Was he going to last longer than Bates? Than me?
The doubt was there, but I couldn’t chance it.
Finally tearing my eyes away from him, I looked down at Bates and saw it in his eyes. The hunger, the lust, the absolute need he always had for me, burning so brightly. Like a supernova exploding over and over in the void, lighting eternity with its magnificence, I mused as I pressed my forehead against his.
“Come inside of me, Bates,” I whispered as I moved my hips even faster.
He grunted as he wrapped his arms around my waist, held me in place, and began to thrust his hips upward.
I held onto him tightly.
Bates wasn’t going to stop until he did what I asked for, and as I turned my eyes back toward Jensen, I began to time his breaths with Bates’s thrusts.
“Harder,” I whispered into his ear, a moan strangling the word in my throat.
Bates’ huffs of effort, his cock slamming into me, the way our bodies writhed against each other… it was so fucking perfect.
Especially when my beloved fucked me harder and faster, when my beloved released a hot stream of cum inside of me, but it was made even more beautiful by Jensen taking his last breath as Bates’ final thrust into me made me come and forget how angry I was that he had touched something I hated so deeply.