Page 27 of Bond Strength

He glanced back. “Define fucked. I’ve had a girl fuck my ass with a toy.”

My god. Why had we circled around each other for so long? Deep in my gut, something told me Declan was perfect for me, and this confirmed it.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I settled behind him again. I lined the tip of my cock up to his hole and pushed in. Declan’s tight heat enveloped me with an ease that made it clear he hadn’t been lying about being comfortable with ass play. If anyone could handle some of my kinkier fantasies…well, I might have met my match in Declan Brannon. “I’m your first guy, right?”

“I think I would’ve considered myself bisexual far earlier than now if I’d fucked a guy,” he said dryly. “Is that all you’re packing?”

Enough of that. If he was coherent enough for sass, I wasn’t doing my job.

“You’re such a brat. I was trying to let you adjust.”

I pushed in the rest of the way, and holy fuck, the squeeze of his hole nearly wrecked me. A long, low moan escaped Declan. Pride thrummed through me. I needed to move, but I also needed to take a moment so I didn’t come in seconds. Teasing and tasting Declan for ages had ramped me up to an unbearable point, and this blew every fantasy of mine out of the water.

“Not enough for you?” I challenged.

“Mmm,” he gasped. “Perfect.”

My chest squeezed tight. Those words felt profound, a reflection of everything that culminated in this moment. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Collecting myself, I pulled away and thrust back in, coaxing another moan from Declan. The storm was growing quieter, and in the dark, the absence of the normal background noises inside a house, Declan’s cries echoed louder than ever. He fit around my cock like a dream, and when I fucked into him again, my eyes rolled back. Goddamn. I worked myself into a rhythm, gripping tight to his hips. Pure bliss traveled through me with every move.

“Oh god,” he gasped. “Ngh.”

The tremulous oranges from the lantern danced across his back, the mixture of deep shadows and threadbare light creating a stark contrast. I thrust harder, and his cheeks bounced in response, the plushness ratcheting up my need. My balls ached, but I couldn’t stop this train now that it had left the station. Fuck, connected like this, I never wanted to pull away. I pumped into him with a growing speedthat fit the desperation riding me. Whether I was desperate for release or desperate to merge with him warred because this was every silent fantasy I’d ever held come to life.

I hadn’t even come yet, and I was already wrecked.

Sweat beaded on my forehead from how damn good he felt. “God, you’re like sin. I could fuck you every day, and it wouldn’t be enough.”

I slammed in again, and Declan let out a loud cry. The slap, slap, slap of skin smacking together echoed in the room, and the sting each time emphasized that this was real. This was happening. Adrenaline pumped hot and heavy through my veins, driving me onward.

The lust became so heady I grew savage with the way I rode him. He sagged into the mattress, arms splayed in surrender, his moans creating a gorgeous melody that mixed with our panted breaths and the thwack of sweaty skin against sweaty skin. All that existed was the ferocity of our collision, far more intense than the receding storm. My vision narrowed to the gorgeous man in front of me, to the grip of his hole stretched around my cock, how it tunneled in and out of his sexy ass. The wet sounds of the lube as I fucked him mingled with the guttural grunts and groans we both let out. I gripped him so tight along the hips I’d leave marks.

Except I relished that.

Declan’s hair was tousled, his head tilted back in surrender, and the sight struck me square in the chest. My balls ached with fierce intensity, and my jaw tensed as I fucked Declan fast and hard. Sweat blurred my vision, stinging, and I lost myself in this animalistic claiming. I snapped my hips forward on automatic, unholy growls escaping from me in the process.

Declan fisted the sheets, his cries growing louder and louder. The tension inside me became unbearable, the thread stretching, stretching, stretching.

His hole spasmed around my cock, and that was all it took.

The tension unleashed as I came.

I fucked him through my orgasm, cum flooding the condom. The sheer force almost had me blacking out, and my limbs tensed at the same time. Sheer pleasure flooded me with a stronger detonation than a nitroglycerin bomb, and I thrust deep inside him and stilled. My whole body was wrung out from how hard I’d come, and my breaths sawed out of me, the sweat dripping off me. I licked my lips, tasting the salt of it, and remained here, not wanting to move.

Not wanting to separate from Declan.

My heart lurched. As much as I’d dreamed of fucking him, of being with him, I’d never expected it to happen. And now that it had, I was terrified this connection might slip through my fingers.

“Holy fuck.” Declan slumped forward. The movement caused my cock to slip out of his ass. He flopped face-first into the mattress, not moving.

“Do you need me to get you off?” I ran a hand along his side.

“Already came,” he muttered into the comforter. “Again.”

Heat flushed through me as I collapsed beside him. Goddamn. So, that was what had tugged me over the edge. “You can’t possibly be real.”

Declan shifted his head and looked at me, his glasses crooked. “Not a figment of your imagination. Pretty sure we outgrew imaginary friends a while back.”

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