You like that?” Dillon growls behind my ear, the stubble on his chin grazing the back of my neck, rubbing a raw spot that will definitely leave a lasting mark.

His cock—iron rod stiff—is buried deep inside of me. I moan and open myself to him. He thrusts inside of me again and again, sending shivers up my spine.

Perfectly.

“Fuck yes,” I whimper, hardly able to gasp enough breath to respond. His body wraps around mine like he was cut to fit just me. His hand grips my hip, fingers digging divots into my skin. He feels so good on top of me, his weight, his strength, the barely contained power of his muscled body owning me from my tonsils to the tips of my toes.

“You wanna cum?” Dillon hisses, slipping his other hand down, caressing my balls, forcing them to twitch in his expert hold. I let out a long, low groan, tears rising behind eyelids crushed closed.

His touch is like alchemy, rendering me helpless.

“Time to cum.” His deep voice rumbles in my ear, sending another jolt through my body. My cock—impossibly—strains even more. I’m hard as iron. Dillon continues to pump inside of me, his length slick with lube. I feel every inch of him, taking me, owning me. I’m utterly at his mercy. I close my eyes and gently stroke my aching, wanting cock.

He’s got me exactly where he wants me—open wide, his for the taking. I spread my legs ever so slightly, and he sinks into me slowly this time, ever so slowly.

“Dillon,” I murmur, “Dillon.”

He brings his hand forward and rests his fingers against mine, stroking with me. The pumping of his cock slows, and he brings his other hand to my hip, gripping me there and stroking me at the same time.

“Unnngh,” I moan. There’s so much I want to say, but my words would be incomprehensible at this point. He kisses the back of my neck. He pulls his body back and pushes his thickness into me again. He keeps himself there this time, his cock resting inside of me. I’m so open to him in this moment, stretched to my limit, impossibly full. My body buzzes with anticipation. He’s had me begging for release for an hour, teasing me, tempting me.

Dillon focuses on stroking my cock this time, his hand expertly jacking me off. His thumb presses gently against my tip. He moves his hand faster, gripping tighter, groaning as he ever so gently bucks against my ass, his movements small and gentle—but somehow far more frustrating than his wild thrusting.

With just a few strokes he’s got me right where he wants me, teetering on the brink of an orgasm that will make the recesses of my mind explode into light and color and wild, insane sound. I might lose my sanity to this man, but it’ll be worth it.

“Come on, Jack,” Dillon demands. “Show me you feel me.”

I feel him. I feel him, feel this, what we’re doing, and what it is to be his, and how he makes me feel when we’re just sitting around watching a movie or playing video games, or just talking in bed afterwards… God, I feel him. I never felt anything, or anyone quite like him. I doubt I ever will again.

“Ahhhnnn,” I hear myself cry out, my balls seizing high and tight, sending a gush of cum through my pulsing shaft and out, spurting hard against the sheets, my chest, the headboard.

“Fuuuuck!” Dillon groans loudly, his cock swelling inside me, bursting. His pleasure fills me, searing hot. A steady, continued slide of his cock in and out of my hole forces his cum out, dribbling along my thighs.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck… you feel so fucking good.” I whisper the words, grab his hand and take it in mine. We feel like one person, fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

When he’s done, he collapses on top of me. We’re a sweaty, cum smeared mess of fucked-out man on the sheets. Dillon’s hot skin presses against mine, the musk of his scent fills my nose. All of it makes my head spin, makes it hard to breathe.

I’m so over the moon with him I can’t even think straight. I’ve never been here. I’ve never even come close.

We’re still new in the scheme of things, still so new. But I am. I hold the idea like a gift, something hidden and warm inside of me.

It feels like nothing could break this apart.

It’s foolish to think like that, to assume that, so early in our relationship. But here, together, everything feels unbreakable.

And maybe, for a little while, it is.