by Myra Scott
“I understand if you still meant what you said,” I said. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll be out of your life as much as you want. I’ll still give you a promotion, as much money as you want, even buy you your own place if you’ll let me. But say the word, and you won’t even have to see me in person again. I’ll understand. I want you more than anything, but your boundaries are—”
“You shut up,” he interrupted me, and he grabbed my tie to pull me into a kiss.
Our bodies touched, and we felt each other’s warmth as I pressed into him. His cock was hard through his boxers, and I pushed my hips into him gently. He shuddered, and I peppered his face with kisses that made it melt away into playful laughter.
When we stopped, we looked into each other’s eyes and felt each other’s hot breath, and we smiled the most peaceful smile we’d felt in years.
“Yeah, we can’t erase the past,” Devin said. “But things don’t stop at the past. I want to move forward with you, Gage. And right now,” he added, reaching to my crotch and putting his hand on the stiffness he felt there. “I want you to make good on that promise that you’re going to give me everything I deserve.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - GAGE
His pants were already off, and that made me greedy.
When I pressed my hips into his and felt our shafts brush against each other, it was electrifying. I felt my whole body waking up and coming to attention for one thing and one thing only: Devin. The mere idea of being so close to him was enough to set me off, but actually grinding our shafts together, even though it was through his boxers and my pants, was beyond anything my body was ready for.
And that made me come alive in an all new way.
My cock thickened and hardened as I ground against him. I heard his soft moaning as I did, his hot breath in my ear. My mouth was at his neck, kissing him and gently nipping at his skin. I wanted him so badly, and his desire for me was so strong I could feel it in the air of my bedroom.
“Does it hurt you?” I asked in a soft whisper. I was being careful—his injuries could make this hard, if not impossible, but Devin shook his head.
“No. I want this, Gage, no matter what.”
“Tell me if it hurts,” I told him, holding his hips and taking the lead in positioning his body. “I want this to be everything we’ve dreamed of, and more.”
I sat up, looming over him and glaring down at his body as if it were my prey. He was still clothed, but only partly, and it looked so wonderfully messy and untidy that it was almost better than seeing him naked.
Almost.
“Take it off,” I told him, a hungry smile crossing my lips. “Your shirt. I want it off.”
He looked up to me with gleaming eyes, then finally nodded and scooted away from me. He started to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, and I realized what a nervous wreck he was. That excited me.
I crawled forward to him and reached out to push his anxious hands out of the way. He let me, watching me with a blushing face and quivering eyes. One by one, I undid the buttons of his shirt until it hung open. I took both sides of it and slowly pulled it off his shoulders, and I drank in the shape of him.
It was one thing to have a friend with benefits. It was another entirely to look at someone through the eyes of love for the first time and feel real, passionate desire like none other.
Devin found his bearings and pulled his undershirt up and off his body and tossed it to the side. When he did, I couldn’t wait another second.
I moved forward and straddled him around the waist. He laid back, and the look on his face told me he could hardly believe this was happening. To be honest, I couldn’t either. His body looked unbelievable.
Devin was an average guy by the standards of someone who might just glance at him in passing, but I knew so much about him that drew me in that I couldn’t explain. All I knew was that he was the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid hands on.
I touched his shoulders with my big, warm hands, and my fingertips ran up and down his arms, feeling him and taking in his form. I let out a low moan as I brought my hands to his chest and felt his pecs. He must have felt my cock stiffening against his stomach, because he started pushing his hips up into me, gently pleading.
My thumbs touched his nipples, and he let out a sharp gasp, as if he’d been touched by ice. His stiff nubs were sensitive, more sensitive than I had imagined, and that brought a smile to my face. Everything about Devin seemed tailor-made to my tastes, and that drove me wild.
I groped him, feeling up every part of his torso, admiring every ridge of the muscles on his back and every uneven little surface. I traced my fingers over a constellation of freckles in the middle of his chest, and he looked down at what I was doing.
“These are cute,” I teased in a low, deep voice that made him blush.
“You’ve got hundreds,” he said with a laugh.
“Yeah, so they don’t stand out like yours,” I said, and I moved my legs back so I could bring my lips to his freckles and kiss them.
The feeling of my lips on his chest made him gasp again, and I felt him writhe slowly under me, basking in the feeling of my touch, my affection. Making him feel this way got my heart pounding even faster. I wanted to nudge Devin into pure bliss, and I was going to tumble into it with him.
I brought my mouth to one of his nipples and brushed my lips against it. My hot breath on the sensitive bud made him shiver and gave him goosebumps that I ran my hand over, and I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot, even as I started teasing his nipple with my teeth.
He gripped the sheets as I did. He was adorable in how nervous he was, but I slipped into the dominant role with complete ease. It was second nature to me.
And for Devin, I was going to do so much more.
When I’d had my fun with him, I sat back up on my knees and watched him look up at me like a statue presenting itself. I still had all my clothes on, but that was about to change.
