Arkin guides me up and down his cock with his arm around my waist, slowly at first, before slamming me down hard each time I rise. The burn soon eases as the sounds of our harsh breaths and slapping skin fill the dark room.
My heart pounds. Hard. That’s a first. I don’t think I’ve ever been aware of it while fucking. Not like this. My heart speaks its own language, fluttering behind my ribs like it wants to wrap itself around Arkin’s and never let go.
The man in question unwraps his arm from around my waist then drags his large hands up my sweaty back. My body responds in earnest, and I kiss him hard. “More. I need more.”
Arkin digs his fingers into my shoulder blades and then slides his hands back down to grab hold of my behind so he can grind me into him. His tongue invades my mouth, warring with mine until we’re forced to break away or pass out from oxygen deprivation.
Seconds later, I’m back to feasting on his mouth. God, I never want to stop.
“Fuck me, Arkin.” My words are a silent plea in the night.
We’re animalistic in our desire—rutting, moaning, sweating together. It’s the most erotic experience of my life.
As I slowly gain confidence, I claw at his hair and bite his jaw, lips, and neck… Anywhere I can reach.
We breathe. We fuck. We climb the mountain together until we reach the top. “I’m close.” My fingers thread in the hair at his nape. “So fucking close.”
Arkin stares at my mouth and then lifts his gaze to my eyes.
“Are you close? Please tell me you’re close,” I beg. “I’m two seconds away from blowing my load. I can’t hold it off much longer.”
Arkin kisses me, and everything slows down. His touches turn softer, reverent as he trails his lips to my ear. With his hands on my trembling body and his shaky breath on my skin, he whispers, “Zachary.”
Just one word—my name.
I fall.
Down.
Down.
Thick ropes of cum pulse over his chest and mine. He holds me through it, arms wrapped around me, sucking and nibbling on my earlobe.
“Arkin, Arkin, Arkin, fuck!” I moan.
When the last quiver racks my body, he guides me down on the bed and kneels over me with his cock gripped tightly in his fist.
Satiated, I watch him pleasure himself. It doesn’t take long, a few strokes at most, before he hovers on the edge of no return.
“I want you all over me.”
No sooner has the words left my lips when jets of cum spray from his dick.
I’ve never witnessed a more erotic sight. Arkin jerks his cock with a groan, coating me in his hot release.
After the final squirt hits my chin, he collapses on top of me, a quiet chuckle rumbling his chest. We should probably shower, but we’re both exhausted. Reaching for the quilt, Arkin pulls it up.
I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t mind that we’re both slick with cum and sweaty as hell.
As he settles in beside me, I feel content.
Everything is right in the world. Here, with him.
Facing each other on our sides, we smile while Arkin trails his finger down the bridge of my nose. It’s sweet.
My heart soon settles in my chest, afloat on a calm sea as he traces his fingers over the tender spot where he punched me earlier. I place my hand over his. “I’m okay.”
He huffs a regretful sigh, and I lean in closer in the dark and brush my lips against his as I whisper, “You said my name.”
