Cross the Line

We both groaned. “Fuck, Preston. This already feels fucking incredible.” I reached around to stroke his cock, holding myself in place. My dick was throbbing, desperate to be all the way inside him, but I held off.

“More,” he hissed. “Give me more.”

I flexed my hips, pushing further in, and he rocked back again, until I was finally buried inside his hot, tight hole.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing. “Fuck,” I muttered, looking down at the view of my cock inside him. Withdrawing almost all the way out, I paused for a second, then thrust all the way in.

“Kian, fuuuuck.” Preston’s voice was raw and so fucking hot, that I moaned. “Right there. Harder.”

That was when I really started to move, my hips thrusting forwards, in and out, as he pushed back against me. I reached around to grip his cock again, my hand stroking harder and faster as I fucked him.

“I don’t ever want to stop,” I whispered harshly. “You feel so good.”

He looked over his shoulder and our eyes met. “Don’t stop.”

Releasing his dick, I pistoned my hips even harder. He pressed his upper body do

wn into the mattress, his groans muffled by the pillow as I braced myself with my arms either side of him.

Reaching down, he began pumping his cock as I fucked him, and I was done for.

“Fuck, Preston.” My balls tightened, and my release spilled inside him, sending him over the edge. He clenched around me, hot cum shooting from his dick onto the sheets as he called out my name.

Panting, I eased out of him, and let him roll over onto his back before lowering myself onto his body. Our mingled breaths came fast and ragged, and sweat dripped from my hair onto his face.

I paused, attempting to calm my racing heart, and our eyes met.

He reached up and brushed my hair out of my eyes, then tugged me down to him so our foreheads pressed together. His low rumble vibrated against my chest.

“I don’t ever want to stop, either.”

A smile spread across my face, and I pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling his answering smile as his arms tightened around me.

I raised my head so I could meet his eyes.

“You’re fucking mine now, Golden Boy.”

10

Stretching, I rolled to the right, bleary-eyed, to check my phone. 7:06 a.m. Way, way too early. I groaned under my breath, rolling back towards the centre of the bed.

A pair of pale green eyes blinked sleepily at me.

“What time is it?” His voice was raspy from lack of sleep, and I smiled.

“Too early. Go back to sleep.”

His eyelids fluttered shut, and I sighed in relief. I wanted to stay in this bubble forever.

My gaze trailed over his tousled hair, down his face, and onto his exposed chest.

“You’re staring.”

“Sorry.”

His eyes blinked open again, and he yawned. “I feel like I’ve only had two hours’ sleep.”

“That’s probably because you have.” After everything that had gone down between us last night, we’d showered and I’d changed the sheets, and then we lay awake for hours, talking until one or both of us had finally succumbed to sleep around five in the morning.