Bat Boy (Easton U Pirates 1)

I carefully pushed my finger against him, working it inside and watching his face as he released a series of stuttering pants. “Jesus, you’re so warm and tight.”

I wondered at the idea of my cock fitting inside him as I added another digit at his request. He rocked against me and groaned. When my finger brushed against something small and firm inside him, he practically levitated off the bed.

“Guess I found your prostate,” I marveled as he pressed a pillow over his head, attempting to muffle his sounds.

After another minute of writhing, he reached for the condom and tore it open, a determined look in his eyes. “Please,” he begged, then sat up and helped me roll the condom down my very stiff shaft. Just that action alone made my nuts want to unload.

Before I could reason through positions or what to do next, he straddled my legs, reached for my shaft, and stroked with a tight fist. “I think this way will work best.”

I could only nod as he shifted upward, then angled my cock between his cheeks.

And oh, damn, damn, damn, my cock was about to be inside him. It felt like a dream.

My lips parted in a silent gasp as he slowly lowered himself on my shaft, taking me inside his body, and the sensation was indescribable.

“Oh God. I can’t…hold on…” I pleaded, stilling him with my fingers digging into his thighs. “I think I might die. I’ve never felt anything this amazing in my life.”

His smile was adorable as he leaned down to peck my nose, then my lips. “Your cock feels incredible. Don’t think I can have anyone else inside me after this.”

My hands gripped his waist for leverage as my eyes nearly crossed. “You can’t say stuff like that.”

“Just you and me, remember? So I can say all the swoony stuff I want,” he said in a tight voice, as if hanging by a thread. “Tell me when I can keep moving before I die.”

“Ready,” I replied, clenching my jaw. And then he started moving, rotating his hips in this enticing way as his balls and cock bobbed and precome gathered at the tip. My breathing was labored, my muscles vibrating, as I skated right along the edge.

I’d never forget this night with him, and I wanted to make sure it was as good for him as it was for me before it was all over in a flash.

“Tell me what you need,” I said, sliding my hands up his thighs as he lifted and moved over me.

“You can jerk me,” he replied, and my hand immediately fisted his shaft and began stroking in time with his thrusts. It was sloppy and took us a second to get our rhythm down, but it was so fucking good, and it took everything I had not to erupt.

But it was less than a minute more when his body tensed, his ass squeezing my cock in a vise grip. He groaned, and I felt his come hitting my stomach and dripping over my fist. It was so sexy, there was no way I could hold back any longer. My eyesight fuzzed as I finally let go, and it was such sweet surrender, my orgasm rolling over me in wave after delicious wave as I shuddered my way through it.

When I felt Kellan slump forward, I wrapped my arms around him, kissed his head, and held on to him for dear life, never wanting to let him go. “Thank you for that.”

“No, thank you,” he said in a wrecked voice. “For giving me a piece of yourself.”

I embraced him even tighter, trying to hold the fragments of myself together as my heart positively ached. I want to give all of myself to you.

I tried to keep reality at bay for as long as I could as we kissed lazily, then got cleaned up with a towel from the bathroom.

I held him for a while longer, my chest feeling buoyant and packed tight with emotion at the same time. When I felt him drift into sleep, I untangled myself and slipped into my clothes with a profound heaviness to my limbs. I knew when I saw him next, I’d have to pretend he hadn’t just rocked my world and made me fall even deeper. But at least we had this—this little snapshot of overwhelming bliss—and I was going to have to live with that, it would have to suffice.

22

Kellan

Had last night been a dream? Did Donovan and I actually have amazing freaking sex?

I rolled over in my bed, and yep, my ass was definitely tender, and the sheets still smelled like sex even though he’d left hours ago.

I’d be in a world of hurt by the time this was all over between us, but I didn’t regret it, not for a minute. Not when it came to Donovan. Watching him chase his own orgasm had been gratifying. And when he held me so gently afterward, it filled me with something I didn’t even know I was missing—until he left and made me ache for him all over again.