Touch And Go - Aiden Bates Page 0,73

than to push into him raw, to make him feel every inch of my dick, but had enough presence of mind to clumsily wrap myself up first. We spat in my hand, and it was enough to lube his sweet little hole before I drove more than half my cock in there.

“Oh! Fuck!” Seb’s head bounced back against the wall, and he moaned so loudly there was no question the rest of the brothers could hear us fucking it out.

“Take that dick for me.”

“Yes! Yes. Fuck, yes, give it to me.”

“You bossy little slut.” I pumped faster, and he cried out in staccato with every thrust of my cock. He locked his ankles behind my back and moved up and down on my dick, working it as if his life depended on it.

I gripped his ass cheeks and shoved him harder against the wall so he couldn’t move. I wanted him to take it. I wanted him to feel how much he meant to me with every inch I gave him. Finally, he stopped struggling to gain control and fell a little heavier in my hands, opened his legs wider, and his jaw dropped open, a guttural groan slipped out. His hard cock rubbed and stabbed my belly as I fucked him with all of the feelings he’d lit inside me, and his slit dribbled clear fluid between us.

“That’s it. Good… You feel that? You feel what you mean to me now?” I grunted as I thrust deep inside him.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” I loved hearing his excitement.

Seb gasped. He held onto my neck and shoulders, clawed, pinched the skin with his fingertips. I had him pinned and held in place. Finally, he let go and dropped his hands to my chest, his palms flush against my pecs, and my heart hammered beneath his touch.

I drove into him again and again, bottoming out at the base as my balls slapped at his thighs and my orgasm mounted. I watched his face as his eyes rolled back and a high, desperate moan broke from his throat. He grabbed my chest and arched his back as best he could against the wall, pinned in the tight space, and gasped desperately.

My heart snapped when I looked at his perfect, euphoric, bruised face. I would do anything to keep him safe. Without warning, I shot off a first, furious pump of cum deep inside him and cried out, shocked. It felt good.

He bucked and writhed as his own orgasm blew a stream onto our bellies. I roared as pleasure pushed hard against my agony, and I emptied myself as far into him as I could, and slammed out the last of my orgasm, riding his ass hard and fast until he cried out. I wanted his body to remember me forever. I want his ass to be mine.

Finally, my legs trembled as all the rage drained out of me, my arms grew weak, and I stumbled back to find an armchair to collapse in with Seb still in my lap, his ankles tight around my back. He slumped forward but brought himself upright to look at me as we caught our breath. It was like he could see inside my heart, and he held me pinned there just as I'd had him pinned to the wall. There was nothing that mattered that he didn’t know about me; nothing he couldn’t see clearly with those bright green eyes that had snatched my heart the moment I’d met him.

I only realized I was crying when he put his hand to my cheek and pulled away his fingers, glistening with my tears. I grimaced, but he turned me to face him again with a gentle touch to my jaw.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. You made sure of it.” His voice was soft, his head tilted, and his hands gentle as my tears continued to flow, and he continued to catch them to brush away.

I let out a humiliating sob, but he just grinned at me kindly.

“This is more than what I thought it was.” I sounded croaky and pathetic.

“Us?” His gazed skirted across my face, searching.

I swallowed and nodded. “My feelings for you are…more than casual. More than I’m used to.” I watched him with as much intensity as he watched me, searching for any reaction. My heart stammered when his mouth curled into a smile.

He laughed, and the vibration made me hiss, but I loved the sound. “Uh…me too. Way more than I’m used to. Way more