I gasped. Words escaped me. As he moved faster, picking up a rhythm that took each thrust deeper in my ass, I grunted in time, filthy, wordless sounds. I moved my legs to Shane’s shoulders, arching to give him better access, my dick nudging maddeningly against my stomach, sticky with precum. Each thrust jolted me to my core.Almost. Almost.
Shane pulled all the way out and I whined, “Nooo.”
“More lube.” He fumbled out a dollop, slicked himself, and sheathed back home in one long slide. “Fuck, yeah. Hang on.”
My eyes drifted shut. I wanted to watch, but my body coiled itself into a roaring darkness. All I knew were the fast, pounding thrusts of Shane deep inside me, the scent of sex, and the echoing rasp of our breaths. “God, God!” I hovered on the brink, riding a wave of desperation. “Please!”
Shane groaned and shoved himself in to the hilt, rocking, grinding against me. I forced my eyes open to see his jaw drop, his neck arch. He groaned again, long and low, shuddering against me. I couldn’t feel his cum, but I knew he was unloading inside me, no barriers. His eyes blazed and the taut line of his throat trembled as he swallowed. I couldn’t reach to kiss him, could only clench around him and watch him come undone, every part of him touching every part of me.
He dragged in a long breath at last, looked down, and then shifted his weight to close his free hand around my dick. Three fast pumps sent me higher, higher, sparkles in the edge of my vision. “Come on, Theo,” Shane grated through clenched teeth. “Spill it, like I did. Come on.”
Like Shane did.I met his eyes, this man I’d chosen to let into my body and heart in every way possible. He paused an instant, his clenched jaw giving way to a wicked grin, then he squeezed my cock hard and dragged his thumb across my slit.
I shouted and bucked as my climax crashed through me. My cock jolted in Shane’s grip. Spunk flew in sticky jets up my chest and neck and chin. Shane’s dick slipped out of my ass and I felt a wet squelch, and the reminder of what we’d done blasted an aftershock through me. More cum dripped from Shane’s fingers. My nerves buzzed like I was touching a high-tension wire, every muscle trembled. Shane licked his sticky hand, then scrunched forward and kissed me, and the taste of cum followed his tongue into my mouth. I shuddered through one last lingering pulse.
“That was fun.” Shane grinned down at me, still breathing fast, lamplight shimmering across his sweat-damp chest as his pecs rose and fell. “Messy, but yeah, I see the appeal.”
I should’ve joked back, but my heart was so full of feelings that words didn’t come. I lowered my legs to the bed and pulled him down against my damp body. He came willingly, shifting his weight so he wouldn’t crush me. I buried my face against his neck and let the warm, heavy, comforting weight of him be the reason I could hardly breathe.
We lay for a long time, drifting in and out, not saying anything beyond a soft sound or the brush of a kiss. As our bodies melded in a sweat-slick, tangled heap and our breaths slowed, it was hard to tell where he ended and I began. I murmured, “I love you, too. Don’t ever doubt that.”
His lips grazed my neck. “You make me believe.”
“I’ll say it as often as you need.”
He tucked his face in against the pillow, his cheek pressed to mine, and I held him close. Minutes, hours, time didn’t matter in the sweet sanctuary we gave each other.
But eventually, my body nagged me and I nudged him. “I have to get up.”
“Sure. Yeah.” He rolled to one side and propped himself up on his elbow, raising an eyebrow as I eased the support from under my ass. “That wasmypillow, you fucker.”
“Complaining?”
He leaned over for another kiss. “Not even a little bit.”
If you lived here, I’d make sure you had a dozen pillows.I kept my mouth shut so I wouldn’t ruin the moment by nagging.
Shane eyed me as if he knew what I was thinking. “Give me time.”
“What?”
“Just, be patient. I want to stay here. Fuck, I want it so bad. Except I need enough time to be my own, real, functioning person in the world first.”
“You’ve been functioning.”
“I’ve been existing. And yeah, a lot of it was bad luck, bad breaks, but part of it was trying not to care. I didn’t want roots, because yanking them up hurts. Now, I want them with you. Leaving would hurt worse. I need to figure that out.”
“You’ll tell me what you need?” I asked. “You don’t have to let me help if you don’t want to, but keep me in the loop?”
“Absolutely. And I’m not against help. Hell, I’m letting you teach me to drive in the Tesla.”
“You’relettingme put an amateur in my pricey car. Right.”
He chuckled because we both knew it was true. “Soon, I’ll get a real license, and then if Arthur’s grant goes through, he’ll be able to pay me a basic salary. I’ll open a bank account. Maybe even a credit card.”
The litany of everything he didn’t have made me ache. I quipped, “If you want to get the driving license first, we need alotmore Tesla time.”
“I’m a good driver already.”
