Page 75 of Out of the Shadows
“It’s not too late to back out, you know. I won’t push you into anything you don’t want or aren’t comfortable with.”
“I know. It’s just — I don’t know, the enormity of it I suppose. It’s crossing a line — a line I want to cross,” I say quickly, because I don’t want him to think I’m having regrets or second thoughts about who I am and what we are together. But it’s not the only thing that’s rocking me with doubt and nerves. “I — I’m just worried I’ll be a crushing disappointment.”
He shakes his head. “You won’t be. You could never be that.”
Cosmo smiles. It’s soft and gentle and so loving my heart flips and somersaults and tumbles before landing with a flourish. His words have everything and nothing to do with the journey we’re about to embark upon.
I move in closer, trailing my lube soaked, trembling fingers across his entrance. His muscle flutters in response, and I suck in a loud breath.
“You’re just spreading that rich butter on warm toast remember,” Cosmo murmurs.
“You make it sound like I’m going to eat you.”
“Hmm, you will be but that’s for another time—ahhh!” he sighs, as I circle and press with a little more force.
He opens his legs wider in invite. It’s so tempting to ease my fingers inside him — one, two, three, more, like I’ve seen in my illicit forays into online porn — but more than that, I want to make this last, so I clamp my hands to his arse cheeks and knead his hard, flexing muscles, circling and widening him. Cosmo’s low groan trembles through me.
I run the tip of a finger down the crease between his arse cheeks and he quivers as I brush his hole. It flutters beneath my touch, mirroring the flutter deep in my stomach. I want to touch, I want to taste. I pull his cheeks wider and with a thumping heart I run my tongue along his crease.
Cosmo jerks and swears, and I rear back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”
He laughs and there’s a manic edge to it. “Sorry? Fucking Hell, Daniel, don’t be sorry for doing that.” With a groan he lets his head drop down between his shoulders.
I take another tentative lick, and the muscle quivers in response, begging for more. I cover him with my mouth and suck.
His taste is dark and deep and heavy, it’s like nothing I’ve ever savoured before and everything I know I want. I lick and suck and suck again, and groans and moans and mutterings fill the air around us. My lips and chin are wet with cool slick and hot saliva.
Under my mouth Cosmo shivers and gasps, as I rub my face into him, scraping my early morning scruff across the sensitive skin along the crack of his arse.
I pull back, needing a moment, just a moment to catch a breath. Heat throbs between my legs. My cock’s standing at full mast, glistening with juice, and harder than I’ve ever been before. The long vein running almost the full length is fat and pulsing with blood and now, in this moment, all I can think of is pushing into this incredible, captivating man, wanting to feel his heat as he feels mine, wanting him to scream my name as I push him over the edge.
Cosmo moves, changes positions, pulling me from my reverie. He’s looking at me from over his shoulder, and he smiles as his fingers find his entrance. My eyes strain wide. Cosmo’s touching himself, filling himself, stretching himself, two fingers then three, flexing, pushing deep, pulling out, pushing deeper. It’s mesmerising, intoxicating, and so incredibly, fucking amazing, and I can’t drag my eyes away.
“Just a little help.” His words are thick and heavy, slow and breathy.
I have to be in him. The imperative sets a fire under me, and I rip open the condom and roll it down my heated, heavy shaft. I don’t soften. All those times before when I’ve softened and have had to coax the hardness back, not just my cock wanting to run and hide but my head and my heart too. But not this time, not with this man, because this time is so different, and so, so right. I grab the discarded lube and coat my condom covered cock before slinging the tube aside and lining myself up behind Cosmo, the tip of my dick nudging at this hole. Clasping my hands to his hips, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.
But I don’t want it like this.
I flip Cosmo over and onto his back, and he yelps in surprise.
“I want to look into your eyes as I fuck you,” I growl.
I push his legs apart, opening him up, and he hooks one leg over my shoulder as he anchors himself. We’re both breathing hard and, as our eyes lock on each other’s, I wonder if I look as spaced out as he does. I line up again, the tip of my cock pressing at him. I feel the resistance but also the tremble, matching the one dancing down my backbone. Taking a deep, unsteady breath, I ease forward, gasping as I breach him. Cosmo’s cry fills the bedroom, and I freeze as my desire is replaced by the fear and panic that I’m hurting him, and I go to pull back.
“I’m sorry, so sorry, I don’t want to hurt—”
He grabs my shoulders.
“No. You think you’re hurting me?” He laughs but there’s something desperate about it. “Jesus Christ, Daniel. I want you to fuck me with everything you’ve got.”
His breath is hot, his eyes wild, high colour’s flooding his face, and his lips are swollen, red and damp. I crush my mouth to his, thrusting deep with my tongue as I thrust deep with my cock.
So hot, so tight, Cosmo’s muscles clench onto me. I squeeze my eyes closed, kissing him hard and deep, wanting to climb into his skin. With every thrust he meets me with his own. I pull out almost to the tip before I hammer back in, keeping up a hard rhythm I know can’t last as heat rises in me and my balls tighten and tingle.
Our bodies writhe against each other’s. Cosmo’s breathing hard and muttering and moaning, his words incomprehensible. He arches his neck, almost in offering, and I clamp my lips just above his collarbone and suck hard, pulling the skin between my teeth knowing that I’m marking him, marking what we’re doing here, together, and what it means.
