Chapter Thirty-One

Gage

W e stand in my room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a dim light around us. I take a moment to study his features—his eyes and his smile—trying to capture every nuance. His hair is disheveled, acting as evidence that he's been running his hands through it as he performed. The combination of his black shirt tucked into his ripped jeans adds to his undeniable allure and sexiness. The way he's smiling at me, it's as if every ounce of love in the world was contained within that expression. I pull him close, my fingers gripping his shirt tightly, as he wraps his arms around my neck.

"Are you positive that you're ready for this, sweetheart? ‘Cause I can wait."

When he speaks, his words are filled with desire. "I'm ready. I want you more than anything else, and I want to share this with you."

Just hearing him say that leaves me breathless, and I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervous butterflies in my stomach; as if we're both experiencing this for the first time. I just want this to be special for him, for us. I already know I want to spend the rest of my days with him. He's transformed me, making me a better man—someone who's more understanding and patient. Even though he may not be aware of it, he has shown me the path to love.

As my arms encircle his waist, I feel his arousal, his eyes burning with an intense hunger. I hope my own eyes mirror that same longing as I look down at him.

His fingers caress the back of my neck, something he enjoys doing. I close my eyes briefly and focus on his calm breathing, his breath brushing against my lips as he leans in for a kiss, starting softly and then growing more urgent, almost as if he can't get enough of me. I know exactly how he feels; his taste is something I'll never get enough of.

Pulling back, I feel the smoothness of his face beneath my fingertips, tracing a path down to his chest where my fingers work on undoing his buttons. I slowly tug on his shirt, freeing it from his jeans, and ease his arms from the sleeves. Next, I remove his jeans, feeling his weight shift as he leans on me for balance while I crouch down to undress him. Before I stand back up, I feel the heat of his skin as my hands trail up his legs, reaching his groin and then moving up even further until I grasp the waistband of his underwear. Gradually, I lower them, inch by inch, as I take him in. He's trimmed his curls. I have no problem with that, as it accentuates his erection. Leaning in, I give it a long lick, enjoying the taste as I reach the crown. After a few swirls of my tongue, I stand up. "Undress me."

He reciprocates, repeating everything I just did to him until we're both standing there naked. Taking his hand, we make our way to my bed, and I throw the covers onto the floor, eager to feast my eyes on every detail of his body.

Placing my hand on his chest, I maneuver him onto the bed, ensuring that we both have a clear view of our reflection in the wall of mirrors. My body covers his as I lay down on top of him, our cocks side by side, while my arms cradle him tenderly.

"Kiss me," he whispers.

"My pleasure, darlin'."

Lowering my head, I gently bite and pull on his lower lip. His mouth welcomes me eagerly, and I explore the depths as our tongues intertwine and his arms caress my back, gliding along my curves. His fingers hover near my opening multiple times, and I yearn for the day when I'll finally feel them inside me.

As I move away, my lips find his neck, planting a series of kisses that travel down to his chest. I trace my tongue over each nipple, relishing the sounds of his moans. My tongue traces its way back down his body, eventually reaching his throbbing cock, already dripping wet. I can't stop myself from lapping it all up. He grabs my hair while I suck on his pink crown.

He swells in my mouth, so I release him, not wanting him to come just yet, and push his legs back. "Hold on to them for me, sweetheart. Let me see your sweet hole."

A shiver of anticipation glides over his skin. "Please hurry. I need you."

"All in good time, darlin' I wanna make sure you're good and ready."

The sight of him spread open for me like that is like nothing on this earth. His pink pucker is just waiting for me, enticing me. With my body pressed against the bed, I use my hands to hold his cheeks firmly as I trace my tongue from his hole to his taint, teasing him and sucking on each of his balls, causing him to struggle to stay still. The room fills with the sound of his soft moans slipping past his lips. I devour him until he becomes pliant, allowing me to delve into him with my tongue. His scent envelops me completely as I consume him. My fingers and tongue work in unison, slowly stretching him until all three can fit inside.

"Your body is so responsive to me. What a perfect hole."

"Gage, please," he whines.

