I pull out slowly, almost all the way, and then push back in. We both groan at the sensation, and I do it again, establishing a rhythm. Slow at first, letting him adjust, but gradually picking up speed.
Gabriel’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I start to fuck him in earnest. Each thrust pushes a sound out of him: gasps and moans and broken syllables that might be my name.
I untangle his legs from around me and push his knees up toward his chest, spreading him wider. The new angle lets me sink even deeper. Gabriel cries out, his back arching, and I know I’ve hit the right spot.
“How does it feel?” I ask as I thrust into him. “Having your stepbrother’s cock inside you?”
“So good,” he gasps. “You’re stretching me so good, Marshall, fuck.”
“Can’t believe you’re taking all of me,” I tell him, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Squeezing me so tight.”
Gabriel clenches around me harder in response, and the sensation nearly makes me lose it. I curse and slow down, pulling out completely.
He whimpers. “Why did you stop?”
“I want you on all fours,” I tell him.
Heat floods his face, and he scrambles to comply, flipping over and positioning himself on his hands and knees. He looks at me over his shoulder, his hair falling into his eyes, his lips swollen from kissing.
“Please,” he says. “Put your cock back inside me.”
I move in behind him and push back in. It’s easier this time, his body already stretched and accommodating, and I slide in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Gabriel drops his head forward, his shoulders tensing, and I give him a moment to adjust.
Then I start to fuck him. Really fuck him, hard and deep, my hips slapping against his ass, my hands gripping his hips tight enough to bruise. He pushes back to meet each thrust, making the most delicious and needy sounds. It’s the first time in my life that I don’t hold back. Gabriel is taking all of me, and he seems to love every inch I’m giving him.
“So good,” he gasps. “Fuck, Marshall, you feel so good.”
I lean forward, covering his back with my chest, and bite down on his shoulder. He cries out and clenches around me, and I know neither of us can take much more.
“I’m close,” I warn him.
“Me too,” he manages. “Don’t stop.”
I thrust into him a few more times, as deep as I can go, and freeze as my release crashes over me. I pulse inside him, filling him, and the sensation is so intense my vision whites out.
Gabriel reaches down and gives his cock a few quick tugs, and then he’s coming too, spilling onto the sheets beneath him with a broken moan.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us shaking, both of us gasping for breath. Then my arms give out, and I collapse forward, taking Gabriel down with me. We land in a tangle of limbs on the bed, my cock still inside him, both of us too wrecked to move.
Gabriel’s panting beneath me, and I can hear his heart pounding. I turn my head and press a kiss to the back of his neck, tasting salt and skin.
“Are you okay?” I murmur against him.
“More than okay,” Gabriel says, his voice exhausted and satisfied. “That was perfect.”
I carefully pull out of him and roll onto my back. Gabriel turns his head to look at me, and in the moonlight, I can see the contentment on his face.
I reach out and pull him close, tucking him against my side. He comes willingly, draping himself across my chest, and I wrap my arms around him.
We lie there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, our breathing gradually slowing. Gabriel shifts against me and makes a small sound of discomfort.
“I’m in a wet spot,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy.
“Shit, sorry.” I loosen my hold on him. “Do you want to go to my bed?”
“Maybe. Just give me a few minutes.”
I tighten my arms around him again and press my face into his hair, breathing in the scent of his shampoo mixed with sweat and sex. “Take all the time you need.”
