Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Gabe

A lmost as soon as I’m still, Edries comes into the room. He bends in front of the fire and moves the ashes around before loading more logs onto the fire and replacing the safety grate. Without looking at me, he disappears into the bathroom for several minutes.

My heart is racing by the time he climbs into bed in nothing but his underwear. The way the fireplace is set within the room, I can’t see if he’s hard or not. I can’t make out his face with the fire behind him, either.

Edries moves into the middle of the bed and grips my wrist, tugging me toward him. I go willingly. Eagerly. His mouth touches mine and I swear, I ignite like the logs he just put on the fire.

There’s no denying that there’s heat and hunger between us. An urgency just under the surface. But it seems neither of us is in a huge hurry either. Our touches are exploratory, learning the curves and feel of each other as we make out.

When his hand trails down my stomach and stops at the elastic of my underwear, I nod. Mumble something into his mouth that sounds a lot like begging to my ears. His fingers dip into the waistband and brush the head of my cock.

The calm as we surveyed each other vanishes, and it’s not more than a full minute later when we’re completely undressed and bare. Edries pulls me on top of him and we grind together. Our cocks pressed harshly as they rub in an erotic and somewhat friction-filled way that screams of needing some lube.

I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. He’s so goddamn fat. I can’t wrap my entire hand around him. My fingers don’t touch.

“I want to ride you,” I say as I squeeze our cockheads together.

Edries groans. “I don’t have a condom.”

But I do. I stretch along his body, feeling his mouth on my ribs and in my pit as I struggle to get what I need without removing my body from his. I find them, pulling an entire roll of condoms to me since breaking one off is too difficult with one hand.

I drop them on his chest and go to work on my needy hole. He watches me. As if he can see through my navel to how I’m stretching and prepping myself. The hungry look in his eyes makes me sloppy and eager. As soon as he’s covered, ready or not, I lather him in lube and move forward to get in the proper position.

His hands move to my hips as I start pressing his cock into my body. I’m not sure if he’s trying to bring me onto him faster or slow me down. My legs shake with the effort to move slowly, my hands wrapped around his wrists for leverage.

“Your dick is fucking fat,” I groan, dropping my chin to my chest.

“I can’t tell if you like that or not,” he says.

Breathy laughter rushes out. “I like it. I’ll like it more once I can stuff that thing inside me and ride it.”

A shiver races through his body, and I drag my eyes up to meet his. “You like that?”

Edries nods.

It takes longer than I anticipated since I didn’t exactly prepare myself like I should have. But finally, I’m sitting on his cock, catching my breath. God, I’m going to feel him for the next month! He’s not long, for which I’m actually thankful because I don’t think I could stand feeling him in my chest while he’s quite literally trying to tear me in half, but that girth!

Once I can breathe, I shift so I’m on my feet and begin to ride him. Slowly at first, so we can both adjust to this feeling. Has he been in an ass before? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but then he moans and the sound goes right to my balls. I ride him in earnest now, bouncing high and hard. Somehow, I don’t bounce myself so far that he leaves my body. It never happens quite like that. Especially in this position. But it’s right. It’s good.

I turn around after a while and give him reverse cowboy. Every lunge down hits my prostate and makes me moan loudly. His hands grip my hips and I can tell he’s waiting as patiently as he can before I let him take over.

It won’t be long now. I’m running out of steam. Out of energy. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

When I stop bouncing, I’m panting. “Your turn,” I say. “Fuck me.”

I’m suddenly on my knees, gripping the headboard as Edries replaces his dick in my body. It happens so quickly that I don’t remember him pulling out until he’s pushing back in.

“Holy fuck,” I say, my head hanging.

He grunts once he’s inside. One foot is planted on the bed beside me. He removes one of his hands from my hip and grips my wrist.

Then he’s fucking me like a machine. The angle, the depth, the speed—everything is perfect for an orgasm to start building like a storm. The grunts and cries from my mouth never stop. Never quiet. He fucks me on and on and on.

Edries pulls my hand from the frame and leans my forearm on the wall. I feel stretched out this way, with no leverage at all. His mouth presses to my shoulder. My spine. His rhythm doesn’t stop. His thick dick never misses its mark.

With the hand that was on my hip, he grips my cock and starts jerking me in time with his thrusts. My eyes cross. It’s not long before my orgasm screams out of my body, making everything inside me tense as it consumes every inch. Lights every nerve. Burns every cell.

He doesn’t stop fucking me when I’m wrung clean. Edries just releases my dick and wraps his arm around my stomach. Fucking me. On and on and on.

I know when he’s finally met his end. Not just because he freezes with his cock deep within my body, but because I can feel his dick pulse like a heartbeat in my too-tight ass. His groan is low, guttural. His open mouth is against the back of my shoulder, his breaths harsh and hot.

His hips pull back and fuck inside me once more. Twice. His dick continues to pulse.

And then it’s over. The world pauses as we suck in air.

We topple to the side and he wraps around me, keeping his cock buried in my ass. In fact, he wiggles in such a way that I can tell he’s trying to keep it in as deeply as he can manage. His arms wrap around me in a vice grip. A bear hug.

He kisses the back of my shoulder.

Then we’re quiet as we catch our breaths.