“Gav, stop,” I pant.
He pulls off my dick with a pop, staring up at me with those big blue eyes, his full lips swollen and wet.
Desperate to claim him, I haul Gavin to his feet and throw him onto the bed, climbing on top until we’re eye to eye, our bodies lined up perfectly.
“What about everyone downstairs,” Gavin rasps as I lick my way across his lightly stubbled jaw to the sensitive pulse point on his neck.
“Fuck ‘em.”
I bite down on that sweet spot and grind our hips together simultaneously, earning a long, loud moan.
“Shit, Mitch. Oh god. Fuu-uuuck.”
I slide down his body, licking and kissing my way across his chest, following the blonde hair down his stomach.
“You don’t have to, Mitch,” he whispers.
Breathing in his scent, I reply. “I want to.” Tentatively, I drag my tongue up the base of his smooth cock and then swirl it around the head. He moans, arching back as his fingers thread through my hair.
“So good, baby.”
Holding the thick length upright, I stretch my mouth around the flared head and suck, hard.
“Fuck! Holy shit, Mitch,” he stutters. His hips thrust off the bed and I choke a little. “Jesus, sorry. It’s just so…”
His words die as I recover and begin to move my hand and mouth in tandem, getting a taste of precome with each lash of my tongue over his slit. As his breathing gets louder, I pull off, my chest already sore from exertion. “God you taste good, Gavin.”
“Come up here,” he rasps, his eyes unfocused and his mouth half open. I climb up the bed, once again settling on top of him with our hips lined up.
One of Gavin’s hands finds my ass, pulling me closer to add pressure between our stiff cocks. His other hand weaves into the thick hair at the top of my skull. Gavin tugs hard, sending a shock of pain/pleasure across my scalp. He uses my hair to direct my lips back to his, claiming me in the messiest, hottest, dirtiest mouth fuck of my life. His tongue plunges in deep, pulling back before diving in again.
My breathing kicks up another notch as he gives lifts his hips to thrust against me. Now my wound is on fire, but short of my chest tearing open, nothing is going to stop me from being with Gavin.
I reach between us, swiping my hand over the heads of our cocks, smearing both of our precome down our combined lengths. Getting a good grip around us, I begin to move.
“Oh god,” Gavin groans when the head of my cock rubs the sensitive underside of his with each pass. The sounds he makes are so erotic, my pace falters when he cries out. Yet I continue bucking against him while stroking our cocks in time with each thrust, never stopping, never wanting to stop, never wanting to let him go again.
Gavin throws his head back and hisses my name, arching his neck and grinding his head into the bed. I nip at the strained tendons with my teeth and lick a wet path across his Adam’s apple, reveling in his pleasure.
“Jesus, I’m already close,” I moan. My balls tighten and the familiar tingling sensation swirls in the base of my spine.
“Me too, baby. Give it to me,” Gavin begs, digging his heels into the mattress to counter each one of my thrusts with one of his own.
I move faster, the slick moisture from our cocks giving just enough lubrication to keep the friction on this side of painful. It’s glorious, like discovering something new and amazing and coming home at the same time. My breath is coming hard and fast, matching Gavin’s heavy gasps. His eyes glaze over and his body stiffens, his mouth opening in a silent scream.
Then, he shouts, loud and uninhibited. “Oh god, oh god, yes! Fuck, Mitch!”
Gavin’s release spurts out between us, hot and thick and filling the air with the scent of sex. I watch his gorgeous face contort with ecstasy and it tips me over the edge.
“Fuck, Gav. So fucking good. You’re so goddamn perfect.” Sparks explode behind my eyelids, shorting out my brain as sweat drips down my temple. I feel Gavin shudder and it sends me flying. “Uuuhhh!”
Cum erupts from my cock, joining Gavin’s, wet and slick between our bodies as I stroke myself to completion. I let out a final gasp before collapsing on top of him, sated and exhausted and feeling better than I have in weeks even though my chest burns like hell.
Gavin’s eyes flutter open and he starts to speak, the bliss on his face replaced by the demand for answers.
“Wait.” I hold up a finger. “Let me clean us up.”
After grabbing my shirt off the floor and doing my best to wipe up the mess, I open the bedroom door and listen for voices. Not hearing anything I close it again and shoot a text to Sasha.