the back of my thighs. We were both naked, his hard cock nudging my crease. He gripped my hair and turned my head as I relished the feel of his heavy body pinning me down. His teeth nipped my earlobe, my neck, my shoulder, as he leaned his weight over me.
“You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” he growled.
A shiver ran down my spine. “Yes, Garrett. Please.”
His hands gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I moaned as he blew over my hole. We’d just fucked last night, so I was a little tender, but I was always down for getting screwed into the mattress by my boyfriend.
He spit and I flinched slightly, then relaxed as he massaged the wetness into my hole. My head cleared and all I focused on was how Garrett was making me feel. The weight of him, the raspiness of his morning voice, the way he knew just how to light me up from inside. When I felt the tip of his lubed cock press against me, I arched my back.
He slapped my ass. “Knew you wanted it. Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”
“Please,” I whined, because yes, this was what I wanted. Sex didn’t solve anxiety but it sure as fuck took my mind off it.
He thrust in hard, forcing the air from my lungs and a burn to race up my spine, but I fucking lived for this.
He pounded me hard, knowing I didn’t want gentle. We’d go slow and happy and romantic some other time. Right now, I needed to feel him, letting me know that everything was going to be okay, that I could get through this, that he knew how to take care of me.
That I knew how to take care of myself.
He reached beneath me, stroking me to the rhythm of his thrusts. My orgasm hit like a runaway train, spreading out to my limbs, the tips of my fingers and toes. He fucked me through it, and after another minute, his hips stuttered as he came on a low groan.
He fell into the bed beside me, his fingers still tangled in my air. My entire body was a big bowl of Jell-O and I wasn’t sure I would be able to move for… several hours. Days even.
Garrett grinned at me, his hair—two weeks past haircut—sticking out at all angles. He brushed the back of his knuckles over my lips. “Ready for houseguests now?”
I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. Our bed was seriously the best thing ever, and I’d spent a good amount of time testing every one out at the furniture store. “I don’t care if your entire Army unit showed up right now.”
“That’s my boy,” he said. The mattress shifted under me. “I’ll be back with coffee and breakfast.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.” As his footsteps sounded down the hall, I called out. “Love you!”
“Love you too!”
I smiled. I could totally do this.
***
Dominic
"Do I look like a douchebag if I wear this?"
"Yes," Luke said without even looking at me. His lips quirked at the side. "You can't help it. It's your nature."
"Dude, this isn't funny." I frowned at my reflection. My jeans were tight and my graphic T-shirt was even tighter. If someone tried hard enough, they could count the cuts in my abs and chest through the fabric. "See, this was normal in Staten Island, but…"
"Because all the other juiceheads on the island are trying to show off for each other."
I nodded, frowning deeper. "This is literally all I own. This and those bunker pants from last Halloween. Or sweatpants."
Luke finally pushed himself out of the uncomfortable armchair in our hotel room. He snagged the front of my T-shirt and tugged me forward. "You're cute when you're nervous."
"I wanna make a good impression."
"On who?"
"Kai!"
Luke's brow arched. "For what? This isn't a swinger party, kid. You're not trying to fuck him. You're trying to get through this goddamn visit."
At that, I had to laugh. "Babe, my policy on socializing is a lot different than yours. I don't just wanna get through it and run back to our cave."
"Then keep agonizing." Luke smacked my ass, squeezed it, and then headed for the door. "We're late so you're not
“You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” he growled.
A shiver ran down my spine. “Yes, Garrett. Please.”
His hands gripped my ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I moaned as he blew over my hole. We’d just fucked last night, so I was a little tender, but I was always down for getting screwed into the mattress by my boyfriend.
He spit and I flinched slightly, then relaxed as he massaged the wetness into my hole. My head cleared and all I focused on was how Garrett was making me feel. The weight of him, the raspiness of his morning voice, the way he knew just how to light me up from inside. When I felt the tip of his lubed cock press against me, I arched my back.
He slapped my ass. “Knew you wanted it. Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”
“Please,” I whined, because yes, this was what I wanted. Sex didn’t solve anxiety but it sure as fuck took my mind off it.
He thrust in hard, forcing the air from my lungs and a burn to race up my spine, but I fucking lived for this.
He pounded me hard, knowing I didn’t want gentle. We’d go slow and happy and romantic some other time. Right now, I needed to feel him, letting me know that everything was going to be okay, that I could get through this, that he knew how to take care of me.
That I knew how to take care of myself.
He reached beneath me, stroking me to the rhythm of his thrusts. My orgasm hit like a runaway train, spreading out to my limbs, the tips of my fingers and toes. He fucked me through it, and after another minute, his hips stuttered as he came on a low groan.
He fell into the bed beside me, his fingers still tangled in my air. My entire body was a big bowl of Jell-O and I wasn’t sure I would be able to move for… several hours. Days even.
Garrett grinned at me, his hair—two weeks past haircut—sticking out at all angles. He brushed the back of his knuckles over my lips. “Ready for houseguests now?”
I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. Our bed was seriously the best thing ever, and I’d spent a good amount of time testing every one out at the furniture store. “I don’t care if your entire Army unit showed up right now.”
“That’s my boy,” he said. The mattress shifted under me. “I’ll be back with coffee and breakfast.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.” As his footsteps sounded down the hall, I called out. “Love you!”
“Love you too!”
I smiled. I could totally do this.
***
Dominic
"Do I look like a douchebag if I wear this?"
"Yes," Luke said without even looking at me. His lips quirked at the side. "You can't help it. It's your nature."
"Dude, this isn't funny." I frowned at my reflection. My jeans were tight and my graphic T-shirt was even tighter. If someone tried hard enough, they could count the cuts in my abs and chest through the fabric. "See, this was normal in Staten Island, but…"
"Because all the other juiceheads on the island are trying to show off for each other."
I nodded, frowning deeper. "This is literally all I own. This and those bunker pants from last Halloween. Or sweatpants."
Luke finally pushed himself out of the uncomfortable armchair in our hotel room. He snagged the front of my T-shirt and tugged me forward. "You're cute when you're nervous."
"I wanna make a good impression."
"On who?"
"Kai!"
Luke's brow arched. "For what? This isn't a swinger party, kid. You're not trying to fuck him. You're trying to get through this goddamn visit."
At that, I had to laugh. "Babe, my policy on socializing is a lot different than yours. I don't just wanna get through it and run back to our cave."
"Then keep agonizing." Luke smacked my ass, squeezed it, and then headed for the door. "We're late so you're not
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