Page 41 of Confessions of Pain

He looked away, but I heard his whispered answer. “No, I don’t.”

I leaned over him, putting the weight of my body on his and said, “Yes, you do. These comments about hurting you if I want to and all that bullshit you do with Jax isn’t going to cut it with me, Kels. I like it rough every now and then just like everybody else, but when that happens, it will be to give you pleasure, not punishment. I don’t like you saying that shit and it needs to stop,” I growled.

His head dropped to the mattress for several seconds before he raised it again. “I told you there’s nothing between Jax and me—not like you’re thinking, at least. As for my negative thoughts and stuff, you almost make me believe it when you say it.” He looked over his shoulder at me again. “Keep saying it, Gabe. I’ll keep telling you how sorry I am and you keep telling me I’m worth forgiving.”

His words broke my heart. I’d done this to him. I’d turned him into someone who hated himself…and I hated myself for doing it. “You’re worth the world to me, Kels.”

His body relaxed immediately and I vowed to spend the rest of my life making up for leaving him behind, regardless of the reason. “Tell me you want this. I need to hear it.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Gabriel Maverick. Always have and always will.”

I leaned over and kissed the curve of his ass cheek and then let my finger toy with his puckered entrance. He sucked in a breath, but pushed against me at the same time. I peppered him with kisses and playful nips while my finger slowly worked inside of him. He was so damned tight, so damned hot. My other hand stroked the curve of his back while my finger pushed in and out, searching for the spot that would make him fall to pieces. The second I found the small bundle of nerves and massaged it with the tip of my finger, he let out a yelp and slammed his head against the bedframe.

“Fuck! What the fuck was that?” he said, moaning as he pushed back against my finger and rubbing the top of his head at the same time. “Can you do that again? Damn, Gabe, that felt…”

He yelped again and suddenly rose into a position where he was only on his knees and his arms had reached over his head to grab my hair and tug hard enough to make me wince…and my cock weep. Surely to fuck he’d had his prostate played with before? He’d said he was experienced in the sex department. His fingers continued to frantically pull at my hair. I pushed my chest against his back and continued to toy with the nub of nerves. “You like that, angel?” I purred in his ear. “Surely you’ve been introduced to your prostate before?”

His brow crinkled into a frown. “Stop talking. I need to concentrate on how this feels. Holy fuck, that’s good. Is this normal?” He gasped and then said, “Okay, stop. It’s too much. Too good. I need you inside of me right now.” His voice was urgent, desperate almost.

“You need more prep. We’ve got all night.” I sucked the back of his shoulder hard enough to bring blood to the surface—my brand on him for everybody to see. “Relax and let me show your body how much I missed you.”

“Nu-uh. No. That won’t work,” he muttered in frustration. “Let’s do a quickie, knock the edge off, and then we can have a night of exploration. I think you’ve learned a lot of things I’m going to be most interested in you teaching me.” His hand reached around and wrapped around my cock, giving me a good squeeze. “But first things first. I need this inside of me. I need to be yours again.”

With a smile, I put my hand on the base of his neck and pushed him forward until he was head down/ass up in front of me. “Well, when you ask so nicely. Just don’t let me hurt you.”

I ripped the condom open with my teeth, worked it onto my cock, and then lathered myself with lube. He was so fucking tight. Of all the things we’d both done wrong to each other, this needed to be right. When I was suited up, I used one hand to spread his cheeks and the other to place the head of my cock against his entrance. All the work I’d done with my finger had closed right back up again, so when I started to push inside, I was as gentle as possible.

I heard his moan, but it sounded a hell of a lot like pleasure. When the head of my cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, explosions went off inside of me. Through a haze of pleasure, I saw his fingers grip the sheets in a tight fist.

“Yessss!” he shouted, loud enough that even if my friends were still downstairs, they had to have heard him.

“I love you, Kels,” I whispered as I pushed forward. He pushed back against me and before I could draw another breath, my cock was buried completely inside of him. My balls, hard and begging for release, pushed against his taint and my hands gripped his hips so tightly that bruises would mar his flesh by morning. For some reason, the outline of my fingers imprinted on Kelsey’s skin was about the sexiest image imaginable.

“Always,” he answered between pants of breath. “Fuck me, Gabe.”

It was all I needed. I pulled out and then slowly pushed back inside of him, watching my cock disappear into the man I’d always loved. Slow and gentle…until he was squirming in frustration and my balls threatened to explode. Then, finally, fast and hard, my fingers holding tighter and my balls slapping against him with every thrust.

Words I couldn’t understand and sounds that I loved tumbled from Kelsey’s lips with each thrust. Our bodies were slickened with sweat and the entire room smelled of sex. I was in Heaven. Literally. Because I was inside Kelsey.

“Oh, fuck, Gabe. I’m gonna come,” he hissed. “Harder. I need it harder.”

I hadn’t even touched his cock yet and he was on the edge of coming. I reached around our bodies, gripped his leaking cock, and pushed him right over the edge. I quickly followed, bellowing my release with a final deep thrust.

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