Page 39 of Fall of Us
As my thighs hit the mattress, I fell backward. My eyes snagged on the man who loomed over me as he removed his shirt. I did my best to drink him in with my impeded eyesight as he slowly removed his clothes and crawled over me. He was easier to see up close, and I was thankful when I could make out the fine lines of the tattoos that scattered his chest.
“God, you’re perfect,” I murmured as his lips landed on mine once more. Our tongues met in a tango as his body rocked over mine. My palms found the warm skin of his back and slid lower to the firm globes of his ass.
Needing more contact with his skin, my hands shoved at my sweatpants until we were naked on the bed together. It had been almost two weeks since we’d done this, and it had been two weeks too many.
Andrew positioned his body to fit against mine and the room filled with the sounds of us sliding against each other and groaning. Our hands roamed and lips sucked and teased, his sliding down my chest, finding a nipple that was begging for his attention.
The second his teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh, a hiss escaped me. My fingers wrapped into his hair as he continued to lavish attention on my chest. My dick was aching and leaking between my legs, desperate for the friction he willingly gave me as we continued to bump and grind.
Andrew continued to slide lower, dragging his tongue along my happy trail to the root of my cock. My eyes closed to soak in thesensations as his hand wrapped around me to guide the dripping tip to his mouth. The moist heat that surrounded me was heaven. My hips bucked on their own, seeking more of that suction he was giving me so freely.
“Andrew.” His name left my lips on a whine as his head bobbed between my spread thighs. I was wanton and crazed with hunger for him. My fingers tightened in his hair as he took me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me. Little zings of ecstasy shot through me as he kept up the pace and if he didn’t stop, this was going to end before we got started. Not that I was really complaining. He’d already said it. We had nothing but time.
As the edge approached, my toes curling into the sheets, Andrew popped off my length, eyes glossed over with heat and drool running down his chin. He was the picture of dirty perfection and all mine. I knew what was happening the second he leaned over to my nightstand to open a drawer.
Maybe it should feel odd that he didn’t need to ask permission, that he knew my personal space so well. But this was Andrew. He should know all these things about me.
It didn’t stop my heart from racing when the bottle came into view. It didn’t stop the explosion of butterflies and nerves the second the cap snapped open. What if I didn’t live up? What if this really changed everything? We’d fooled around, but this was the last line. There’d be no coming back from this. This was our joining and becoming one. Just like we should have always been.
“Stop thinking so much.” Andrew was the picture of cool, calm, and collected as he drizzled the lube over his fingers. It shouldn’t amaze me he was able to read me so well. My entire body had locked up.
“It’s sort of hard not to.”
He chuckled, leaning over me to place a quick kiss against my lips. “If you don’t want this now, we can stop. We don’t have to do anything else.”
That wasn’t what I wanted at all. The thought of him stopping made my skin tight and panic settle. I needed this like I needed air. Andrew was like coming home. He was meant to be mine and the more we were together this way, the more stupid I felt for fighting this for so long.
“Now. I need it now.”
Andrew smiled against my lips as a cool finger found the puckered entrance between my legs. I hissed at the contact, but relaxed to allow him in. The feeling of letting my best friend into my body was overwhelming. My chest was tight with emotions as tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. I wanted this so damn bad.
“Hurry.”
Andrew laughed again at my impatience, but didn’t move any faster. He worked his finger in and out of me at such a slow pace; I was surely going to die. My hips rocked of their own accord, seeking friction against his finger inside me, trying to angle it tohit that magic spot just right. His free hand grasped my hip to stall my motion, and I let out a sound of frustration.
“Easy, Brandon. I told you; you deserve to be worshiped.”
I collapsed onto the bed, throwing my arms up over my eyes. He was killing me. It all felt amazing, and I appreciated what he was trying to do, but there would be plenty of time for worshiping later. I wanted to feel him, to be possessed.
When the second finger pressed at my hole, I pushed against it, desperate for it to penetrate. I wanted the stretch, the burn. Thankfully, Andrew finally gave in the littlest bit and pressed harder, deeper, fucking me with his fingers as I writhed against the bed.
I lifted my arm from my face and Andrew looked like he was deep in concentration. His brow was furrowed and spotted with sweat as he focused on his task. He was so damn sexy like this. Instead of covering my face again, I soaked Andrew in, working me so intently. I’d waited long enough for him. This wasn’t a dream anymore.
That third finger burned, making my bottom half lift from the mattress. Andrew looked up at me to make sure I was okay. No words were needed, and he took my quick nod as response enough. On the next thrust of his fingers, he found that magic spot, brushing my prostate, and stars exploded across my vision. Nonsensical words fell from me as he hit it again and again.
The nonsense sounds changed to curses the second his digits left my body. It was short-lived as he upturned the bottle of lube over that gorgeous cock of his and rubbed it over the length. His deep chocolate eyes locked on mine as he lined up with my hole and time stood still.
Stars and planets aligned. Galaxies and parallel universes met. This was the moment in time when we became Brandon and Andrew as one person, no longer separate. As Andrew pushed forward, I couldn’t look away had I wanted to. I couldn’t resist being drawn into him, into this moment of perfection.
“Oh, fuck,” he panted as he pushed forward, one hand on my hip and one guiding his dick. His forehead crinkled as he did his best to maintain a steady pace. “Why does it feel so perfect? I want to live here.”
Maybe it was all a little cheesy, but it was us. It was the culmination of years of pining and wanting.
When Andrew was fully seated, hips to my ass, we stayed motionless. Our eyes remained locked as the room filled with nothing but the sounds of our panting breaths. This was right. I was whole. For the first time in my life, I was whole because Andrew was finally inside of me, and we were really doing this.
The first thrust knocked the air from my lungs, but I scrambled to grasp Andrew’s arms. My fingers wrapped around his forearms as he fucked me, slow and gentle. This wasn’t fucking, it waslovemaking. There would never be “just a fuck” between us. We were so much more.
Sweat dripped from his hair onto my chest as he flexed his hips again and again, his cock hitting that magic spot every single time. This was the most amazing experience of my entire life. Andrew continued to pound into me, and the moans that fell from his lips were music to my ears. This was what I should have had all along.
