Page 84 of The Road Home
Orson grunted beneath him, but it was gasps and groans of pleasure, not pain. He watched his face, seeing the love they shared staring right back at him as he reached for Orson's cock and started to stroke him, wanting Orson to come before he did, if at all possible.
Before long, he lost all track of time, his body, his mind, and his heart lost in the pleasure, in the extreme emotions that seemed to swamp through him. His hips slapped back and forth, Orson's tightness pulling him deeper. The two worked together, both finding the position that brought them the most pleasure and pushed their release closer.
"Jared, I'm gonna…."
That was good, because so was he. Jared forced his eyes open, wanting to see Orson's release, and he was rewarded as his cock pulsed and shot several streams of cum high into the air before falling back over his hand and stomach.
As Orson's ass tightened with his release, clamping around Jared, he lost all control of his own body, his orgasm rushing through him, causing him to cry out as he held on to Orson as if he'd die without him, and found his own completion.
His body shook as he held still, riding the aftermath of pleasure. Sweat dripped down his spine, but he couldn't move. Never before had anything rocked his world like this had. It was everything. More than he ever dreamed possible.
After a minute, he finally pulled out, his body still trembling as he pulled the condom off and tossed it into the trash beside the bed. Spent, he rolled to Orson's side, collecting him in his arms. "I love you."
"I love you too."
"Are you okay?"
"Other than exhausted and amazed at how great that was, yeah." Orson smiled as he kissed Jared softly. "I'm more than okay, honestly. No issues."
Jared nodded, closing his eyes as he rested his head against Orson's chest. He thought about getting up to clean them off, but as he looked down at Orson in his arms and found him asleep, he curled closer, figuring they could wait. Holding him like this was perfect and he never wanted to let go.
