“Harder,” he grunted.
Gripping his hips, I pounded into him, hard and fast, listening to his sharp breaths and the accompanying hitches. And then I caught the stuttered moan, the contraction of his ass cheeks, the tell I was looking for.
Fighting the tightening of my balls, I homed in, slamming into him at the same angle, determined to keep pegging his prostate until he called my name.
“Holy. Fucking. God.” The words were broken, each caught on a grunt.
“Hands on the wall,” I ordered.
Immediately, he released his dick, a sweet sigh following, and he dropped his head, completely letting go as I fucked him hard.
There was no relenting. No slowing down. Just focused pushes as I slid in and out.
“As soon as you come,” I said breathlessly, aiming for the words needed to push him over without touching his cock, “we’ll set a date. Get fucking married. Make you mine forever.”
He gasped. Moaned. Groaned so loud that the sound echoed around the room, my name on his lips.
His taut body clamped down. I called out, cum shooting out of me, implanting itself deep inside him. I couldn’t do anything but hold on to Pearce, prepared to catch him when he sagged in my arms.
“God.” A whole-body shudder followed, and a gasp slid out of me as another burst of cum pulsed out of my cock. “I just…” He shook his head and leaned back against me. Low and breathy, the words “Holy fuck” fell from him as he pressed his head against my shoulder.
Breathing heavily, I wrapped my arms around his chest, my own words struggling to surface.
“You still alive?”
In response, I kissed his temple, the closest surface I could find.
“That’s good.” A flimsy pat on my arm followed, his limbs no doubt as limp as my own. “You need to move before your legs give way?” His amusement was back.
I managed an exhausted, satisfied smile. “Your recovery time is impressive.” I would have laughed if I had the energy.
“I’m not hard yet, but give me five.”
I snorted, wincing at the way it jerked my spent dick still in his ass. “I meant your legs.” Because, holy shit, the trembling in mine made it highly likely I legit would fall down any moment.
Angling to catch my gaze, Pearce smiled, soft and sweet with an extra hint of teasing. “Kiss me, and we’ll move before we crash.”
ThatI could totally get on board with.
I teased his lips with mine. While I intended on a brief kiss—knowing my legs weren’t up to the task of keeping me upright—as soon as his tongue swiped mine, I sighed into him. Kissing Pearce was like experiencing sunshine for the first time after storm season. He radiated warmth and happiness, and I would never get tired of this.
Of him.
When my knees almost knocked together from exertion, I had no choice but to pull away.
“I love you.”
I searched his gaze as he spoke, loving the curve of his mouth and the softening of his expression.
“I love you.”
He dotted a kiss on my nose. With a smile, he pulled off me. We both winced, and I pressed a hand against the shower wall for support. “You need a hand?” Teasing entered his tone.
“Hell no. You go anywhere near my dick,” I said as he picked up the body wash, “and there’s no chance I’ll be walking out of this shower.”
Pearce chuckled, eyes alight. “Would that be so bad?”
“If you don’t want to be dragging me out by my legs, then yes.”
