by Aria Grace
“You might be right…”
“We don’t have to decide anything now. But think about it. Okay?”
I give him a quick nod before his lips are on mine again, searching my mouth for the heat between us. When the car pulls up in front of the building, I don’t want to break away from Rod’s lips.
Somehow, he manages to steal enough kisses on the way up to the apartment to keep me temporarily satiated. But once we’re through the door, every bit of self-control melts at the entrance. All bets are off.
23
Tanner
Landon and I practically stumble down the hallway toward the bedroom…our bedroom. I’m not even sure how many things we knock over on the way, but I hear something shatter to the floor as I devour his mouth with mine. I can’t get enough of him, and he’s returning the same passion, making it even harder to focus on the location we’re trying to reach.
Pulling him through the bedroom door, I back him up to the bed and push him onto it. He lands with a thud and shoots me a scorching look full of desire.
“God, yes.” Landon begins unbuttoning his slacks and undoing his belt while I do the same, quickly stripping out of everything keeping our bodies from being one.
I help him slip off his shirt, trying to slow down the passion burning between us. My tongue slides down his shoulder and to his clavicle, where I gently suck and nip at his skin. Landon shivers at my touch, which only escalates my need to have his cock in my mouth.
Pushing against my throat.
Filling me fully with his arousal.
With his shirt off, I’m able to trace a line of kisses down his chest and across his abs until I find the patch of hair that I know will take me to the treasure I’m searching for. Landon’s pants are undone, but the tent inside his boxers is enough to wake my desperate cock, causing it to stand up even straighter than it was.
Tugging at the fabric, I release his cock from its captivity. His huge, long shaft stands at attention before me, begging me to take it inside my lips. I oblige, licking up the velvety soft skin first before plunging down on his length. Landon’s hand instinctively grabs my hair, which is the hottest fucking turn-on for me. I open my mouth wider, receiving every inch he bucks into me.
After several thrusts into down my throat, I’m practically salivating with his precome and my saliva as it drips along his cock to the base. I pull back, gasping for air and admiring his gorgeous body. “You’re almost ready, baby,” I say, placing my hand at his base and slipping up and down his slick shaft.
His next words stop me in my tracks. “No, Rod. Not tonight.”
“Oh,” I say, starting to pull back. I know better than anyone that no means no.
His fingers rub across my stubbled jaw and he brushes his thumb across my lip. “I want you to take me.”
A spark of electricity jumps between us as I realize what he’s saying. Not no to me… No to him fucking me. “You want…”
“To feel you pulsing inside me.” Landon’s eyes tell me everything I need to know as his hands glide up his body and he tweaks his nipples.
I’ve never fucked Landon before, and the idea has my cock throbbing. He’s always done me, and I love it. But tonight is different. Tonight is our fresh start. A new chapter in our life. I reach for the nightstand and pull out the lube and a foil packet.
Landon grabs the lube from my hand and pours a dollop into his palm. He strokes my cock, slicking it up before I even have a chance to unwrap the condom. When I start to bring the packet to my teeth, he shakes his head.
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
“But…”
“Are you sleeping with other men besides your fiancé?” he asks coyly.
“No, of course not.”
“Well, you’re not the only one who’s been tested. And I know I’m not sleeping with anyone else either. Never again.”
I nod and swallow the emotion in my throat, tossing the packet to the floor and taking the lube from Landon. After getting a couple fingers ready, I walk my fingers down his thigh and between his legs. “Is this okay, Landon?”
He moans in approval as my first digit penetrates the tight ring of muscle. His hole is warm as I massage in and out of it before adding a second finger. I prod at his prostate, tapping it gently and rubbing in a circular motion.
“Fuck!” Landon yells out. “I need you in me now.”
Placing my tip against his muscle, I push through the opening and slide inside his warm channel. I groan as my cock fills his ass, stretching it with my thickness. Landon moans loudly as he reaches for his cock with the remaining lube in his hand and begins stroking his dick.
The feeling of being inside of him is more than I could have dreamed. I’ve only every topped since leaving Denver, but mostly because I didn’t want another man to share the experience I had with Landon. But being inside him is better than I’ve ever experienced. Maybe that’s what love does. Thrusting in and out of the love of my life makes the moment even more intoxicating.
My cock easily slides in and out of his hole, from tip to base, plunging as deep as I can as if I’m made for him. The deep moans of ecstasy coming from Landon surround us, causing my cock to thicken with even more blood.
“Fuck, Rod. I’m coming.” His channel tightens around me, attempting to milk my cock to orgasm. The first stream of come erupts from his slit and sprays across his chest. Ribbon after ribbon of warm cream coats his body and the image is too beautiful. I can’t hold back any longer. The orgasm building in my core releases as waves of pleasure course through my body.
My cock shoots into Landon’s ass as I cry out in pleasure. “Goddammit, baby. You’re so tight.” Each pulse feels like I’m falling deeper into his channel, forcing my milky cream to fill his body.
By the time we’re both finished riding our orgasms, I practically collapse on top of him. Come and sweat mix together between us as I snuggle next to him. Our panting bodies are still joined as we share one breath, one heartbeat, together in love.
“Fuck. That was hot,” Landon says, trying to catch his breath.
“It always is with you, baby.” I kiss his ear, moving to his side and curling him into my arms.
“I love you so much, Rod.”
“I’ve always loved you, Landon. And always will.”
“You’re my one,” he says again, his breaths slowly becoming steady. He says it as often as he can, and I never tire of hearing it.
Landon yawns against my skin, so I pull him even tighter and breathe softly into his ear.
“Get some rest. I expect to have my ass filled the same way before morning.”
“I think I can handle that,” Landon says with a slight chuckle.
And for the first time in my life, I realize that I deserve this. I deserve to have a son and a husband.
For all the years I’d been trying to find pleasure and companionship for others, I’d been running from that kind of connection myself because I had become empty. But with Landon beside me, I’m full again. More full than I ever dreamed I’d feel.
And Landon is just the one I’ve needed to fill up my life.
With a family…
With happiness…
With love.
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