I pulled my shoes off and shrugged off my jacket. I glared down at him with a hungry passion as I undid my tie, but instead of tossing it aside, I wrapped it around his neck loosely and gave him a wink.
I was going to make use of that later.
My shirt hugged my muscular form perfectly. I was very particular about how I had my suits tailored, and this one was one of my favorites. As I undid the buttons, more of my tank top underneath it exposed my rippling muscles.
I felt Devin stiff as a rock under me by the time I tossed the button-down to the floor, and when I pulled my undershirt off to reveal my full, naked torso, I thought he was going to faint. He just stared up at me dumbly for a few moments.
His inexperience sent a ripple of excitement through my body. I took his hands in mine and brought them up to the V that pointed down toward my crotch. I pressed his palms to the bottom of my abs, and I released them to let them explore.
He reached up my abs to my pecs, worshipping the very body that he’d lusted after for so long, suffering in silence. This was breathtaking to him, every bit as much as it was to me. I groaned my pleasure at his attention. His soft fingertips touched every inch of me that he wanted to explore. All the while, he pushed his hips up into me from below. His subtle, begging motions teased the insides of my powerful thighs.
When I’d had my fill of him exploring my body, I lowered myself onto him and cupped his face in my hands before pressing a kiss into him.
The scent of my cologne was rich against his musk, and the sounds of his moans into my mouth were like music to my ears. My kiss moved from his lips to his cheeks, and I started peppering him in kisses until he was a giggling mess under me.
“Devin, you’re more than I could even describe,” I murmured to him, our eyes locking in the dim glow of the bedroom lights.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” he asked.
I answered with a kiss.
When we could finally stand to break apart from each other, my cock was so stiff and swollen that it was threatening to burst out of my pants. I stood up and got off the bed slowly, but as I did, I took a hold of the elastic of Devin’s underwear and slid them down his thighs. My thumbs dragged along his sensitive inner thighs as they went, and I was careful not to touch his knees too much as I got the fabric off him.
His underwear off, I looked at his stiff cock, and I felt my own face go red.
It was beautiful. There was something so raw and primal about the sight of a rigid, needy cock that was begging for release. Devin brought his hand to his shaft and ran his hand up and down it, from his swollen balls to the purple crown, and the view made my knees weak.
And Devin was basking in the attention. He squirmed on the sheets and pushed his hips out, tempting me with everything that his body had to offer.
I took off my belt and tossed it aside, then unbuttoned my pants and slid them down with my underwear.
Devin had seen my cock before. He’d even tasted it before. But he’d never seen it so rigid, ready, and excited as it was now. My thick shaft was ribbed with veins, and just the feeling of the elastic waistband brushing down its length made it throb with desire for him.
I stood there like a statue, massaging my length gently, drinking in Devin’s lustful gaze before I made my way to the nightstand.
I took out two condoms and lube. I slid one on the length of my shaft, then I brought the other to Devin. He reached for the condom, but I held it out of his reach with a playful smile.
Tearing the condom open, I brought one hand down to his cock, and I took hold of it and pulled his foreskin back to let my thumb play with the crown. It responded to my touch. I got overzealous with my handplay, and I ran my thumb in circles under his cock so much that he leaned his head back and started to groan for release.
Just when I saw a little bead of precum crowning at the slit, I smiled wickedly and slipped the condom over him. Even the feeling of the synthetic material rolling down his shaft made Devin twitch and gasp.
“God, you’re so ready, aren’t you?” I mused, looking down at him, and he nodded, mouth hanging open.
I leaned down and brought my lips to his shaft and kissed it. Then I took the whole head into my mouth, and I lavished the crown with attention, running my tongue around the edge of it and listening to Devin’s desperate moans.
We’d gone down on each other so many times, released each other with our hands more times than I could count, but it had always been so impersonal, so pornographic…never like this. This was like the difference between night and day. I felt like I could taste him through the condom, the very essence of this sweet, caring man. I played with his balls with my hand, and they responded to my touch.
He was sore for me. I could tell. He’d be sore after release, too, and it would make him think of me, just like I’d be sore and thinking about him.
I was so close to bringing him to release, but I left him on the edge. I wasn’t going to make it that easy on him.
He started to sit up to reach for my cock in turn, but I pushed his hand away gently and rubbed his thighs, smiling wolfishly down at him.
“Oh, no,” I said, “tonight is about you.”
“At least let me get you ready,” he pleaded, eyeing the lube in my hand, and I handed it to him. He squirted it into his hands and ran them up and down my shaft, and I tilted my head back to let out a groan of pleasure. Devin felt wonderful. No matter what part of him I was touching, it made my body so needy for him that I could have let him do this all day.
But when I started to feel my lower abs tense up, I pushed his hands away and slid my hands under his thighs. I had to be very careful with this maneuver, because it would be so easy to hurt him with his injured knees, but I was going to make this damn good for him.
