“Yes, yes. Oh,fuck, so good!”
Maddox moved against me, perfectly. Somehow, he knew exactly how to find the right spot and make me see lights behind my eyes.
“Aaron, I’m…I’m coming, soon.”
“Come inside me. I want to feel you there.”
“Yes.” His eyes squeezed shut and his face was a mask of pleasured contentment.
“Harder,” I whispered. “Make me feel you tomorrow.”
Leaning down, he caught my lips with his and trapped my cock between us. There was so much heat and friction between us that I couldn’t even think about getting a hand around my own dick.
His hips found their purpose, slamming his cock deep inside me, nailingthat spotover and over and over again, so the lights behind my eyes turned into a fireworks display worthy of the Fourth of July. He put a valiant effort into kissing me, but his head dropped to the base of my neck and he nibbled there instead, insanely focused on just fucking the air from my lungs.
He shifted, just the tiniest bit, and a whole new world of sensation shot through me. “God, I want to come so bad…” I found some of his shoulder and tried to nibble him as well, but I felt so out of control, it was more like I was branding him, claiming him with a bite.
“Fuck, fuck,” he panted.
Hearing Maddox so unhinged, feeling him so deep inside me, touching him, kissing him, feeling his whole body against mine, grinding against my hard cock—my balls drew up, and there was absolutely no stopping the lightning strike of my orgasm when he nailed my prostate again.
“Maddox!” His name flew off my lips as my cum slicked the skin between us, heightening the sensation of his abs against mine. The climax took me out, blacking out my vision, arching my back, robbing me of the ability to even breathe.
“Shit,” he cursed, and I felt the stutter of his hips as his orgasm rocked through him. “Oh, shit, Aaron.” I heard the words, but only barely. I could feel the pulse of his cock as he emptied into the condom, grabbing the fading climax and adding enough power to it that my cock gave another valiant try at a jet of cum—and though small, was successful.
Releasing my legs, and letting them fall to the bed, Maddox seemed happy to just stay there. There were no words—just hands and lips playing and exploring while we both collected ourselves.
“Hell,” he finally whispered, and held himself up and off me. “Is it always like that?”
“No. It’s never been like that. I almost blacked out from the orgasm.”
“Yeah, me too.” He laughed lightly. “Am I crushing you?”
“I like the way you feel on top of me.” I grinned, but pushed him up a little. “We need to clean up before we become permanently stuck.”
“This will be my third shower today.” He sat back on his knees and I felt the loss of him acutely. “But this one will be the one that was the most worth the filth.”
He slipped the condom off, tying it, and dropped it off the bed. He held his hand out. “Come on. We’re both exhausted and we need to make this quick.”
“Why quick?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Because the best part of the night is when I get to share a bed with you.”
Crap.
I was completely in love with this guy.
Maddox
The phone started ringing, again.
I cracked my eye open and saw it was Aaron’s phone dancing on the table. I picked it up just as it stopped and glanced at the face. There were fourteen missed calls over the past six hours, and all of them from two numbers that weren’t in his phone book.
Nudging Aaron, not really wanting to wake him from his adorable sleep, I whispered his name, “Ay-ay. Come on, man. Your phone rang for the third time in twenty minutes. Wake up.”
“No,” he hissed and pulled the sheets up.
He really was adorable like that, but the phone was probably going to ring again. “Come on, man. I know the post-sex bliss is great, but your phone.”
