Page 127 of Never Will I Ever

Pulling away, my gaze quickly takes stock of him, assessing for any possible injuries. But Avery’s quick to drag my lips back to his.

“I saidalmost,”he murmurs against my mouth.

“But—”

“Is this really what you wanna talk about right now?” He shifts, pressing one kiss after another to my jaw in quick succession while mumbling between them. “Because, as I recall, you mentioned something about making up for lost time.”

Yeah, he makes a good point. Which is why I concede without batting an eye.

“Fine, tell me after.”

And then it’s my turn to reel him back in for more.

Lips still molded together, I grab Avery by the front of his shirt and blindly lead us deeper into my apartment. We leave a trail of clothing along the way, stripping each other down to nothing as we head straight for my bedroom down the hall.

After fumbling with the handle, I haul him inside, then break the kiss by pushing him down on my bed. He lands on his back, bouncing against the mattress with an amused chuckle, but it quickly dies when I kneel between his thighs and cover his body with my own.

Slipping my hand between us, I palm his cock and rub the heel against the sensitive spot below the head; a place I’ve learned is his favorite to be touched.

“Christ, Kaleb,” he hisses against my mouth before kissing me again.

My fingers wrap around his length, and I give him a firm stroke while my tongue teases the seam of his lips. He opens for me instantly, and I dive in for more, kissing him with a furious need. Taking no prisoners as I devour him.

He’s already arching into my touch, seeking more friction as I jack his length slowly, only to tease the head while I roll my palm over it. It’s enough to pull a tortured moan from his lips, and he shakes his head.

“Inside me, Kaleb. Please, don’t make me beg.”

Besides those three little words from earlier, that may well be the best thing I’ve heard all day. As much as I love tormenting him, I don’t have the patience for it right now. In fact, if I’m not inside him in the next twenty seconds, I may lose my damn mind.

“I’ll save it for round two,” I promise with a low chuckle.

Pressing a kiss to his jaw, I push back and grab the lube from my nightstand and make quick work of coating myself with the liquid. My heart hammers wildly against my ribs as I position myself between his thighs again, swiping the head of my cock against his rim.

I press my hips forward until the tight ring of muscle gives way, allowing me to slide inside. His ass pulses and clamps tightly around me while he adjusts, and I swear, nothing has ever felt this good. I doubt anything ever could.

“God, I missed you,” I rasp against his lips before stealing another kiss. “I missed you so fucking much, baby.”

He moans into my mouth when I start moving faster, pistoning my hips against his ass. Our bodies rock together in a steady rhythm like that, chasing a high only the other can provide, until it’s not enough. Never will it ever be enough.

I want to own and be owned by him in every way possible.

Shifting my weight back to my heels, I grip Avery’s hips and take him with me until he’s straddling my lap, my cock still buried deep inside his ass. Impossibly deep, from the way he’s clamping around me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead falling to mine as he adjusts.

I give him a second, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before whispering, “Feet on the mattress, baby. On either side of me.”

He leans back, eyes tinting with confusion, but he obeys the order, planting them on either side of my legs.

“Mmm. Looks like I just need my cock inside you to make you listen,” I tease, equally playful and seductive. “Put one handbehind you and lean some weight on it.”

Once again, he doesn’t look sure, but he follows my instructions anyway by shifting his weight back until he can place one hand on the bed.

“Perfect, baby. That’s exactly it,” I praise, already loving this new position.

I hold his hips, keeping most of his weight on my thighs. With him right where I want him now, I rock my pelvis back and give him a sharp, measured thrust. His eyes widen, a long groan falling from his lips.

“Oh my God,” he pants when I pump onto him again. “Keep going just like that.”

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