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“I need a taste before I stop.” He continued to hold my gaze as he licked the pre-cum away, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The erotic sight caused my cock to pulse. Cole sucked down my shaft and slid his finger in my hole to my prostate, making me gasp. It was the very best torture, and he was a master at working me over.
Just as I was ready to blow, he pulled away, leaving me gasping and panting. My angry red cock was reaching toward him of its own accord, like it knew he owned it.
My lust-addled brain slowed my reactions. Before I could register what was happening, Cole was slicking up my dick before moving to his hands and knees. I held my breath as he lowered his head and stuck his ass in the air.
“Come on, I’m ready.”
“Babe, that’s gonna hurt. Give me a minute.”
I transferred some of the lube to my fingers, then slowly worked him open. When he was satisfied with my preparation, he pulled away.
“That’s enough, big boy.”
Getting on my knees behind him, I slowly worked myself into him. The feeling was incredible, and I gave him a few minutes to adjust to my girth. I would come if he wiggled around too much.
When he was ready, he rocked back and forth onto me. When he was ready, I bent forward against his back and began to move in earnest.
“I love you,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss his shoulder.
“I love you, too.”
I moved my hand from his hip and took his cock into my right hand. He was impossibly hard and fucked my right hand as I fucked him.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he groaned, dropping his head as he coated my hand with his cum. The feel of the warm fluid on my skin ignited me and sent me headfirst into a powerful orgasm as he pulsed and clenched around my cock.
I grunted and bucked into him like a stallion as the orgasm took hold of me. Deep breaths pulled me back to him from the heights we always hit when we were together.
When we slowly came back to earth, I reached for my t-shirt and wiped my hands. When I slipped from his body, I laid back on the sofa and opened my arms to him.
“That was fucking perfect. I needed that after my workout.” We settled into place with his lithe rocker’s body spread across my chest.
There was nothing in the world like the feel of him in my arms. His scent, mixed with mine, was as familiar as home. But unfortunately, we didn’t stay like this for very long, especially during the day.
“I gotta go clean up,” he said, attempting to get up off my body.
I rubbed his back, my eyes closed. “I’ve got you,” I said, then ran my hand down his ass and stuck my middle finger in his hole to hold in my cum.
Cole gasped at the unexpected intrusion, his cock twitching to rebound. I found my phone plastered under my ass cheek and put it on the back of the sofa. Wrapping my other arm around him, I was ready to nap.
“Yeah, babe. Now it’s perfect.” Within a few seconds, we were both sound asleep.
Later, I woke from our post-sex nap on the couch as Cole’s long fingers drew lazy circles on my chest. He’d worked his way down into the crook of my arm from where he started. His touch never failed to drive me crazy, and it made my dick hard. Again.
The little things about him lit me up inside. I’d fallen in love with this now-tatted, bad-boy rocker who was, without a doubt, the absolute love of my life. His smile alone could make my heart beat faster and cause my breath to hitch. I hated that I couldn’t tell the world he was mine and had to play the best-friend-and-roommates card. I wanted to marry him one day, when our lives were out of the spotlight. Being gay in the NFL was unheard of, and I couldn’t put him in danger like that.
“What’s so interesting on your phone, babe?”
Dropping a kiss on his forehead, I continued to study the picture on my screen. “I’m just looking at Twitter.”
“Hmm, Twitter, huh?” Cole stretched up a little farther, causing his thickening cock to ride up my thigh as he placed suggestive nips on my neck and shoulder. He knew that particular spot was an incendiary for my cock.
I hummed at the feel of his stubble scraping along my skin, but I had to stop him. Temporarily, at least.
“Baby, wait a minute,” I moaned.
Cole stopped, then pulled back. He studied me for a second. “What’s wrong, Patrick?”
“Nothing,” I said, chuckling, “but I wanna show you something.”
