Until he takes them and pins them above my head by my wrists. I don’t even fight it. I just look up at him, completely out of my mind. “There you are,” he says softly, running a hand through my hair.
“Mike,” I think I say, but I’m too on edge to fully know what I’m saying at this point.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, sitting up, and everything from before is no longer valid because this.
This.
The slow teasing movements are gone as he rides me hard and fast, his hands braced on my chest, while I keep mine above my head the way he told me to.
And fuck, I’m loud.
I can’t help it. I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. Begging him to ride me harder even though I’m already about to burst. I’ve always tried to keep myself controlled, even with him. But right now, I’m gone, giving in totally to the pleasure.
He slides his hand up without stopping and pushes two of his fingers into my mouth, and I close around them, grateful for something to shut me up.
I suck on his fingers, making his rhythm falter for the first time. Good. I suck harder, feeling immense pride that I affectedhim.
He rides me harder in response.
My orgasm builds fast now. He doesn’t tease anymore. He doesn’t stop when I tell him I’m close, muffled around his fingers. My hands come up from above my head and find his thighs, gripping hard, and he doesn’t make me put them back.
And then his fingers curl against my tongue.
“Come on, baby,” he says, a little breathless, watching my face. “Fill my ass.”
It hits me like nothing I’ve ever felt. I can’t breathe through it. My back arches off the mattress, bringing him with me, and I groan around his fingers, my fingers digging so hard into his skin that he’ll probably have bruises, but I can’t even feel bad right now.
While I’m lying there, looking up at him in the aftermath, he starts to stroke himself, his head thrown back, his thighs trembling against me.
This is the thing about Mike that undoes me. He always lets me see him like this. He never hides from me.
He’s beautiful.
I’ve known that since the first time I saw him, but right now, with his head back and his mouth open and his hand working over himself while I lie here, only able to watch—
Something shifts.
It’s probably been there for a long time. I’ve been pushing it away, trying not to look too closely at it, but with him in my lap, his hole clenching around my cock as he brings himself over the edge, I can’t look away anymore.
I love him.
The thought arrives with a certainty that threatens to spill out of my mouth in this moment.
“Please,” I say instead, and my voice comes out wrecked, but I know it has nothing to do with the orgasm I haven’t fully recovered from. “Please. Come on me.”
He opens his eyes, meeting mine—
He spills across my stomach, a few drops landing on my chest, and I watch in awe, his face open and trusting, and I’m so in love with him that I think it actually, physically hurts.
When he’s finished, and he collapses forward onto my chest, I wrap both arms around him again, holding him as tight as I can.
“Alex,” he mumbles into my neck.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I can feel my legs.” I laugh with my whole body, and he joins me, groaning when my cock slides out of him.
He doesn’t make any move to get up, so I don’t either, closing my eyes while he relaxes into me.
