Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

At the same time, I fill him with two fingers, fucking his hole while he moans into my shirt and his abs tighten and twitch with his deep breaths.

"Vance," I hear him groan around the fabric of my shirt.

I suck my cheeks in around his cock and stroke him slowly with my fingers, pulling out then easing slowly in and drawing out before I start to gently stroke his p-spot.

I can feel him losing control. His precum spills down my throat, and he grabs onto my head and pushes me down—something that he only ever does when he's out of his mind. He thrusts his hips toward me, making me choke as more precum leaks and his balls tighten.

Then he gives a strangled groan and holds my head more gently. I hear his muffled, "Love you." And he comes apart, trembling as he groans and blows down my throat, his whole body twitching with each thick rope of cum he spurts for me. Afterward, he goes still as I lap around him, and then draw my fingers out of his hole.

He groans again.

"You want me to leave them in, don't you?" I tease.

His eyes peek open. "Love you in me," he whispers, red-cheeked and spent.

"I could fuck you, you know. Right here in this stairwell. Fill you up and make you come again, till you're too tired to walk and have to hold onto me as we walk out to the car. How's that for a long, hard day?"

I can tell he likes the plan because his cock gives a twitch. I rub my fingertips along the sides of his shaft, gentle, waiting to see if he’s good for another go. I can’t resist kissing his mouth. I’m only going for a soft, sweet kind of thing—a little “I love you”—but soon we’re going at it and he’s getting harder in my fist. "Still got gas in the tank,” I whisper between kisses.

"I need more than that in the tank." He laughs as he says it, looking tired and happy.

"Oh, I know. You need a hose in this tank," I say, fingering his bottom. I feel a quick bolt of pride that he lets me do this now. That he trusts me enough to relax and let me take care of him. Let me fuck him. I love fucking his ass, making him lose control. Sometimes he needs it.

I take the lube packet I got from him earlier and coat my cock, which has been hard and throbbing since I made him come.

"Fast and dirty," I smile, holding his gaze as I pump his warm shaft. Then I push a finger into him. I love the way his hips jerk.

"That's right, McD.” My voice is husky from how much I want him. “Sometimes you just need to have your hole stuffed in a stairwell."

He groans at those words. My dirty Sky.

I push deeper and he comes off the floor. He grips my forearm, strokes it as I lean over him and kiss him. He moans into my mouth.

When I pull back, smiling at his lust-drunk look, he shuts his eyes and grits out, “Give it to me. Now, V.”

I do just that, shoving in so deep he gives a soft shout. Then I’m pounding him, and his whole body pebbles with chills.

"That's right, baby. Let me bring you home one more time."

Just a few strokes where I tease his prostate and I can feel him getting close to coming. He's so tight around my cock, and he's panting so loud.

"Vance. Oh..." He groans, and my balls throb. Then Luke jets like a geyser, and I'm coming from the look on his face.

“So damn perfect.” I lean down, wrapping him against me for a second. We both laugh, because that’s what we do—fuck in the stairwell and grin about it like a couple of miscreants. He seems out of it, flushed and still grinning, so after I right my own clothes, I help put him back together and pull him to his feet.

I give him a teasing smile. “You wanna shower before we go?”

He grins wider, dipping his head as he shakes it. “I can handle it.”

I squeeze his tight ass. “What a dirty boy.”

12

Vance

He leans his back against the stairwell door, and I kiss him slow and soft. He wraps his arms around my neck, his cheek warm against mine. “I love you Rayne,” he says, sounding husky.

"I love you more, my Sky babe." I play with the soft, short hairs at his nape.

"Let's go somewhere on the way home,” he says. “Let's go inside."

"Really?"

He looks down, as if he's just remembering his current cum-stuffed status. I swear, I see him fucking blush. "Maybe tomorrow?" he says.

I smirk. "Sure." I kiss his jaw. Smells damn good. We’re kissing again, and it’s the best I’ve felt all day—this moment with just us and nothing else, and no one.