With my cock stiff and ready for him, I gently lifted his thighs up to my shoulders and rested them there. I held his hips in my hands and gave him a gentle squeeze.
“I love you, Devin,” I said in a low, husky tone. “It took me a damn long time to realize it, but it’s true.”
“I love yo— ohhh!” My cock cut him off as I gently entered him, and I felt his tightness snug around my cock.
Instantly, I felt waves of pleasure rolling through my body as I started to rock back and forth in him, the lube letting me glide freely and smoothly against every inch of him. I knew I was big, but it never felt so good as when I was inside Devin’s tight ass, feeling him touch me and make me feel new heights of pleasure I’d never yet felt.
I wanted more of him. I started thrusting faster, little by little, moving my hips in a steady rhythm. I felt the tip of my cock grinding against him through the condom, and it made that orgasmic feeling boil up inside me with each thrust.
As for Devin, the look of him alone would have been enough to get me stiff and ready for him.
His head was back, and his mouth was hanging open as he gripped the sheets around my thighs to hold on. There were tears running down his eyes in thin streams, and I furrowed my eyebrows and slowed down.
“Is this hurting you?”
“Fuck, no,” he gasped, smiling up at me with shining eyes, “I just…this always happens when I’m—fuck—when I’m so close.”
My chest swelled with so much pride and love that I thought I was going to burst. I smirked down at him and started pumping at a quick rhythm again, and this time, I let nothing hold me back.
My heavy balls swung under us as I pumped into him, occasionally hitting his skin with a soft slap, and the sound of our flesh touching brought me ever closer to release. My cock was thicker than it had been in as long as I could remember.
My head was filled only with Devin. I thought about every time we were together, each time we smiled at each other, each time he bumped into me, brushed hands, touched my manhood.
I wanted to release in him.
But I was only going to do it at the same time he did.
I started going harder and faster into him, but no matter how hard I went, I never lost control of him for a second. He was mine to do with as I wanted. I reached around his thigh and wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping him in time with my hips.
He was already close, but that pushed him over the edge.
His mouth fell open, and he started squirming on the bed as his whole body started coiling up, ready to spring free and release in my hand.
At the same moment, I let myself spill over the edge. Devin and Devin alone could take me there like this. I felt my balls tighten and every muscle below my abs tense up wonderfully. I started bucking wildly, losing all pacing and just rutting into him like a wild beast. Devin was mine, and I was going to show him that.
I felt his cock get stiffer than ever in my hand and twitch, and at the same moment that I watched the first shot of white-hot seed burst from his cock and fill the condom, my own shaft did the same. I poured shot after shot of thick, hot seed into my condom while he filled up his, and together, our ragged groans filled the room.
I’d had a lot of boyfriends and a lot of orgasms over the years, but nothing—nothing—compared to this. My entire body was paralyzed for a few moments, and I saw stars as I came. Devin clenched his ass around me while I did, and he milked me for all that I had as my thighs shook and my cock throbbed in him.
By the time our orgasms subsided, Devin’s condom was heavy with his load, and I knew mine was the same. But nonetheless, we just sat there together, breathing heavily in the afterglow as we made eye contact.
Devin was a hot mess. There were streaks down the sides of his eyes where tears had been, and his face was blushing red as mine. I loomed over him like a monument, cock still stiff inside him. I started to slide out slowly, and I felt a final spurt of fluid release into the condom.
I slowl
y let his legs down on either side of me, and he let out a long, relieved breath and smiled at me. I smiled back, and that quickly turned into laughter. Sweet, uninhibited laughter that made both of us feel so alive.
I took our condoms off and tossed them before returning to the bed and flopping down beside Devin, propping myself up on my elbow and looking down at him with a warm smile that felt golden. He put a hand on my chest and let out a murmur before snuggling into me, and I wrapped my arms around him.
We spooned into each other for longer than I could remember.
“Devin,” I finally whispered.
“Yeah?” he whispered back, a sleepy, ragged syllable that was so full of love for me that I wanted to melt.
“I know that love, real love, doesn’t happen overnight,” I said. “And I know we’ve got so much behind us and so much ahead of us, and I can’t wait to do that with you. But I just want you to know that right now…” I wrapped my hands around his hips and pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re the best decision I’ve ever made.”
“You are, too,” he replied, wiggling his shoulders into my chest. “Besides,” he added with a playful lilt. “Someone’s got to be there to cool you off.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - GAGE
I took a long, deep breath as I made my way down the hallway to the Sentry’s luxury meeting room the next morning. My hair was perfectly coiffed, my suit was crisp, and my face looked brighter and fresher than it had in as long as I could remember.
As I made my way to the door, I looked up at the shining new security camera lens embedded in the corner of the wall, and I winked at it.
My night with Devin had left me walking on clouds and feeling like I could fly. What felt like an immense load of emotional weight had fallen off me, and my heart was beating with new purpose. I felt like a new man. I felt like the man who I was really meant to be.