Pieces of Us (Missing Pieces #3) - N.R. Walker Page 0,53
since the accident, but I hadn’t fucked him. I hadn’t thrust and stretched him like I was about to.
God, just thinking about it . . . My cock ached to be in him right now.
I worked in another finger, and then I added my tongue. He gasped and gripped the bed covers. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Dallas, what . . . oh God.”
I chuckled. “I know what you like, remember?”
He groaned, a deep guttural sound as I tongue-fucked him some more. When he began rocking his hips back and forth, I knew he was ready.
I lubed my cock and poured more over his hole, working it in with my thumb before lining my cockhead up and swiping it over his slick entrance, pushing just a little. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes. Dallas, please . . .”
So I pushed inside him, slow, so torturously slow, and he fisted the blankets and whined as I pressed in. He gasped as he took me into his body. I stilled, holding myself right there while he got used to the intrusion. I leaned over him, lay down on top of him with my cock fully seated inside him, and whispered in his ear, “Breathe, baby.”
It took a moment but his breaths deepened and he relaxed, then began to roll his hips. I followed his tempo, slow and intense. He began to groan, gruff and gravelly.
That sound, so familiar and so new, told me he loved it, told me he was ready for more. So I listened to him, to his body, and set my pace in tune with his grunts, his groans, his mindless pleas for more.
I thrust in deep and pulled back slow, gently gripping his hips and giving him every inch. Giving him exactly what he wanted. Slow, tender, and so fucking good.
He was tight and hot, slick and welcoming as I took him. Pleasure building so thick and strong, I could taste it. My cock felt like steel, so hard, my balls needed release.
“Baby, I can’t hold on,” I ground out, my hips thrusting of their own accord, seeking more, more, more.
“God, Dallas, do it,” he panted. “Come inside me.”
I thrust in one last time, every inch, and my orgasm barrelled through me. Pleasure and love overwhelmed and consumed me as I came, spilling deep inside him.
He gasped and cried out as I groaned through my release, thrusting with every pulse. I collapsed on top of him, still inside him, while the world around me spun. He gave me time to catch my breath before he began to rock his hips.
This was what he loved.
He loved my spent cock inside him, my come inside him. He loved to stay joined, coupled and close. He slid his hand underneath himself and began to fuck his fist. “Dallas, I need . . .”
“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” I murmured, reaching under him. I replaced his hand around his shaft and gave him a few hard strokes.
“Oh, God.”
I kept my semi-hard dick buried in him while I jacked him off, and knowing which words would send him over the edge, I whispered into the back of his neck, “Can you feel my come inside you?”
Juss stilled; his cock surged and swelled in my hand before spilling onto the towel beneath him. He cried out, trembling and convulsing with the power of his orgasm until he collapsed on the mattress.
I pressed my weight on his back, still in him. I never wanted to leave. But he’d probably overdone it and was going to be sore tomorrow. So I slowly pulled out and he whined. “Stay.”
I chuckled and kissed his shoulder and behind his ear, but I kept my length pressed against him. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can feel how hard you are.”
“Because you just jerked off with my cock in your arse. It’s hot as hell.”
He ripped the pillows out from underneath him so he was flat on the bed. He spread his legs wider and raised his arse. “I’m not kidding, Dallas. I want more.”
Fuck.
There it was. That demanding, sexual side of Justin that had been absent for so long. So I gave him what he wanted. I knelt between his thighs and gave myself a few long strokes before I pushed back into him in one, sharp thrust. He was so slick, so inviting.
He was home to me.
He moaned as I thrust in and out of him. I kissed the back of his neck, his shoulder, as I drove into