Getting up, I grab a condom and the cherry lube from my drawer and set them beside Ash.

Crawling back up his body, I'm greeted by his crystal-green eyes. I've never seen him look so stunning before, with his heavy eyelids, flushed cheeks, and the anticipation of coming undone at my hands.

"I need you," he begs.

Unable to resist, I shower him with more kisses, murmuring, "I've got you, baby."

Sitting back on my calves, I tear open the condom with my teeth and slide it on. With a generous amount of lube on my palm, I rub it over his opening, my slick fingers instinctively gliding back in. By curling them, I locate his prostate.

Fixated on the mirrors, I witness Ash coming apart, his desperate struggle to cling to his legs, his head thrashing about. "Shit, Gage, I need more before I come. I need you."

Withdrawing my fingers, I stroke myself with my slick hand while his legs settle down on the bed.

Leaning back over him, I brace one arm on the mattress and use my other hand to hold my cock as I position myself. He spreads his legs wider.

The moment I push into his eager hole, a primal growl escapes my lips, unleashing my passion. I have wanted nothing so badly as to be inside his body. As he pushes back, I claim his lips, needing to feel every part of him.

Gasping for breath, he breaks away. "Damn, this feels so different from the plug. It burns."

"Just breathe, baby, and let me in. You're doing so well."

" Agh ," he cries out.

There's a fucking flutter in my heart and a vibrant energy coursing through my body, and instead of feeling broken like I used to, I'm now fully embracing these sensations. Sharing his body with me, I feel alive in every fiber of my being. This beautiful human lying beneath me means everything to me.

"Almost there, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me. Can you feel the way your tight hole is sucking me in? I love knowing that I'm the only one who's been inside you like this."

Glancing up, his throat bobs with a nervous gulp. I keep pushing forward until I'm fully seated inside him.

"You're so damn perfect, Ash. You take me so well. Look at us in the mirror. Look at how well we fit."

As he turns to look, his chest rises and falls slowly, calming with each breath. I gently kiss his neck and allow him to adjust to the stretch.

"Move, please."

He hisses as I slowly pull out.

"I'm sorry, darlin'. I promise it will get better in a minute. Do you want me to stop?"

"No," he pleads. "Don't you dare. I'm fine. It's just a lot to handle. Please don't stop."

"Okay," I rasp.

We both groan as I slide back again. Slowly, I move in and out, burying my head into the curve of his neck. I never want this to end. There's no beginning and no end. We're just one.

"Ahh, fuck, you feel so deep. So good. I had no idea it could feel like this. Agh ."

His legs envelop me, drawing me in closer and deeper, like I might suddenly stop. Doesn't he realize that I'm here to stay? Having him like this changes everything for me.

Bracing myself on both my arms so I can see his face, I growl, "Mine," as I press my lips against his.

"Yes, yours," he breathes, his voice barely audible.

Looking down at him with his eyes scrunched up, mouth agape, with the sweetest moans falling from his lips, I wonder how I got so lucky. His firm grip on my arms and the vulnerability he shows by trusting me as his first male sexual partner fills me with gratitude for the serendipity of our meeting. The way he feels around my cock is out of this world.

Since my breakup with Brad, I've had a lot of sexual encounters, but nothing has ever felt as perfect as this. Why is that? Why is it different with Ash? Maybe it's because I actually care for him. Scratch that, I'm in love with him. Is it possible that love can completely reshape a person, including their feelings during sex? All I know is that right now you couldn't pay me to be anywhere else.

With each movement, my stomach slides up and down his shaft, his precum acting as lubrication. The tingling spreads throughout my body, causing my muscles to contract and a surge of heat to engulf me.

"Grab your cock, baby. I need you to come for me," I grit, as I try to hold back my orgasm.

Unwinding one arm from my neck, he hastily pleasures himself as I thrust into him with increasing speed. His moans are so raw and intense that it takes all my willpower to hold back.

My lips meet his neck. I'm immediately hit with the taste of his salty sweat and the scent of passion. He's like my personal aphrodisiac, and I can't help but suck on his neck, leaving a mark for everyone to see.

