Page 70 of Shattered Dreams

He nods vehemently. “Oh, yeah.” He swallows. “I’m close.”

He lets out a low breath.

“If you don’t want me to—”

“I do,” I say solidly, holding his gaze. “I want you to come,” I say, the truth sharp and clear as I slowly stroke his cock, careful not to go too fast, in case he does come before I’m ready.

I flick my tongue out to lick his cockhead, tasting the saltiness of his excitement on my tongue. It’s not as gross as I thought it would be. I don’t hate it.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and I note the grimace on his face. He’s holding back.

“Don’t hold back, Dre,” I say, my voice darker than it should be.

“Come for me.”

I take his cock back into my mouth, letting out a low moan as he starts to thrust slowly until he hits the back of my throat, and I swear I see stars. I choke a little from him blocking my airway, but I don’t gag.

Which makes me feel proud, I’m not going to lie.

So I try to take another inch, just to see if I can, and that’s when I feel it.

“Oh my God, Paul,” he cries, his cock pulsing in my mouth, and I realize as salty, hot cum shoots down my throat what’s happening. But before I can freak out about the fact his cum is in my mouth, I close my eyes and swallow, focusing on my racing heart and his grip in my hair. I cup and squeeze his balls as he runs his fingers through my hair, lazily thrusting into my mouth as he breathes a sigh of relief. I swallow once more, my heart racing as I pull off ‌him, looking up at him, at his bright blue eyes, kiss-swollen lips, trying to focus on anything but the fact I just swallowed his cum.

I love you.

The words form on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t seem to remember how to speak. He pulls me up, and I lick my lips, tasting the faintest drop on my bottom lip, of him.

Dre’s mouth finds mine like a magnet, and his hand finds my cock once more. He kisses me slow, deep as he grasps our cocks together, working us both as we get lost in one another; in this kiss, the pleasure.

The love I feel is overwhelming and terrifying. But I don’t want it to disappear.

Ever.

It doesn’t take me long to come, because I’m already pretty close. Three pumps, and I’m groaning into his mouth as I come undone like unraveling thread all over his cock, his hand. I let out a deep groan as a shiver runs down my spine, and I swear it feels like I come forever, more than I have in a while, that’s for damn sure.

For a moment, we stand there, sweaty, naked in the kitchen, our dicks coated with the remnants of our pleasure, and I think nothing can be better than this.

Dre lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head, and I watch the grin spread on his face.

“What?”

“Now we need showers,” his tone is tinged with humor and torment.

“You’re right, we should shower. Unpack. Get ready for our d—”

I almost say dinner, when I realize it’s not the right word. Well, it is, but…

“Date.” I say the word as if it’s made of glass. Maybe it is.

There’s a sort of unfamiliar tension between us as he nods.

“I’ll go first,” I say, clearing my throat. “You unpack.”

He nods, watching me as I head towards the bathroom. I feel his eyes on me like a laser beam.

It’s a miracle we actually make it out of our suite on time.

Chapter Twenty-Five