastatingly slow. My eyes roll back with the dual sensation, but it’s not enough.
“Anderson,fuck me.”
His lip curls into a wicked grin, pulling his fingers out, and applying more lube to his cock. My ass clenches at the loss of his fingers, a whine coming out of my mouth. I’ve missed this,missed him, so fucking much. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but fuck, I need this.
Lining himself up, he slowly pushes his way inside, getting his head past the tight ring of muscle. All the while, never taking his dark, lust-drunk eyes off mine. The eye contact is enough to give me chills. His forearms rest on either side of my head as he leans down, capturing my lips with his. He spears my lips with his tongue, tangling with mine while inching his way in. The burn is intense, but it quickly subsides once he seats himself fully inside me, and we release a matching moan.
“Fuck, baby boy. I’ve missed this.” His gravelly tone makes my toes curl. “Missed being buried deep in your hot, tight ass. Missed making you squirm and moan underneath me. You were made for me, Crew.”
I’m choked up, unable to say anything back. The overwhelmingfullnessI feel from him is otherworldly, the way he has my body absolutelysingingfor him. His forehead rests against mine as he pulls himself almost fully out, sinking back in at a maddening pace. When he starts moving, he fucks me in long, even strokes, his cock lighting up my prostate with every thrust. White-hot pleasure explodes through my body, unparalleled ecstasy ricocheting through my tortured veins.
“Oh, myGod, Anderson.” My hands are gripping his sweat slicked back, nails digging into his skin, as he pounds into me. The way he’s laying on top of me, my cock rubs against his stomach, and the friction, paired with the way his dick is pegging my prostate repeatedly, is making me lose my ever-loving mind.
I can’t fucking think straight. Nothing exists outside of him and the way he’s making me feel, the sheer out of this world pleasure he’s giving me.
“You feel so fucking good, baby boy,” he purrs, nipping at my jaw before licking a hot trail down to my neck.
His teeth sink into my skin, and I cry out at the pain mixing savagely with the pleasure. It’s almost too much. Anderson Judah Walker is both my brutal undoing and my earth-shattering salvation all at once. He’s my yesterday, my today, and all of my fucking tomorrows.
Everything I’ve endured in my life—every heartbreak, every pain, every high, and every single low—has led me to this moment right here, with him, and it’s exactly what it’s supposed to be. It’s perfect, and as my body is drenched in sweat, lit up with his pleasure, I know with absolute certainty that he is it for me.
He’s my ever after. The one I never thought I’d have.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” I groan, breath coming out in heavy, shallow pants.
“Come for this cock, Crew. Come for me.”
He continues fucking me aggressively, his skin beating against mine. My head is thrown back, neck taut, as an avalanche of pleasure soars through me, my muscles tightening and my balls drawing up. My dick pulsates, exploding in hot, white streams all over our stomachs, a guttural groan coming from deep within my chest.
“Oh, fuck,” Anderson moans. “You look so fucking beautiful falling apart. Look at you, fuck. Gonna come, baby boy. Gonna fill you with my cum.”
His lips find mine, tongue sliding inside, pouring everything into this kiss as he thrusts twice more before spilling inside of me on a groan. As his movements slow down, he rests his head on my shoulder, both of us working to even our breathing.
Turning my head to face him, his hand cups my jaw as he watches me with care. The simple gesture brings tears to my eyes, this moment feeling very raw.
“I love you, Crew Carter Collins, and I always fucking will.”
A tear falls down my face, pooling on the pillow beside my ear. “I love you, Anderson Judah Walker. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you believing in me and never giving up on me.”
“You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
And maybe I am.
Anderson’s Epilogue
June, Ten Months Later
How the fuck is it so hot andstickyout?! The air is practically sweating.