“Let’s test that theory. Kick off your sweats and get on the bed.”

I have my sweats off before he can fully issue the command.

“On your back,” he says when I position myself with my ass in the air.

The intimacy of being that close to him while he takes me makes me shiver. I rode his cock the first time, but that still left quite a bit of distance between our faces. Maybe he’ll end up on his knees, lifting my ass in the air. My cock pulses, precum dribbling from the tip at knowing just how good those strokes will feel against my prostate.

“God,” he whispers. “Do you have any idea how perfect you look like this?”

It seems like a rhetorical question, so I don’t answer. It’s not like I could form words right now anyway.

I bite my bottom lip as I watch him strip completely before rolling a condom down his cock. He coats his shaft in lube, the tips of his fingers teasing that sensitive spot just under the head.

“How much prep do you need?” he asks as he climbs on the bed.

“None,” I tell him honestly, hating that I couldn’t predict him coming here tonight.

If I had, I never would’ve shoved that toy in my ass earlier.

“You’re sure?” he asks, settling between my thighs as he brushes a lubed finger over my hole.

“That feels fucking amazing,” I gasp when he slips two fingers into me.

“This is going to feel better,” he promises, lining the tip of himself up and inching the head of his cock inside of me.

I groan, the sound half relief, half intense urgency.

Resting my hands on his thighs, I watch his face rather than where we’re joined.

His eyes roll, his mouth hanging open an inch as he slowly feeds himself inside of me.

I miss the burn that should be there with his invasion, hating myself a little for my earlier playtime.

“Arch,” he groans. “So fucking perfect.”

His hands trace my thighs, my abdomen, and as they travel up my body, he sinks deeper, not only the part of him inside of me but his body on mine. His stomach rolls against mine, then our chests meet.

His lips are next, barely brushing mine before he pulls back an inch.

This is the intimacy I was worried about, his eyes blinking down at mine as if he’s trying to infiltrate my soul. I could tell him he’s already there, already a part of me, but that would be taking things a step too far.

I lift my legs higher, giving him more room to drive a little deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, and with that I have to look away from him. It’s bad enough that he drops the last two letters of my name, but the pet name has the power to kill me.

“Don’t,” he says, his hand urgent on my jaw until I’m looking right back in his eyes. “Please don’t look away from me.”

My eyes burn with unshed tears.

“Feel good?”

“So fucking good,” I answer, doing my best to focus on the pleasure my body is feeling rather than the emotional pain threatening to bubble to the surface.

“Fuck. Your ass is perfect.”

He rolls his hips, the stroke of his cock hitting me exactly where I need him. He rubs along that spot inside of me that has the ability to erase all other thoughts, and it’s exactly what I need.

“Yes,” I pant. “There, Brooks, right fucking there.”

“Not going to last,” he grunts, his hips churning, his abdomen scraping along my dick with every swirl. “Hurry, baby.”

I reach between us, knowing what he’s demanding, and fuck if it doesn’t take but the strokes down my length for my cock to kick a warning in my hand.

As if he can read my mind, he smiles a second before pressing his lips to mine. The first pulse of his cock sends me over the edge, and I spurt, coating the both of us in my release as he pulses his own orgasm.

Our breaths mingle as I pull my hand from between us and place it on his lower back. He doesn’t pull back, his lips and tongue still on mine as our hearts and breathing begin to slow.

When he does inch away, that sadness is already back in his eyes, and I have to swallow the emotions that threaten at them returning.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I urge, hating that I spoke at all when he pulls completely away from me.

He grips my hand as he climbs off the bed, and I want to jump for joy that he isn’t distancing himself completely from me.

I follow him into the bathroom, climbing into the shower beside him when he urges me to do so.

He urges me under the stream, but instead of taking a step back, he presses his nose into my neck, the palms of his hands resting where my back and ass meet.

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