Page 52 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

His all-knowing grin warmed me.

He understood.He withdrew almost completely and then pressed home.Then he did it again.And again.Each time he did, he increased the force.

Each thrust pushed me higher and higher—metaphorically and literally.

I banged my head against the headboard and he winced.

Quickly, I secured a pillow behind my head so it wouldn’t happen again.“Please.”I wasn’t above begging.Anything to have him bring me to the edge again.My previously deflated cock was springing back to life, and I was ready for another shot at coming.

As if sensing my need, he grasped my cock and grinned.

“Twenty-four.”My pithy comment.

“Yeah, I’m only twenty-eight.”His witty comeback.

I couldn’t remember if I knew that, but he felt years older.More mature.He’d been working for five years while I languished at the university.A world separated us, and yet, in that moment, the distance felt paltry.

He tugged, and I refocused.This.All I ever wanted, and I was getting it.

He resumed his ministrations as he worked me back into a frenzy.

His jerks of my cock matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and soon, despite my wish to keep going like this forever, I was coming.

The force of the orgasm took me by surprise.As my cum spurted over his hand, some of it landed on my belly.

And still he maintained his rhythm.His neck muscles strained as he thrust over and over again.

Then, quite suddenly, he stilled.

Our gazes locked.In that moment, I saw into his soul.The loneliness.The isolation.The grief over losing his only living relative in this country.A man who hadn’t loved him because of who he was.I almost blurted out that I loved him.Or that I could love him.That if he gave me a chance, we could make something of this.A forever because of a storm.A forever based on mutual attraction and more.

I couldn’t explain it.It made no sense.Yet all I knew was I never wanted to leave his arms.

Fuck me.

Chapter Eight

Isaac

Holy fuck.

I was a goner.

Hours had passed since our passionate bout of lovemaking, and still sleep eluded me.After I’d come, I withdrew carefully.I knotted off the condom and then went into the bathroom to soak a washcloth in hot water.I brought it back to our bed where I set about gently cleaning Ben.

He bestowed upon me a sleepy, sated smile, and soon slipped into sleep.

Normally after a good orgasm, I was able to drift off as well.

Not tonight.

Tonight I was energized.Or keyed up.Wound up like a top about to explode into action as soon as the string was released.Instead of disrupting my bed partner’s sleep with my restlessness, I dressed in my T-shirt and sleep pants.I snagged my laptop and headed over to the couch by the fire.

Within seconds of my butt hitting the cushions, I had company next to me.

Buddy gave me the most beseeching look, and I didn’t have the heart to boot him.Plus, this was a pet-friendly room.No way was this adorable beagle the first canine to grace the couch.

He pawed at my forearm and tilted his head.

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