Chapter Ten

Galen

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Concentrating on my meeting had been next to impossible. It had been routine and I’d been prepared, but between the stinging in my ass and the memories of Blaze on top of me, fucking my damn brains out, I could hardly focus.

I have no idea how long I’d laid under him, just basking in the glow of my orgasm, before my phone alarm had gone off, warning me I only had forty-five minutes to get back to my office.

Blaze and I had jumped into a quick shower, and even though I’d wanted him to turn me around and fuck me against the tiles, he’d just kissed me as he’d washed us up. I’d gotten dressed, my cock hardening as I’d slipped on my torn shirt and remembered how hot it had been when he’d ripped it open, and then kissed Blaze goodbye. I’d changed my shirt in my car, put on my jacket and driven to my office to go over the case I was arguing tomorrow.

Not only had I fucked a guy, twice, I’d then let that same guy fuck me. And I’d loved every second of it.

I’d known Blaze had a bit of a dominant streak, but the way he’d manhandled me had been so exhilarating it hadn’t even occurred to me to try and fight him for the power. Truth be told, I’d not only loved it, I’d craved it.

Being flat on my back with my legs up had been strange and made me feel very exposed and vulnerable, but then Blaze had taken the time to reassure me, and he’d been so gentle and amazing. It was as though he’d known what I needed even though I hadn’t, and it had been incredible.

It had hurt at first, and felt foreign. I’d almost stopped him when his first finger had been halfway inside me, but his voice and the erotic words he’d been saying had added flames to my desire and I’d wanted to hear them more than I’d wanted him to stop.

It had burned, and there had been pain, but the discomfort had melted into something amazing. His fingers couldn’t match the size of his cock, and when he’d pushed into me a slice of real pain had gone through me. I knew it had to get better, I’d seen the pleasure he’d found when I’d fucked him, so I’d breathed through it and waited.

When the pain had faded, a deep, burning need had started to grow in my body, and the more he moved, the more pleasure I’d felt. Then he’d shifted and hit something inside me that had caused my entire body to light up like I’d been struck by lightning, and my orgasm had hit within seconds. And he hadn’t even touched my dick.

That was the part that was both awesome and worrisome. My first time with a dick in my ass and I’d come harder than I ever had in my life, and all without any other stimulation. I’d seen and felt Blaze’s orgasm when he’d come like that the night before, but he had experience. He knew his body and what he liked, and he’d been in control. All I’d done was lay there while he pounded the fuck out of me and I’d nutted so hard I’d seen stars.

I didn’t know why it bothered me so much, but it made me question things. I’d always seen myself as a focused alpha male. I knew what I wanted and I did everything I could to make it happen. I was confident, thanks to years of faking it, and people usually submitted to me. I’d always been in control of my sexual encounters, and other than my family, most of the people in my life were happy to let me take the lead.

Then Blaze had come along and flipped everything over and tilted my world on its axis. He hadn’t submitted to me that first night, he’d let me have control. Then he’d taken it back and I hadn’t fought him, hadn’t wanted to. I’d craved and needed him in a way I’d never felt before, and I’d happily given him everything I had.

He’d owned me the way I usually owned others, and I’d fucking loved it.

“Mr. Wells?”

“Sorry, Shawna.” I shook my head and looked over at my client, only then realizing I’d stopped paying attention to the conversation around me. “What do you say we take a ten minute break, go over the deposition one more time, and then Candace and I will finish up?”

Everyone seemed happy with that arrangement, and even though Candace, my second on the case, gave me a questioning look, I brushed it off and excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me or how Blaze had managed to completely shake up my world, but I knew staying away from him wasn’t an option. He’d awakened something in me, and there was no way in hell I could walk away from him.

* * * * *

I probably didn’t handle things in the best way.

After I’d gone to Blaze’s for a little early evening delight, I’d thrown myself into my work. I had a full caseload and a lot of my time was taken up either in court or in meetings, but I did have some free time.

I didn’t call or text Blaze; not until Saturday night.

He’d sent me his work schedule so I knew he’d worked a day shift and had gotten off at six. At seven I’d picked up my phone, feeling like a complete asshole, and texted him.

You’re still alive.

That was the message I got back, and I couldn’t blame him for being angry.

Sorry, I was really busy with work.

Yeah, I saw your calendar. You’re a bit of a workaholic.

I’ve been called worse.

How about asshole? Because that’s usually what I call guys who don’t call or text me for three days after I fuck them.

Can we talk?

We are talking.

Not over text. Please.

Fine.

Are you free now?

I have plans.

