Page 48 of Only You

Then he began to move, and his slick hand came around to grasp my already-aching dick.

“I’ve wanted to hold you like this,” he whispered, nuzzling the back of my neck, kissing my nape, and smelling my hair. “Oh, God, Peter…” He dropped my cock to run his hand over my stomach and chest. I looked down and saw myself as he did—thin, wiry, and taut. I guided his hand up to my nipple. He groaned as he rolled it between finger and thumb, his hips moving wilder, and his cock sliding faster between my thighs.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Want to take you this way. Want to fuck you just like this.”

I turned my head, trying to see him, and he lifted up on his elbow to kiss me. His tongue and mine touched as we moved together. He played with first one nipple and then the other. It felt so good I whimpered. Squeezing my thighs together for more friction, he grunted, whispering against my cheek, “Yeah, like that. God, Peter. This feels so fuckinggood.”

The motion was almost exactly like being fucked on my side. When Daniel’s breath stuttered, and his curses went quiet with the tension of approaching climax, I reached down and took hold of my dick.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. I like everything about you so much, Peter,” Daniel whispered, biting down on the back of my neck and groaning. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.” He went still and wet heat bathed my balls. “Peter, Peter, oh,fuck, Peter,” he murmured as he gripped me and shuddered through his orgasm. His cum coated my thighs.

Before he’d even caught his breath, Daniel’s hand joined mine, moving over my cock together. I felt the telltale tension of my balls tightening. His cock twitched between my thighs, and he whimpered, but I kept on thrusting and groaning, reaching for orgasm.

Suddenly, it was like I was over the bed and in the bed at the same time. I knew how I looked there with him, tangled up together, rutting against each other; I could see it like a series of photographs, and I turned my head, hoping for a kiss, and I got one just as pleasure gripped me, and I came.

Panting in the aftermath, we rolled to face each other, cum smearing between our bodies. We lay in the bed staring into each other’s eyes, both of us flushed and laughing. I could sense in the far corners of my mind the buzzing pull of other people and their concerns, but I wanted to stay in our bubble longer.

Daniel reached out to run his fingers over my cheek, down to my chin, before leaning in to kiss my lips. Sighing, he smiled and peered at my face. “Was that okay?”

With my balls twinging from how hard I’d come, and my heart trip-hammering in my chest, I murmured, “Yeah. More than yeah.”

His hands ran over me, and I trailed my fingers through his sparse chest hair. I touched his nipples, watching them peak and darken, a pretty reddish-brown against his chest.

Daniel’s hand wandered down to my treasure trail, and then farther down to my cock. He trailed a finger along its length, and it twitched, wanting to get up again for him, but unable to manage it. Then he moved down to my still-taut balls.

“You’re really hot,” he murmured. “I love the dark hair on your pale skin. It’s so sexy.”

“You’re hot, too.” I licked my lips, feeling a zing of new arousal. “I love your eyes the most, I think. Your eyes make me feel—” I broke off, embarrassed at what I’d almost revealed.

“Feel what?”

I licked my lips. “Safe.”

His smile was sweet, and I wanted to take a picture of it. “Given everything, maybe this sounds strange, but you make me feel safe, too, Peter.”

This news brought tears to my eyes, and I cuddled him closer.

“You know, I think Nashville was a mistake.”

“Why? I mean, besides what happened after, wasn’t it good?”

“Oh, it was awesome, but think about it, leaving the last few weeks out of it. Let’s say it had ended up with us together instead of…how it happened. It’s just that…how it was today, just us, alone, seeing you naked in the light from the windows, watching your face when you came?Thisshould have been our first time. Do you see what I mean?”

I slid my right hand down to his slim hip and then took hold of his dick. It stirred in my hand, growing and lengthening even more. I watched it avidly. “Yeah. Everything about today is more honest.”

“There’s nothing hanging over us.” I knew it was as close as he’d come to mentioning Adam while we were naked together.

“This feels so good,” I whispered, curling up closer, tucking my head against his neck.

I held his now-hard dick in my hand, feeling the rush of blood under the soft skin. I heard his heartbeat and felt his breath on my shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me, and I moved my hand lazily on his dick, and his hips moved in rhythm.

“No hiding, no secrets. Like, it’s kind of creepy in one way, but it’s also kind of cool that even your mom knows I’m here with you.”

“Oh, God, don’t mention her,” he whispered, his cock now pushing hard against the palm of my hand as I jacked him. “Peter, please…will you…?”

I slipped down his body, and he flopped onto his back, spreading his legs so that I could kneel between his thighs. I rubbed my hands up and down his legs, feeling the hair catch and pull against my palms, and I looked up at him from where I sat on my knees.

My own dick was hard too, and I laughed. “I can’t believe we’re ready again.”

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