#Rev (GearShark #2)(19)
And then his swollen tip hit my prostate. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
“T?” Drew stilled, looking down at me.
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop,” I ground out and shoved down on his dick.
His smile was brilliant, and he moved with renewed force. This time he was a little rougher, a little deeper, like he knew exactly where to hit.
I shuddered and grabbed for his hands. He only let me have one, linking our fingers together.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, man.” He panted, pushing deep and holding himself there. “I want to see you come.”
Before I could say anything, he grabbed my pulsing cock and worked it. His dick was still buried deep, and he rocked farther. His head came right up against my prostate, and my stomach muscles started to quiver.
“There,” I rasped.
He repeated the same action with his hips and pressed the pad of his thumb against the base of my head.
My shoulders came up off the bed as an orgasm nearly ripped me in two. It was so powerful I felt a twinge of pain in my ribs, but even as I registered it, I forgot it.
One of Drew’s hands slapped over my mouth just before I gave a yell as my body quaked and I emptied all over my chest.
God. Damn.
He left his hand over my lips until I collapsed against the bed, panting and sweating.
His hand left my cock and his hips started moving frantically, pounding in me, chasing the orgasm building in his balls.
I bore down until I felt them between my legs and a choked sound came out of his throat.
“Now.” He jerked back, but I was ready for him and lifted my legs to lock them around him, pressing him deep once more.
“Trent, I can’t hold it.”
“Go,” I told him. “I want it all.”
His eyes flared, then rolled back in his head. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and a renewed sense of desire washed over me. Even with the condom, I felt his seed spill out as he trembled through the pleasure.
Even after the orgasm released him, he jerked with tiny aftershocks. Drew went boneless, all the tension left his body, and when his eyes found mine, there was wonder shining in them.
He swayed a little, like he was off balance. He was still inside me, and I wasn’t ready to let that go.
“Come here.” I grabbed for him and pulled him down.
He held himself stiff, not wanting to put his weight on my ribs, and I made a frustrated sound, wrapped both my arms around his body, and held him close.
“I can take it for a minute.” I promised.
He sighed, and all his weight settled.
I wasn’t sure what was better, lying here with him in a tangle of limbs, slick with sweat, or the orgasm that almost tore me in two.
Lie alert! I knew.
The orgasm.
But holding him like this was a close second.
A few minutes later, he lifted his head. “Please, frat boy. Please tell me you liked that.”
“Uh, you’re literally lying in my jizz.” I patted his back. “And if you hadn’t slapped your hand over my mouth, I’m pretty sure the entire house would have heard us.”
“I don’t even care,” he muttered, his cheek pillowed on my shoulder again.
A rush of tenderness overcame me. Impulsively, I kissed his hairline. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”
It was the honest truth. It was the reason I never pushed for sex and wanted to take it slow. It was the reason I would have waited for years.
He laughed.
Seconds later, he rolled onto his side and faced me. I turned my head so I could look into his eyes. “I’d been nervous about it until tonight,” he admitted.
I nodded, understanding. “Why not tonight?” I asked.
“I almost lost you.”
Sometimes he spoke so honestly it made me ache.
“It made me realize the only thing I was truly scared of was anything you weren’t around for.”
I wanted to turn on my side and mirror his position, to bring my nose close to his. I couldn’t because of my ribs, because I was sore from all the movement, but I would never admit that. I would never ever say anything to spoil what we just shared.
I settled for scooting a little closer, turning my head a little farther. I found his hand and grabbed on. “I asked the eight ball about us again,” I confided.
His eyes widened. “What did it say?”
I made a face. “Don’t count on it.”
“Fucking eight ball.” He chuckled.
“I’m beginning to think it has a problem with gays.”
He threw back his head and laughed. The force of it made him roll away a little. When he glanced back at me, I nodded sagely, and he started laughing all over again.
I will never stop loving him.
Never.
He could kill a thousand people, run off with a woman, and steal all my money and my heart would still skip a beat for him.
When he was done laughing, he rolled close again.
“I learned something, too, though.” I began. “The second that stupid answer floated to the surface, everything in me revolted. Even though it was the answer I wanted to see, I was hoping it would say different.”
“Nothing like being told what you don’t want to hear to make it crystal clear how you really feel,” he surmised.
“For the record, I never really wanted to end things.”