I desperately wanted to ask him who he was going to see, but I hadn’t earned the right to question him, or feel the jealousy that surged through me at the thought of him with someone else.

Tomorrow?

Pick me up after work. I’m done at eight.

I’ll see you then.

He didn’t answer and I put my phone down.

I didn’t know what was going on between us, but there was more than just casual fucking. Blaze brought something out in me that I usually didn’t let people see. I was relaxed around him, and I found myself smiling more and not giving a shit about work or whatever else seemed important in the moment. I liked spending time with him, and the sex was incredible.

By not reaching out to him I was treating Blaze like a fuck buddy. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to do anything else. I’d never been in a relationship. Hell, I’d never even bothered to keep a sexual relationship going with someone longer than a few encounters.

I didn’t know what I wanted. The thought of being in a relationship with anyone was foreign, but being in one with a man was completely outside of what I’d ever even considered.

One thing I firmly believed was that sexuality was more fluid than most people thought it was. I’d always assumed I was straight because I’d never been attracted to a man, but now that I’d met Blaze I was positive I was at least on the bi-curious side of the scale. I had no idea if other men turned me on, and frankly I didn’t care. I wasn’t interested in other men, I was interested in Blaze.

After knowing what I did about his past, I was amazed at how strong he was. How he was a survivor. I hated that he’d been forced to prostitute himself to live, but I didn’t judge him for it, and it certainly didn’t change how I felt about him.

I was way out of my element here, and I’d been truthful when I’d told him I was a selfish prick. I’d never taken the time to have friends because I found they got in the way, and I was disconnected with my family. I was a loner by choice, but now I was wondering if being alone was really what I wanted.

Maybe I wasn’t ready to have a real relationship, but I wanted to give Blaze more than booty calls and radio silence. I had no idea what he wanted, but I was determined to try and give him whatever I could.

* * * * *

When I walked into the bar Blaze worked at ten minutes before he was off, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. I’d looked it up online and found it had great reviews, and it was a known gay bar.

I wasn’t a big bar person to begin with, and I’d never gone to a gay bar. I was a bit ashamed to admit that my preconceived ideas of what it would be like had been shaped by every stereotype I’d ever seen.

It was a typical bar with booths, tables and TVs mounted on the walls. There was also a small stage near the back, and I was shocked to see Blaze sitting on a stool strumming away on a guitar as the patrons watched.

He looked at home. He gave off an air of confidence and he had an aura about him. I hated to say he had the rockstar vibe going on, but he did.

He looked amazing with his hair down and flowing, and the sleeveless hoodie he was wearing showed off his tattoos and muscles as they flexed while he played. His jeans were skin tight and artfully ripped in several places. He was fucking gorgeous.

He also had an incredible voice. It was clear and husky, but at the same time controlled. His range was higher than I would have guessed considering how deep his voice was when he spoke, and as far as I could tell his pitch was perfect. Watching him stirred something in me, and it went far beyond attraction. I felt connected to him, and proud that he was so talented and not afraid to show it.

Realizing I’d stopped near the entrance I shook myself out of my reverie and went to sit at the bar.

“What can I get you?” A very young looking bartender asked.

“Scotch, neat.”

I watched as he went to the shelf and then glanced at me, a grin on his full lips.

“I’m guessing you want the good stuff.”

“You guessed right.”

He was cute, but in a young, puppy sort of way with his light blond hair, soft blue eyes and slender figure.

I couldn’t help comparing him to Blaze, and while I could acknowledge he was handsome, there was no flutter or surge of adrenaline like I felt when I looked at Blaze.

“He’s pretty amazing, isn’t he?” The bartender put my drink in front of me and nodded to Blaze.

“He is. I didn’t know you had live music here.” I pulled a ten out of my wallet and waved off his silent offer to go get change.

“We started doing it on Sundays about a year ago. Blaze usually doesn’t play anymore, but the local act cancelled so he agreed to step in.”

I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the slight burn that trailed down my throat and into my stomach, and got lost in Blaze and his music. I didn’t recognize the song and wondered if he’d written it.

At ten minutes after eight Blaze put the guitar he’d been playing on a stand in the corner of the stage, and thanked everyone for listening. As the applause followed him he made his way over to the bar.

“Hey.” He plopped down on the stool next to me.

“Hi.”

“Want a soda, Blaze?” the bartender asked.

“Thanks, Cody.”

“I didn’t know you could play guitar, or sing.” I said as his drink was put in front of him.

He thanked Cody and turned to me, shrugging. “I’ve always loved music. It was the one church thing I didn’t mind when I was living at home.”

“You sang in the church choir?”

