Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Gabe… God, you’re perfect. You’re everything. Fuck me, Gabe. I want to feel you inside me while you’ve got that toy in you. That sound good?”
“That sounds like it’ll blow my fucking mind.”
“Good,” he said, stepping back with a smirk. “That’s the point.”
I got off the table, the vibrations shaking down my legs. I was so hard my cock was red, pulsing in the air. I had to sink it inside Tristan. Needed to give him my load before I spilled it all over the floor.
“Get on the couch,” I said, moving us over to the other side of the room. The warm flicker of orange candlelight made his skin glow, made his eyes look like gems. I reached out and stroked his still-wet shaft, pulling him in for a messy kiss. One that told him all he needed to know.
I needed this.
I needed it.
I needed him.
He kissed me back with the same world-shattering force, our dicks rubbing together. I looked down, nearly coming undone right then and there. But I held back. I pushed him down on the couch, his eyes filled with the same blazing hunger I felt as he looked up at me, legs open and cock throbbing.
Yeah. I’m in love.
No denying it now. All that was left was to surrender to it.
I grabbed the bottle of oil and spread it on my cock, being careful not to tip myself over the edge. Tristan grabbed his legs and lifted them up. I helped, hoisting them onto my shoulders, the vibrator still pulsing deep inside me. My knees started to shake. I lined myself up with Tristan’s hole, rubbing his stomach as I felt him opening up for me.
I leaned down, taking him into another kiss. He tasted so good. Like a meal I’d been craving for decades. Something that brought me home and to an entirely new universe all at the same time. Familiar and new and all I ever wanted.
I pushed in. We both moaned, my cock spreading him open. I kissed his ankle, working my way up to his feet. I thrust, knowing he could take me.
And he did. His eyes opened wide, but the way his mouth shaped into an O and his eyebrows dipped told me all I needed to know. I held myself there, relishing in the heat, feeling the vibrations in my ass take me to a whole other level. I sucked on his toe, watching as his eyes rolled backward. His hole clenched around me, pulled me in deeper.
I started to rock my hips, back and forth, following a rhythm to an invisible song only the two of us knew how to dance to. He nodded, asking for more without any words. I picked up my pace.
More.
More.
So much more. I slammed into him. Over and over again. His toes curled. My balls tightened as my world funneled in only onto Tristan. No one else mattered. Just us. Forever.
“I’m already so fucking close,” I said, feeling myself reach the edge of an impossibly high precipice.
“Do it, Gabe. Give it to me.” His eyes turned doe-like. “Please.”
“Yeah?” I said between the sound of skin slapping against skin. “You want me to come inside you?”
“Yes, Gabe, please, please. I want it.”
“How bad?”
“So bad, Gabe. Oh God. Ohhhhh, fuck.”
He started to come, his cock erupting with shot after shot of sticky, sweet release. His ass tightened around me with every blow, pushing me right off the cliff. The sound that rose from my chest resembled that of a caged lion. I unloaded, my thrusts stopping as I pushed myself in deep, painting his guts with my come. My fingers dug into his hips, my mouth going to his ankle, my soul leaving my fucking body and going straight up to gay heaven. The vibrator pushed every last drop of come out of my balls, filling Tristan up to the brim with my seed.
It was ecstasy. Pure bliss. Couldn’t describe it, and never needed to. I knew from Tristan’s drunken expression that he felt the same exact way, white streaks of come covering his heaving chest.
I pushed in a little deeper, letting him have all of me as I went down for another kiss, not caring that my chest was now covered in his release. If it cemented us together, then all the better.
Breathless, against his lips, still inside him, was when I said it.
“I love you.” The words fluttered out of my mouth like a rush of caged butterflies. His eyes opened wide. His smile grew, and his hands held on to me even tighter.
“I love you, too, Gabe. With everything I’ve got. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.”
I kissed him again. And again, and again. Until forever. That’s how long I knew we would last, and I was the happiest man on Earth because of it.