Page 33 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

His words were vaguely coherent, but the hectic color in his cheeks made it clear I was doing a good job edging him.Mimicking his earlier action, I slid my thumb across his slit, picking up a drop of precum, and then slipped the digit into my mouth and sucked.

He bucked.

Good.

I withdrew my fingers, and he snarled.

“Down, boy.I’ll give you what you want.”As I coated my sheathed cock with lube, I held his gaze.I guided myself to him and tilted my head.

He nodded.

I pressed in.

He bore down.

I slid in to the hilt.

He gasped.

A moment passed where I held myself still, gazing down into his beautiful dark eyes.Then he slid his hands down my flank and grasped my ass.

I knew.Yes, he was giving me the signal to go ahead and fuck him, but he was also conveying so much more.Trust.Affection.Caring.

Dare I say…love?

He flexed his hips, drawing me in even farther.“Please.”A hoarse whisper.

This I could give him.I pulled out almost to the tip and slid back in.

His fingers flexed against my ass.

Okay, message received.The next thrust was harder, and then I began a relentless pace.I didn’t give him time to catch his breath, and my own grip on sanity slipped with each stroke.Faster.I needed to go faster.I needed to bring him along with me and, fuck almighty, I needed him to go over first.

I reached down to grasp his cock, but he batted my hand away.

“I’ll do it.”

Okay, then.Meant I could focus on wringing every ounce of pleasure out of him.Out of myself.Out of where our bodies were joined so intimately.

His jerks became frantic movements as he chased his orgasm, and he managed to grit out an, “I’m coming,” just before he erupted.His cum covered his stomach and chest and a bit hit me as well.His ass gripped my cock, and that was the beginning of the end for me as well.

Several deep and violent thrusts later, I tipped over the edge myself.Into bliss.Into heaven.Into somewhere I wanted to stay forever.So many words remained unspoken.

And yet, as I collapsed onto him, everything was crystal clear.

Chapter Ten

Fritz

I awoke alone, but that didn’t surprise me.I remembered, somewhere near dawn, Dickens pressing a kiss to my forehead, saying he needed to get home, mumbling something, then slipping away.I’d have sworn he said he loved me, but that was just my sleep-addled brain speaking.

Rolling out of bed, I took stock.I glanced over to my garbage can.Three used condoms, nicely tied off.The man was obsessively neat.How many times had he risen to wet a washcloth and then returned to wipe me down?Enough so I wasn’t sticky despite the multiple orgasms.

I stripped the bed, even though what I really wanted to do was sink back into the dirty sheets and revel in his scent.I was attracted to everything about him.His looks, his quirky sense of humor, his caring nature…and, most especially, his scent.Something about it kicked my libido into high gear, and I sported a semi as I tossed the sheets into the laundry and headed to the shower.

The analog clock read eight forty-five, so I had enough time for a quick wash and a hearty breakfast before I headed down to open the shop.

Forty-seven minutes later, all of two minutes behind schedule, I rounded to the front of the store and found a woman standing at the door.“I apologize.Let me open up, and then please, come inside.”

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