“Sort of. We had a youth group and they did all the singing. My parents let me learn guitar so I could play with the group. I wasn’t allowed to sing with them, that I learned on my own. Mind you, I was only able to play at church while my dad supervised to make sure I didn’t play anything unholy.”

“But you kept playing?”

“Not for a long time. Evan bought me a guitar as a six month sober gift. I picked it back up then.”

“Is Evan your ex?” I hated the hint of jealousy that crept into my voice, and Blaze grinned at me. He’d heard it too.

“My boss. He’s the one who hired me while I was living at Open Arms and helped me get my life on track.”

“Open Arms, the LGBT shelter?”

Blaze nodded. “I went there to get clean. I lived there for three months doing their program, then Evan hired me and helped me find my apartment. Basically he and Layla taught me how to adult.”

“Layla?”

“The day manager.” He grinned and nodded to Cody. “She’s taken a shine to me and Cody, mothers us every chance she gets.”

“It’s amazing you’ve found a family here.”

“That’s exactly what we are.” He nodded. “Do you have that at all?”

“Not especially. I’ve never been big on friends.”

“They get in the way of your ambitions?”

“You can read me like a book, you know that?”

“If that were true I would have seen you’d pull an invisible man act after Wednesday.”

I could tell Blaze was trying to act like it was no big deal, but I could see in his eyes how much I’d hurt him.

“That was a dick move on my part.”

“I don’t know what you want, Galen. Is it sex? A relationship? Am I crossing a line right now by talking to you about this here?”

“Usually I’d prefer to have private conversations in private, but no, you’re not crossing any lines.”

“So what is this? Am I your gay fuck toy—”

“No, not at all.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“You must have some idea. Sex? Friends with benefits? Casual dating? I’m a grown ass man and I can chose what kind of relationships I have in my life, but you need to be honest with me and tell me what you want and not string me along.”

“I want more than just sex or friends who fuck, I just don’t know how much I can give you,” I said honestly.

“I can work with that. As long as you tell me what you can give and I’ll tell you what I need.”

“I can give you casual dating. We see each other, and not just for sex. I want to know you, Blaze, and I want you to know me.”

“Then I need monogamy.”

“I need that too.”

“And I need you to be upfront about when you want to see me. I don’t care if it’s every day or a few times a week, but if you say you’ll call or text, then you’d better do it or I’m out.”

“I can do that.” I nodded.

“And you have to treat me the same in public that you do in private. I refuse to be put back in the closet, not after everything I went through—”

I didn’t let him finish his sentence, because I didn’t want to hide him away. He deserved better than that, and I wasn’t ashamed of him. Or of us.

Instead of cutting him off with my words, I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him toward me for a deep kiss, my tongue instantly finding the seam of his lips so he’d open to me.

He did, and as our tongues mated and danced together, I had to fight back the urge to slip my other hand under his shirt so I could feel the smooth planes of his stomach and chest as he gently cupped my face.

I broke the kiss before things could get too intense, but didn’t let him go.

“I’m definitely okay with that.”

He licked his lip, and that move made my semi-hard cock go rigid in seconds, and I let go of him so I didn’t do something indecent.

“Is it presumptuous to ask you to leave here with me?”

“Considering I didn’t drive because I figured I’d be getting a ride from you? Not at all.” He grinned and finished about half of his soda. “Thanks, Cody. I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Later, Blaze. Blaze’s friend.”

I felt heat flooding my cheeks at the look young Cody gave me, but I covered it up by waving at him.

As we turned to leave the bar I reached out for Blaze’s hand, linking our fingers together. I’d never had the urge to hold someone’s hand before, but I needed that contact.

“My place?” I asked as we left the bar.

“Sure. I do remember your bed being quite a bit bigger and softer than mine.”

“I don’t know, your bed was pretty incredible.”

“Must have been the company.” He winked cheekily and I laughed.

“Must have been.”

* * * * *

By the time we were in my apartment I felt like my skin was going to melt off and something was trying to burst out of my body. I was so tight with need and desire for the man standing next to me, but I tried to keep my face neutral and not let him feel the desperation that was rolling off my body in waves.

“You want a drink or something?” I turned to him, and my next question was cut off when I saw the look he was giving me.

“Definitely ‘or something’.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me to him, and I went without hesitation.

His kiss was hard and deep, and I didn’t protest when his hands cupped my neck and he held me still so he could keep control of the kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, licking and tasting every crease and crevice, and all I could do was moan and try to keep up with the frantic pace.

After a few more desperate moments of kissing I found myself being walked backward. Blaze either had incredible spatial awareness or an eidetic memory because he effortlessly moved us across the apartment and down the hall toward my bedroom.