His breath hitches. With a sudden arch of his body and the waves of pleasure overtaking him, he groans, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

He erupts all over my stomach and his, the smell of his cum pushing me over the edge. A deep moan escapes me as I release into the condom. It feels like my soul is groaning in harmony with me.

Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity, I can't help but whimper as I fall onto him, still buried inside his tight heat, never wanting this incredible feeling to fade.

Eventually, I raise myself onto one elbow to avoid squashing him. He's as blissed out as I am. "You alright?" I croak.

"I feel fucking amazing," he slurs, his head lolling to the side.

His hand caresses the side of my face as he whispers, "Thank you. I wouldn't have wanted this with anyone else."

"Thank you for thinking I'm good enough for you."

As he kisses me, his words convey I'm more than good enough for him. My softening cock slides out of him. "Let me just throw this away."

Getting up, I dispose of the condom in the trash and then head to the bathroom to clean up and fetch a warm washcloth. I chuckle as I see him still in the exact position I left him. Positioning myself on the bed, I tend to him, making sure to ease any soreness as I clean him.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Only in the best way," he says with a smile that reaches his eyes.

After kissing his belly, I quickly toss the cloth into the laundry basket and retrieve the covers from the floor. "Spin around for me. I wanna hold you."

Settling under the blankets, his body rests against my chest, and a wave of contentment washes over me.

While Ash's fingers trace patterns on my chest, his voice fills with curiosity as he asks, "Why did I never feel this way before with someone else? I mean, I've been with girls before, and it was enjoyable, but what we just shared felt completely different."

"Only you can answer that, not me. But I know I've never felt this connection before, either. People say there's someone out there for everyone, but after my disastrous relationship, I convinced myself I was destined to be alone. That's one reason I turned to casual hookups. Look where that got me."

"Yeah, well, as long as that guy realizes you're off-limits now, because if I see him anywhere near you again, I won't be responsible for what I do."

I flinch as he plucks out a hair from my chest.

"Ouch, what was that for?" I laugh.

I'm a huge fan of feisty Ash. Planting a kiss on his damp hair, I muse, "I think he got the message. Don't worry."

"Good, because you belong to me now."

Fuck, my heart does double time hearing him say that, because I can't bear the thought of losing him to someone else.

I draw him closer to me. It only takes a few minutes for me to feel wetness on my chest. Is he crying?

"Hey, look at me," I say, desperately trying to convey what's wrong.

"I'm sorry. I never imagined finding someone who'd care for me the way you do," he murmurs against my chest, his words muffled. "It's like everything just hit me at once, you know? This being my first time with you, my emotions took over."

Lifting his chin so I can see his face, I try to reassure him. "Feeling this way is natural. You're allowed to feel every emotion. God, you just had sex for the first time with a guy. It's a lot to take in, but you did beautifully. You're right about one thing, though. I do care about you. You've changed me for the better in ways you may not even realize, and my heart has opened up because of you. I'm giving you a piece of me I've never shared—my heart."

"Do you genuinely mean that?" he asks, wiping his teary eyes on the sheet and sitting up.

"Yeah, I do." I position myself against the headboard. "I don't go handing my heart out to just anyone, you know. It's yours now, and I'm trusting you to take care of it."

He hesitates for a second before he voices his worry. "What if one day you uncover something about me you don't like and toss me aside?"

Reaching out, I gently grasp his hand, assuring him, "Baby, there ain't nothing you could do that would ever make me stop loving you."

"W...what?" His other hand flies to his chest.

"I know it's probably too soon to tell you that, but I gave you my heart when you handed me that fifty bucks—it was a gesture that spoke volumes. I just didn't know it at the time."

He lunges toward me, straddling my legs, his rear smacking against my thighs as he settles into my lap. I place my hands on his hips.

Tenderly gripping my neck, he confesses, "You hold my heart, too. I'm not sure what I did to deserve yours, but I'll gladly accept it and offer you mine in return."

The moment our foreheads meet, my old-man heart feels a comforting stillness settle within.

Though we didn't speak any words, our unspoken understanding became our silent declaration. Gash is totally a thing now.