He applies more pressure to my shoulder and I lean back. Miles pours lube all over my cock, then settles over me and quickly works me inside him. Then he sits there for a moment, slowly rocking forward, adjusting, enjoying us being connected this way.
“I missed this,” I say, running my hands up his sides.
His cock is leaking precum. I’m aching to reach for him, feel him throb in my hand and watch him come all over himself. But he’s taking the lead and seems to be enjoying it.
“Me too,” he moans, moving forward, so my cock slides out and goes right back in.
“I need you to know that you’re more than this… than hookups,” I say softly, running my hands up his sides.
His grip tightens on my shoulders, and he lifts up and slowly goes back down. A moan drags out of me as he does it again, my eyes falling closed. Warmth spreads through my body, not only because of the pleasure, but because of him—of how he makes me feel.
“I’ve thought about us having more,” I say.
“Like what?” he strains to ask as he keeps moving, each thrust up just a little faster than the last.
I can’t tell if he’s trying to tease me or if he’s holding back so he doesn’t come.
I slide my hand up his chest, then back down over his stomach and around his hip to grab his ass, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Living together,” I breathe out.
“More…”
“K-kids…” I grit my teeth because he’s driving me fucking crazy. I want to come—I need to come. “Fuck, Miles,” I growl.
“I’ll get you there,” he says. “Just be patient, Jericho.”
“Fuck, that sounds so much better coming out of your mouth.”
My cock is aching. Each time I slide inside him, my body grows hotter. I’m trembling, sweating. He’s enjoying the fuck out of this, smiling down at me with this heated look in his eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing, but I don’t hate it, even though I feel like I may die if he doesn’t move faster.
“Miles,” I plead. “Just let me come—”
My words cut off when I realize we aren’t using a condom… that I’m inside himbare, and when I come, he’s going tofeelit. He did this purposely, and I’m not mad about it. I trust him, and I haven’t been with anyone since. The biggest thing is that this all felt so natural that it wasn’t even a thought in my mind, not until now… and picturing my cum spilling out of his tight little hole only has me wanting to come more.
I grip his hips and slam up into him. He cries out, nails digging into my skin.
“Make me come, or I’ll do it myself,” I warn, my voice almost a growl.
His lips part, all the air leaving his lungs. Then he smiles and moves faster. I rest my head back, watching the way his hips move, the way his muscles tense and tick. His cock bounces, slapping against his stomach, and I reach for it, just wanting to hold it—wanting to feel it when he explodes.
“Jericho,” he breathes out.
“Keep going. I’m so fucking close.”
My gaze stays on his cock, wanting to see it erupt.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “You feel so good. I’m going to come—”
He moans loudly, his body jerking as cum spills out of his cock, landing all over my abs and chest.
Pleasure rolls through me as the orgasm hits, and I spasm inside him. I feel my cum spilling out and dripping down my shaft to my balls.
Miles leans forward, resting his forehead on my shoulder. I hold him tightly, hugging him to me, and not wanting to let go. Ever. This is perfect. It feels too right to not pursue. I kiss his shoulder, his neck, his jaw. And then I whisper words I haven’t said since I was a kid.
“I love you.”
Chapter 35