Instead of pushing me inside, he slammed my body against the wall next to my door, and I was finally able to draw in a few gasping breaths as his lips and tongue feasted on my neck.

“As hot as you look in these suits, you’ve got to start wearing clothes with easier access. Unless you want me to use this,” He tugged on my tie, “to own you again.”

The memory of him using my tie to cover my eyes and then bind my wrists came flooding back to me, and my already rock-hard dick pulsed against his.

“Hmmm. You like that?” He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the wall next to my head as his eyes, dark with lust, searched mine. “You like when I take control? When I make you feel good?”

“Yes.”

I wasn’t actually sure I said that word out loud, on account of the fact that I could barely breathe at the thought of him doing exactly what he was asking.

Blaze smiled at me, but there was no mirth in the curve of his lips. It was a smile of promise and pure sex, and I was sure I’d come if he touched me.

“I’m going to own you, Galen. I’m going to make you feel so good you’ll feel me for days.”

“Please,” I whimpered, then gasped when he gently bit my bottom lip before licking it.

“Do you want that? Do you want me to bring you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before?” he asked against my mouth, and I could only nod.

My mind was clouding over from the onslaught of sensations I was being bombarded with, and I was grateful when Blaze pulled away so he could strip off my clothes.

My jacket ended up on the floor, then my tie. I was barely aware of him unbuttoning my shirt before it joined my other clothes. Then his hands were at my waist and the clinking of my belt undoing shocked me back into reality.

“I-I’m...”

“I’ve got you, baby.” Blaze kissed my lips as he pulled open my pants and shoved them down my legs. “Just lean back and feel, okay?”

I nodded and did as he said, but couldn’t stop my chest from heaving as I struggled to draw in a full breath.

Blaze helped me pull off my socks and shoes, and then he tugged off my pants so I was completely naked while he was fully clothed. I didn’t even have a chance to feel exposed before his lips closed around my cock, and he was sucking me into the back of his throat until his chin rested against my balls. His tongue was doing delicious things to the underside of my shaft as he swallowed around me, then hummed.

My hands fisted in his hair as I arched into his mouth, simultaneously trying to stave off my orgasm and get as deep inside him as possible, so I could finally release all the tension in my body.

When I felt a warm finger press against my opening, massaging it with gentle circles, I was a goner.

“Fuck!” I shouted as my orgasm burst out of my body. Every nerve and muscle I owned lit up and quivered as I not only hit that incredible peak of pleasure, I crashed into it and kept climbing.

Blaze’s hands were at my waist, holding me up as my legs buckled and I put my hands on his shoulders to try and keep from toppling over.

I was dizzy and seeing stars, and Blaze kept his lips sealed over my softening cock as he milked every drop of my release out of my body.

“Fuck. Jesus.” I shook my head, wrenching my eyes open as Blaze released my cock and stood in front of me. I could taste my musky, salty essence on his tongue as he kissed me, and I was grateful when he wrapped his arms around my body and held me close.

“I love watching you come, hearing your pleasure.” He pulled away from our kiss, a smile on his lips as he looked into my eyes. “You’re beautiful, Galen. So fucking beautiful.”

I didn’t have the energy or brainpower to answer him, so instead I leaned forward and gave him a sweet kiss.

“Come on.”

He kept his arms around me as he pulled me away from the wall. We left my clothes in a heap on the floor as he brought me into my bedroom and lay me down on the bed. I stared up at him, almost afraid he was going to leave me there, but instead he stripped off his clothes and lay down with me.

I’d never been much of a cuddler, and I’d always been the big spoon, but Blaze kept his body facing mine so he could press soft kisses on my face as he held me.

“What’s going on in that overworked brain of yours?” he asked after a long time of just holding and kissing me.

“I don’t know...”

“Try talking it out.”

“You’ve shifted everything for me.”

“Because I’m a man—”

“No, because you’re you.” I shook my head and brushed a kiss over his lips. “Before you I was always the dominant one. I was in control and I never fully gave in to the moment...then you happened and all you have to do is touch me and I lose myself.”

“Do you lose yourself, or do you let yourself get lost in the moment?” he asked softly.

“I don’t even know.”

“Galen, do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever trusted a partner before?”

“No.”

“So maybe you’re not losing yourself or losing control, you’re giving it to me because you trust me to take care of you.”

“Maybe.” I looked into his beautiful green eyes. “It’s just...”

“Just what?”

“I’ve never felt anything like I do with you, and the other night...”

“What about it?”

“When I came, without...”

