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“Damn straight.” I pushed him back down to the mattress and watched his eyes as I slowly moved a slick finger between his ass cheeks, resting it firmly against his opening.
He sighed and dropped his head back to the pillow, his body relaxing beneath me to the point that my first finger slid easily inside him. I pumped it slowly, desperately trying not to imagine how that tight heat was going to feel around my aching cock in a few minutes.
I forced myself to focus on the present. To put all of my attention on the way his ass felt stretched around both of the fingers I now had inside of him. To ensuring that he was prepped and ready for me so that his pleasure would be almost as great as mine. I wanted him to remember this night as the best night of his life.
Okay fine…maybe I wasn’t done showing off for him.
“We’ll have to do pony rides another time,” I told him as I removed my fingers and slid my hands under his ass, raising him up so I could position my tip at his entrance. “Let me know if you need me to move.”
“I need you to move,” he insisted, tilting his hips down to capture my cock with his ass. It was as if I were being sucked inside of his body, his heat enveloped me and my fingers pressed tightly into his skin, digging into his flesh as I inhaled sharply. “You okay there Pony Boy?”
I didn’t answer him, couldn’t actually, because the tightness of his muscles around my shaft, the intense heat of his body assaulting my nerve endings, the very idea that I was actually inside of Seamus after all of these years, had caused my brain to go haywire and for a moment I lost the ability to even think, let alone to speak.
But my body knew what to do without thought, and I slid further inside of him, my hips snapping forward to press the last inch of my shaft inside of Seamus before pulling back and slamming inside again.
His fingers curled into the sheets beneath us, and he let out a low, deep moan that hit me in such a visceral way that any idea I’d had of going slow, of savoring this moment, was gone. Replaced by the most intense need I’d ever felt in my life. The kind that cannot be overpowered by rational thought. Not that I’d been able to have one of those since the moment my cock had first entered him.
Over and over and over again my hips pulled back and snapped forward, his body accepting every thrust as if it, too, knew that I belonged right where I was. Inside of Seamus. Taking him, stretching him, fucking him.
My balls were wound tight against my body, and as much as I’d wanted to please him, my own release was not going to be held back.
I cried out as my orgasm tore through me, my cock spasming inside Seamus, filling him with my release as every muscle in my body seemed to constrict at once, paralyzing me over him as wave after wave of pleasure seemed to rip my senses apart and the world around me went white like static.
I pulled free of his body and collapsed to the mattress next to him, my arm snaking over his waist as I pulled myself against his side, resting my head on his chest.
I wanted to tell him that he was incredible. That he was beautiful. Amazing. That his body was an artform. That I never wanted to spend another day without him. That I was, indeed, totally in love with him. But by the time I was able to find my voice, none of that came out. “I still need to change your bandages,” I mumbled, already half asleep even though aftershocks from my orgasm still had my muscles twitching.
“I think you’ve fulfilled your nursing duties for the day,” he teased, his voice slightly breathless. “I can take care of it.”
“What about your sponge bath?”
“Maybe tomorrow,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his tone. “Sleep. And thank you.”
“For what?” I forced myself to open my eyes and look up at him again.
“For tonight. For being you.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Just thank you.”
“Well, you’re very welcome, Cookie,” I said through a yawn. “Get some sleep. You need it to help speed the healing.”
“I will,” he promised me. “But you first.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I closed my eyes again and tried not to whine in protest when Seamus climbed out of bed. I knew he needed to get a bandage over the makeshift stitches, but I couldn’t help mourning the opportunity to fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter Eleven
~Seamus~
My arm was burning so badly that after about half an hour I gave up on trying to get any sleep. I couldn’t get comfortable and every time I moved Max would grunt as if complaining in his unconscious state.
Finally I just got out of bed and got dressed. I hadn’t planned on staying in his room anyway. It wasn’t that I was ashamed or embarrassed, I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with the teasing I knew I’d have to endure from the rest of the squad when they found out about us.
As quietly as I could, I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind myself. When I turned to head for the stairs, I was treated to the sight of Merlin, pressed against the wall by Dane Acker, their bodies molded against one another as they kissed passionately.
“Beautiful morning,” I said, causing both of them to jump.
Dane backed away from Merlin quickly, his face going scarlet as he shoved his hands in his pockets and seemed to struggle to find his voice.
“Isn’t it though?” Merlin said, one eyebrow raising as he looked at me. “You just leaving Pony’s room? It’s like...three in the morning.”
