Take Me

“Are you ready for me? Are you ready for my cock?” I asked.

His grunt of affirmation turned to a deep, fulfilled sigh as I entered him, stretching his sensitive tissue, plunging deep. This was where I belonged, where I would always belong.

I leaned in, my lips skimming his throat before I growled in his ear. “Mine.”

“Yours. Always,” Elliot echoed.

I reached around him, catching hold of his throbbing cock and stroking it in time to my strokes into his ass. He gripped me like a glove, practically milking me.

“Oh, yes. Deep, just like that. Fuck me, Garret.” He twisted his head around, hungry for my kiss, and I covered his mouth with mine to muffle his cries of delight.

Instinct took over as I craved for release. My body moved of its own accord, my hips pumping, my pelvis slamming into his ass. He moaned into my mouth, our tongues dancing, and there was nothing in the world but the feel of him. His taste, his sound, all of him overwhelming my senses and pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“I'm going to come,” I managed to gasp between kisses while his lips moved over my jaw, my neck. “I'm going to come inside you.”

“Yes. Give it to me. Give me every drop,” Elliot said.

It was the hunger in his voice that did it, that finally pushed me over the edge. I slammed myself deep, our balls slapping together with the force, and a moment later, I exploded. Cum gushed out of me in great blasts, filling him until it dripped around my shaft and ran down his ass crack.

“Will you come for me?” I was still locked inside him, though I hadn't given him my knot.

Someday soon, we would have time to indulge in each other for as long as we wished but not now. If anything, the suddenness of this had made it even more exciting. My fist was a blur, moving up and down his cock while my own continued to buck and drip inside of him.

“Yes...yes...I'm coming!”

And he did. Great spurts shot from his tip and splashed the trunk of the tree like an erotic abstract painting. Again and again he splashed his seed over the bark until he was spent, almost collapsing against me.

I held him, his back to my chest, both of us gasping as we tried to catch our breath. He turned his face to mine, wearing a drowsy smile, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “I do love you,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my skin as he panted into my mouth.

“And I you.” It was the most profound truth of my life, and nothing would ever change it. “Always.”