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Right now, he’s gettingall of my attention. I’m hyper-focussed. Getting him off is my one and only project, and the sole reason I rim him for what feels like forever. And yeah, me knocking his knees further apart and getting my mouth on his balls works too. He stops even trying to stifle groans against his folded forearms.
He’s loud, and I fucking love to hear it.
Those groans cut off the moment I ease in a finger, then they pick up again as soon as I rub where it matters for him, and this next clench and rumble aregosignals if I ever felt or heard one.
I rub inside him again, pressing slow and intimate circles while wishing I had more hands to hold him open so I could tongue him at the same time. He does that for me in another clear-as-day signal that he’s on this journey with me from start to finish.
His, “Yeah, Rae,” is guttural, his own fingers digging into an arse cheek to give me more access, and I can’t even care that the shower still runs behind us. That splashing only means I can close my eyes and be back in those river rapids with him where he took the lead.
Me doing the same now by taking this slow is torture. I want my dick in him again so badly, only this time not to celebrate someone else’s happy ending, like at that wedding.
This one’s for him, and I have to grip my cock tight after he almost buckles. Then I switch my grip to his hips after getting up to stand behind him, and it was absolutely worth this waitto sink the head of my cock just inside him because he shouts.Shudders.Verbalises what he needs, and I’m here for that too.
“More,” he begs after I give him another slow inch. He glances over his shoulder, wrecked and flushed, and there’s my wild man. My giant. I’m wrecked too as soon as he pushes back, greedy for my cock inside him, his heat an intense temptation to fuck him as hard and fast as I can.
He’s as hot as hell, and I’m not only talking about being inside his body. That hand he had on his arse grabs at my hip, and for all the times I’ve seen him shaky, he’s the opposite now. He pulls me closer until I’m fully buried.
It’s so much more than good, and this is so much more than fucking when I see his reflection, and to hell with going hard and fast until we get off.
I can’t move a muscle.
Not when he’s a steam-misted vision—a smudged portrait of pleasure that I tell myself to lock down on paper.
That will have to wait until later.
For now, I’m busy trying to hold back. To keep my pace slow and steady. To soak up each and every sound while I’m their reason, their source, all his, for as long as I can make this last for him.
Sweat beads.
Drips.
My hands skid.
His must do as well—he lurches, and who the fuck knows how, but that gets me inside him even deeper. The register of my voice drops to give a gravelly warning I wouldn’t believe could come from me until I hear myself warn, “Hold on, Hayden.” We’re on a whole other helter-skelter ride now. “Hold the fuck on.”
He does, knuckles whitening around the taps on the bathroom basin. He locks on there. Anchors himself. And thank fuck for that because I can’t hold back any longer.
I fuck him good and hard, wishing this could last forever, and Hayden looks back.
His gaze is so much darker now. It’s almost entirely inky pupil, and I see every star from the first evening we spent together. Every constellation. Each planet dancing just above the horizon, and I can’t believe I fucked him under canvas instead of underneath them. Now I add doing that soon to a mental bank of works in progress already crammed with Hayden Novac moments.
Him, with burrs in the beard that hid him when I first got here.
Him, with bird shit and the whole fucking world on these scarred shoulders.
Him, every single time a child learns to love nature, like Hayden’s father taught him.
He’s so more than good-looking to me, or a way to sweat away my attention-deficit problems and guilt for leaving behind sand dunes.
“Close,” he grunts out. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close.” His whole body tightens. He makes as if to let go of one of those taps he’s tethered himself to until I reach around him, my hand on his wrist in a silentnot yetorder.
Hayden complies—sobs—grasps the tap even harder as I slam into him, and he doesn’t shudder now. He fucking quakes with how much he needs to get off.
I do too with how much I want to be his reason.
I let go of his wrist. Find his cock with a now free hand, and it’s so wet with precome I instantly feel a winner—a striker running for an unmanned goal and scoring for a team roaring forme. Only it’s Hayden who shoots, his spunk streaking the basin and counter.
I see it spatter. Most of all, I see what relief looks like on him, and that’s a finger on a final trigger. I shoot to the hammering beat of my heart, which only slows after he shows me to his room, and we’re in bed together.
