He did, his gaze locking with mine. The connection between us was electric, something I’d never felt before with anyone else. It scared the hell out of me, but I couldn’t look away.
I began to move, slow, deep thrusts that had him gasping each time I drove to the hilt. His hands clutched at my back, pulling me closer. I braced myself on my forearms, our bodies flush against each other as I rolled my hips.
“God, you feel amazing,” he breathed, his legs wrapping around my waist. “You’re so thick…”
I kissed him deeply, swallowing his moans as I picked up the pace slightly. This wasn’t the frantic fucking from before. This was something else entirely. Something that felt dangerously close tomaking love.
The thought should have sent me running. Instead, it made me want to go deeper, to get closer, to make this moment last as long as possible.
I shifted my angle, searching for that spot inside him that would drive him wild. When I found it, his back arched off the bed, a strangled cry escaping his lips.
“Right there?” I asked, already knowing the answer from the way he clenched around me.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Rightfuckingthere. Don’t stop.”
I kept a steady rhythm, hitting that spot with each thrust. His cock was trapped between our bodies, leaking and hard. I reached between us to stroke him in time with my movements.
“Cash,” he moaned, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I admitted, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine. “Cum for me, Mike. Let me feel it.”
His eyes locked with mine as he came, his body tensing and then shuddering as he spilled over my hand and onto his stomach. The sight of him cumming for me, combined with the rhythmic clenching around my cock, pushed me over the edge too.
I buried myself deep inside him as I came, marking him once more. He moaned, his head thrown back against the pillow as I filled him to the brim.
“Fuck…” he groaned, biting his lower lip. “I love the way that feels…”
I wanted to stay inside him forever, feeling that connection that went beyond the physical. This wasn’t just sex anymore. It was something I couldn’t name, something I wasn’t ready to name. But I couldn’t deny how right it felt now.
I lowered myself to kiss him again, our bodies still joined, my cock softening but still buried inside him. His lips were swollen from our kisses, his cheeks flushed pink. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“That was...” I started, then faltered, not having the words.
“Different,” he finished for me, his fingers tracing patterns on my back.
I nodded, carefully pulling out of him and rolling to my side. He winced slightly, and I felt a pang of concern.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked, surprising myself with how much I cared about the answer.
Mike smiled, turning to face me. “No. Just sensitive. In a good way.”
His cum was drying on his stomach, and I reached over to grab his discarded t-shirt from the floor, gently wiping him clean. Another tender gesture that didn’t feel like me at all. And yet, it did.
“Thanks,” he murmured, watching me with curious eyes.
I tossed the shirt aside and settled back next to him, our faces close on the shared pillow. The sun was higher now, casting golden light across the bed. I could see every detail of his face. There was a slight stubble on his jaw, a tiny scar above his eyebrow, and flecks of gold in his irises.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked quietly.
“How I’m supposed to hate this place,” I admitted. “How I’m supposed to be doing everythin’ I can to get the hell out of here.”
His expression faltered slightly. “And instead?”
I reached out, tracing my thumb along his lower lip. “Instead, I’m lying here wonderin’ what it would be like to wake up next to you tomorrow. And the day after.”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I’d never been this honest with anyone, not even myself. It terrified me, but I couldn’t take it back now.
Mike’s eyes widened slightly, hope and wariness battling in his gaze. “Cash...”
