Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

Then he straddles my chest with his ass facing me. I squeeze one of his cheeks as he pulls my sheathed cock up off my abs. I hear him exhale, see his balls from behind, swinging gently, as he rises into a slight crouch. I hold myself at the base, and his fingers stroke mine briefly as he positions himself over me…and then sinks slowly down onto my big, rubber-studded-and-ribbed turbo boner.

Jesus, it’s so soft and wet inside the thing. When he takes my tip in, the whole thing grips me tighter. I can feel him shudder, feel him tense, and then he groans, and I’m encased in his warmth inch by damn delicious inch.

There are things I want to do. I want to open my eyes, stroke his back with my hand. But as he moves on me, the loop around my balls tugs my sac, and I shift in response, making the plug pushed up my hole rub—

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Sky. Ohhh fuck…ohhhh fuck.”

A wave of heat rushes through my cock and balls. The plug is moving in me…and Sky’s moving too. His hand comes over my balls, squeezed tight by the toy, and I jerk, which makes him curse, and then he’s really bouncing. He’s groaning, low and hoarse, and I can feel him shudder.

“Rayne. Oh God.”

“Ride me,” I manage.

I feel him tighten around the toy, which makes the ribbing on the inside grip my shaft. I’m gonna come soon—fuck. I stretch my legs, lifting my hips to thrust up toward Sky. He grunts as I fill him deep. I can feel his body tremble. One more pump from his hole stretched around me…one more warm slide of the toy over my cock…and the ring tugging my balls…and the plug shifting, and I’m shouting as I blow.

I reach out to touch his back as I do, wanting the connection. As soon as my hand brushes his sweaty, chill-swept skin, I feel my cum filling the sheath, and I feel Sky’s explosion dripping down my balls.

“Ohhhh shit.” It feels like heaven. Like I might black out from system fucking overload.

He makes a hoarse, spent sound as he moves off me. I can feel him panting as he crawls between my legs and starts to take the toy off…and out. He pulls the cock sheath off me, and I groan as the thing comes off, dragging soft silicon over my sensation-shocked cock. He gives it a gentle squeeze, a little “thank you,” and cum drips all over my abs. I moan as he pushes my balls through the ring, and then he’s drawing the plug out. All my junk is wet and cool and sticky—but I’m dirty, and I fucking like it.

When I drag my eyelids open, I find Sky smirking down on me, sitting back on his haunches, like his backside’s not aching.

“Who’s in charge here, Vance Rayne?” he whispers.

“You.” I’m smiling as I shut my eyes, so I’m surprised when Sky drapes himself over me, his heavy body almost too much weight before he props up on an elbow. His mouth closes over mine and he kisses me deep, biting my lip before he moves his toothpaste-scented mouth off mine.

“Nah, I’m not. You’re the one who makes the world turn.” He smiles against my cheek, a fleeting thing, before he sucks at my throat hard enough to leave a hickey. “I still like to toy with you, though.”

He gives my chin a parting nip, and shivers wrack me.

Then he’s off the bed and into the bathroom, taking our toy with him. He comes back a few minutes later with a towel around his waist and a warm, damp wash cloth. When I reach for it, he doesn’t give it to me. His gaze holds mine as he cleans me with care.

“Don’t worry about me, Rayne. I can sleep if you’re beside me.”

He lies on his side and hugs me to his chest, kissing my forehead before draping one arm around me.

“Love you.” He sounds worn out.

“I love you, my Sky.” I squeeze him hard, and I can feel his body slacken. “Go to sleep,” I whisper—and he does—within the minute.

I wait as long as I can before I slide my arm out from behind his neck and reach under my pillow. After another moment to be sure he’s sleeping, I close my lips around the inhaler, compress the top, and fill my lungs.

2

Luke

I wake up in the blue light of dawn feeling heavy. It's the kind of good, sleep-heavy that I’d relish on the yacht. I’d wedge my leg between Rayne's warm ones, wrap an arm around him from behind, rub my morning wood against his flank, and shut my eyes and see what happened first: sleep drags me back under, or my dick won't deflate, so I have to stroke V's hips until his swelling cock wakes him and he rolls over toward me, warm hand trailing down my chest as he goes for my dick.