Ace studies my face, and I’m sure he sees the naked desperation there. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face.
“You’re right,” he says, and starts moving again, a slow, deep roll of his hips that makes my toes curl. “Probably just the wind.”
“Yeah,” I gasp as he picks up the pace again, pulling me right back to that fever pitch. “Just the wind.”
We both know it isn’t. But soon the smack of Ace’s balls against my ass fills the cave, and it becomes the only sound that matters. Thoughts of yetis, expeditions, research, all of it slips away into the thin mountain air. My whole world narrows to the space between my legs. The weight of Ace’s body on mine. The feel of him inside me.
I arch when he finds that spot again, that perfect spot that makes sparks flare behind my eyelids. He starts plowing into me with deep, powerful thrusts that have my entire body rocking with the force of them. My cock, pinned between our stomachs, drips a constant stream of precum. I’m so close. I’ve been on the edge for what feels like an eternity, and I can feel the coil in my stomach tightening.
He’s watching my face again. I feel the intensity of his gaze, the way he’s cataloging my every reaction. His eyes are almost black now, the pupils blown wide with desire. A bead of sweat drips from his temple and lands on my chest.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growls, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder. “I can feel you getting tighter. You’re squeezing my cock.”
I can only manage a choked sob in response. My nails are digging into his ass, pulling him into me, urging him on. Faster. Deeper. More.
“Come for me, Simon,” he commands. His free hand slides between us, wrapping around my cock. “I want to feel your warm cum all over my hand. All over both of us.”
His thumb swipes over the head, collecting the slick fluid pooled there, and he starts to stroke me in rhythm with his thrusts. That’s it. That’s all it takes. The double stimulation is too much.
My body goes rigid, my back arching off the sleeping bag. A strangled, desperate cry is torn from my throat. The orgasm detonates through me, a white-hot explosion that steals my vision and my breath. Wave after wave of pleasure racks my body, and my cock pulses, spitting hot, thick ropes of cum across my stomach and chest. It paints me, paints him, a warm, sticky mess in the cool air of the cave.
The sheer force of it is staggering. I’ve never come like this in my life. Not from my own hand, not from the clumsy fumblings of past girlfriends. This is something else entirely—a complete and total system failure, every neuron firing at once.
Ace fucks me through it, his hips slamming against mine, his hand working my cock, milking every last drop out of me.
My clenching muscles pull him over the edge with me. With a hoarse shout, he drives into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt and emptying his balls deep into my gut. I feel the hot, thick pulse of him as he comes, flooding me with warmth. His body shudders, a long, full-body tremor that I feel all the way through my spine.
It goes on for a long, drawn-out moment, the two of us locked together, one panting, sweating entity.
When I finally collapse onto the sleeping bag, the waves receding and leaving me boneless and shaking, he leans over me and grins. His blue eyes are lit with a fierce, possessive triumph.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers. He pulls his hand from my now softening cock, and I watch as he brings it to his lips. He holds my gaze as he licks my cum from his fingers, one by one, sucking them clean. A low groan rumbles in his chest. “Taste as good as you look right now.” He leans down and kisses me, a messy, deep kiss that tastes of my own release.
His cock is still inside me, softening but remaining a solid weight. When he shifts, I feel a trickle of wetness slip from my hole and run down my thigh, and I realize it’s his cum leakingout of me. The thought is so filthy, so hot, a fresh wave of heat washes over me. But I don’t move. I don’t want to. I want to stay like this, filled with him, for as long as I can.
“I could stay inside you all day,” he murmurs against my lips, like he’s reading my mind.
“Please do,” I sigh.
“I’m crushing you.”
“Good.”
He laughs. “Not that shy anymore, are we?”
I shake my head, a lazy smile spreading across my face. “I think you fucked it out of me.”
The storm outside seems to have quieted, the wind’s howl receding to a distant sigh. In the sudden stillness, our breathing sounds loud and ragged. I’m sticky and sweaty and covered in cum. I’m sore in places I didn’t know existed. And I’ve never felt so content in my entire life.
“Shouldn’t we…” Ace starts, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me. “Shouldn’t we check out those sounds? The roars we heard?”
“Yeah,” I say slowly. “We should.” But I make no move to get up. “In a minute.”
He grins and kisses me again. A softer, gentler kiss this time. His warm tongue traces my lower lip in a slow, languid motion.
“You know,” he says when he finally pulls away, “for a guy who’s supposed to be this hardcore cryptozoologist, you’re awfully distracted.”
“I’m… re-prioritizing.” I reach up and run a hand through his messy, dark hair. “Academic pursuits are important, but they’re not everything.”
