“Fuck, right there!” He cried, “So fucking good, don’t stop!”
In the back of my mind, I knew I should have been taking things slower, should have been treasuring him more, but the wrecked look on Derek’s face and the sounds coming from him were ratcheting me higher and higher while drowning everything else out.
I stared down on him, taking in every second of his pleasure. His dark hair was sweat slicked and matted to his forehead, his puffy lips red and swollen from our kissing, and the absolutely ruined expression on his face was everything.
Shit. I was in love with him.
My hips faltered at the realization, my brain needing a moment to come to terms with what I already knew to be true. I was in love with Derek Hammond. Hopelessly. Desperately.
“No, no, no. Please don’t stop.” Derek whined, tugging against my ass to encourage me to move again. “You feel so fucking good.PleaseColton.”
My name on his lips had me snapping back into my body. The need for him outweighed any romantic crisis simmering under the surface. That primal part of me craved to watch him fall apart under me, especially knowing it’d be from my cock. A mental image of a fucked-out Derek, cum-splattered and filthy had me resuming my thrusts in earnest as I gritted my teeth against the burning words that wanted to slip free.
Tingles burst all up and down my spine as an orgasm that would surely alter my brain chemistry swelled deep in my belly.
Knowing I wouldn’t last much longer, I snuck my hand up to Derek’s shaft, fisting it to stroke in time with my thrusts. A rushof air left him as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, and his body arched off the bed.
“Oh fuck, I’m com—Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Derek babbled, his moans turning into full-on desperate keens of pleasure as he bucked wildly into my hand for a few moments. Then his ass clamped around me, walls rippling, as his release shot out of him in hot, sticky ropes across my fist and his stomach.
“Oh god,” Derek groaned hoarsely, his body continuing to pulse around me, and I was done for. Stars blinked in and out of my vision as my body locked up, and I spilled into the condom, my own shout of ecstasy tearing from my throat. My body collapsed against Derek’s as we both struggled to catch our breath, basking in the endorphins of our afterglow.
“Holy shit…” He panted, running his fingers up into the hair at the base of my neck lazily.
I hummed in agreement as I nuzzled into the space between his neck and shoulder. We laid like that, holding each other for a moment longer before I sat up and slowly pulled myself from his body.
Derek winced at the loss. “Well, that’s a… weird feeling.” He concluded, shuddering a little.
I nodded, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trashcan beside the bed. “Yeah, I don’t like it either.”
Hopping off the bed, I made my way into the bathroom for a warm washcloth before returning to clean both of us up. Derek smiled up at me sleepily when I returned, stretching like a cat in the summer sun as I cleared away the mess.
Once done, I pitched the cloth into the nearby hamper, tucked myself in behind him, and wrapped an arm around his waist. Pulling the sheets over our bodies, I pulled him flush against me and laid soft kisses over his shoulder.
He snuffled softly, eyes already closed and breathing evening out as he drifted off into sleep. I smiled, reveling in the knowledge I’d so thoroughly worn him out.
I laid there watching him for a moment while warm affectioncoursed through my veins. Everything about tonight had been incredible from start to end. Sighing heavily, I buried my nose in Derek’s hair and took in the scent that was uniquely him but only more musky after our fucking.
I was in love with him.
There was something so on brand about me having that revelation literally balls deep in the man. I couldn’t be like the other guys that realized over a wonderful Sunday breakfast or during a particularly romantic date. No, I had to come to the conclusion just before coming my brains out.
My brain wandered, trying to picture how Derek would handle me confessing, or if it would be better to hold onto these feelings. But, the early hour after a full day and two intense orgasms had my eyes slowly drifting shut. Pressing one last soft kiss to the back of Derek’s neck, I promised myself I’d find a time to tell him how I felt.
CHAPTER 19
Derek
The soft wavesof light that scattered across the room the next morning had me slowly blinking into awareness. My eyelids felt heavy as I took in my surroundings without really registering anything. I pulled in a slow breath of air, trying to get my brain to connect as my muddled thoughts attempted to distinguish what had woken me. As reality slowly started to piece itself together, the steady breathing behind me was the first thing I noticed. The second being the heat pressed against my back. A soft grunt left my throat as the strong arm strung over my waist pulled me in tight when I attempted to roll over.
I couldn’t hold back the sleepy smile that spread over my face. It’d been a long time since I’d last woken in bed with another person. I’d gotten used to the empty silence and personal space that came with sleeping alone—appreciated it even. But right now, I was more content than I ever remembered being before. I managed to roll myself a little more in Colton’s grasp, allowing me to comfortably prop my head on the pillow.
The sheets under me still faintly smelled of his body wash mixed with the unique scent of his skin. I buried my nose intothem absentmindedly, inhaling another hit as the memories of our night came floating back to me.
Colton looked almost angelic in this moment with his features relaxed in sleep, and his hair splayed wildly. Last night though, that face had been flushed with exertion and contorted with intense pleasure, sweat trailing down his neck and chest, and lips parted as he panted through every thrust into me.
My stomach tightened and my hole clenched at the reminder of the sensations Colton had drawn from my body. The burn when he’d first entered me had been intense, but that and the fullness had quickly morphed into something so bone achingly good, I couldn’t find the words for it. And then when his cock had hit my prostate, my whole body had lit up. Every nerve ending had felt alive, rocketing me toward a precipice I’d been just as equally desperate to jump off as I’d been to stay locked in that moment. Just thinking about it had blood rushing south and my balls tingling with the desire to repeat it all over again.
Last night had hands down been one of the best sexual experiences of my life. That orgasm had nearly made me black out in pleasure and my mind had gone numb with all the pleasure. But there were also hazy memories of Colton cleaning me up afterward as I fought to stay awake after the long day and two incredible climaxes.
