faster, hitting his gland hard with every inward thrust.
His body was alive and alight, the world stopped short. Nothing existed in this moment beyond this room, beyond the look in Champ’s eyes and the feeling of being filled like he never had been before.
Take me. Make me yours.
Mine. The answer he imagined he heard in his head was immediate and possessive and perfect.
If it wasn’t real, he didn’t care. Not now. He could care later.
The hand on his hip tightened, Champ tugging him in harder. Their bodies slammed together, the noise exhilarating. He’d never felt so free, so wild.
Champ brought their mouths back together again, hand moving from his hip to his cock, wrapping around it and holding on tight.
That touch stole his breath, stole his sense, and he clenched around Champ’s cock. Champ groaned and squeezed him tighter for a moment before moving again. Thrusting quickly, Champ stroked him in time, doubling up on the sensations coursing through him.
“I need!” He arched, driving himself down, over and over, slamming them together.
Champ moved faster, adding his strength to their coupling. It was feverish and wild and he couldn’t bear it, but he didn’t want it to stop.
Somehow they managed that pace and being on the edge of climax for thrust after thrust, teetering on the edge, for what felt like forever. Then, unbelievably, Champ’s cock seemed to swell inside him, grow longer, bigger, thicker.
He cried out, and Champ shouted, “My boy!” and moved even faster, pounding into him. He swore he would be turned inside out, but no. No, he took it and begged for more. Champ gave it to him, using him hard, and it was glorious. It was exactly what he craved.
Daddy has me. God, I need this. Him. His thoughts were shattered by the need inside him.
“Yes! Yes! My boy. Daddy has you!” Champ shouted, giving him everything, his climax barreling down on him.
He shot hard, totally lost in the pleasure and pressure.
Champ roared, the sound triumphant and full of pleasure.
Stephen melted, aftershocks jolting the hell out of him. Champ dropped one kiss after another on his face, panting softly. The thick cock inside him stayed hard, kept him full.
“Stay?” Please? He knew Champ couldn’t, but he wanted to stay full and stretched.
“As long as I can, boy. And then I’ll hold you.”
“Thank you, Sir. So much.”
“You’re welcome, boy. And thank you. The pleasure was mutual.” Champ rubbed their cheeks together.
“Yes.” His eyelids grew heavy, his heartbeat slowing.
“Sleep, boy. You’ve earned it.” Champ kissed him, mouth gentle on his.
“Yes, Sir.” Daddy. Yes.
“I’d love you to call me Daddy.”
“I want to too.” He held on tight.
“You will. I have faith.” Champ kissed him, then gradually pulled out and got rid of the condom, then grabbed the food and disappeared with it.
Stephen sighed and curled around the pillow, holding on tight. Champ returned momentarily and spooned around Stephen, so warm and solid, making him feel safe.
He couldn’t believe this, that he was here, but he was.
Chapter Seven
Champ woke up wrapped around his boy, the fire warming his back. His stomach growled loudly. Oh, he was hungry. They hadn’t eaten nearly enough of their delivery order. They’d been under a time constraint. At least they had leftovers.
Stephen was lovely, red hair mussed, beard haphazard around that amazing mouth. He could hardly believe he had his boy in his arms. He hadn’t even been looking and all of a sudden here was the one who glowed for him, who shone.
Stephen moaned, reaching for him. He squeezed his boy tight and placed a kiss on the side of Stephen’s cheek.
Stephen cuddled into him, humming.
He would have said how lucky was he to have found his own special boy, but it had taken so long after so much searching. And then, somehow, it had happened in a second, from an ad.
Just an ad. Not even placed by Stephen. Perhaps he should thank his lucky stars—he was certainly taking this gift he’d been given and holding on with both hands.
“You’re warm.” Stephen kissed his collarbone.
“All the better to keep you from getting cold.” He would protect Stephen from all outside forces.
“Mmm…thank you.” Stephen yawned. “Did I sleep long?”
“I think we both slept a couple of hours.” He shrugged. He hadn’t looked at the time then, or now, so he didn’t know. “Are you hungry? We have lots of leftover food.”
“I think I am, yeah.” Stephen stretched, moaning. “Damn.”
“Everything okay?” He knew he was large, especially erect. But he also knew his boy would stretch