“You mean when you came without me touching you?” he asked softly.

“Yes.’

“It’s an intense thing, but it just means our bodies work together.”

“How can I work that way, though? I’ve only ever been with women and then as soon as you’re inside me I come harder than I ever have in my life?”

“I’d love to say that was all me and I’m just that good.” He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose. “But a big part of it is biology. The prostate is an incredible gland and yours seems to be extra sensitive. I don’t know if it’s because all of this is new to you or because you’re damn lucky, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“It’s just confusing.”

“I get it.” He nodded. “You think your body is made for or works one way, and then in one encounter everything shifts and you’re experiencing things you never imagined. It’s a bit of a mindfuck.”

“Is it always like that for you?”

“No.” His hand moved so he could run his fingers through my hair. “In fact, it never is because I don’t fully let go. Usually I hold back, but with you...I couldn’t have even if I’d wanted to.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“When you had to make your living on the street, did that change how you saw sex?”

He sighed and then nodded slowly.

“The first time I was ever penetrated I was being raped by a ‘therapist’ with a dildo. The first time I had a dick in my mouth it was for twenty bucks, and I was so grossed out I almost threw up. The first time someone put their mouth on me it felt strange and I didn’t come, and the first time I let a person fuck me it was in a back alley and the guy nutted, punched me in the back of the head and took the fifty bucks he’d paid me before leaving me on the ground.”

“Shit...Blaze...”

“That was the reason I got into drinking and drugs. It was a way to dull everything while I did what I had to. I tried to have sex a few times with someone I liked while I was still on the streets, but I never got into it. It was okay, but I didn’t feel much.

“When I got sober I spent the first six months trying to figure out if I even liked sex. Then I met someone I clicked with, and for the first time in my life I enjoyed being with someone. It didn’t work out with him, but it opened my eyes to what sex could really be like and that’s when I started to get in touch with my true desires and what I liked.”

I didn’t know what to say, so instead I laid my hand on his cheek and gently traced my thumb over his bottom lip.

“With you, I didn’t feel the need to hold back. I have no idea why, but I was able to let go and just be in the moment with you. I’ve honestly never felt as much pleasure as I did that first night, after we worked out the mechanics of it.” He grinned and I chuckled.

“I guess it was just hard for me to realize that I wanted to give you my control. I wanted you to own me the way I usually owned other people. I loved every second of it, but it scared me.”

“And now?”

“I’m coming to terms with it.” I smiled and Blaze grinned. “I’ve always had a fucked up sex life.”

I didn’t know why I was telling him this. He hadn’t asked, but a lot of it had to do with what he’d told me. He’d let me into a part of his life that was painful so he could ease my fears, and I wanted to share with him too.

“What do you mean?”

“I lost my virginity at fourteen. I’d lied and told this girl I’d met at the mall I was eighteen, and we ended up at her apartment a few hours later and we had sex. It was fine, but it wasn’t like I’d been told it would be.”

“How so?”

“I wasn’t some fumbling idiot who shot my load a second after getting inside her. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but it was easy enough to figure out. While she felt good I didn’t get overwhelmed or anything. I lasted a while and actually had to fantasize a bit to finish.

“After that it was a lot of the same. I met girls and went after the ones who were into having no strings attached sex whenever I got horny enough that my hand or a washcloth weren’t enough. In college I did the same thing, but when I was in law school I couldn’t be bothered so I used escorts. It felt good enough, but there was never a desperate need to be with them. It was almost like I was going through the motions so I could have my orgasm, and then there was nothing after.

“When I started practicing law I tried to do the whole girlfriend thing because I was expected to have a pretty girl on my arm when I went to functions and dinners, but it was more of a chore than anything, so I hired women to be my plus one, and hired others to fuck when the mood hit.”

“Sounds empty,” he said softly, his hand moving down so it rested on my neck and his thumb pressed against my pulse point.

“It was. Then you came along and I was overcome with desire, and need. I didn’t just want you, I needed you. That was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure you gave me.”

“I needed you too, Galen.”

“I still need you,” I almost whispered.

“You’ve got me. Just tell me what you want, what you need, baby.”

“I need you to show me...”

“To show you how much I need you? To show you what you do to me?”

“Yes.”

Blaze leaned forward and kissed me, and then he was sitting up and pulling me with him.

I sat up with him and allowed him to pull me off the bed, following him wordlessly as he brought me into my walk-in closet.

I didn’t protest as he walked me up to the full length mirror, and shuddered when he stopped us in front of it and placed me so I was looking into it with him standing behind me.

“I want you to watch yourself as I pleasure you. See your reactions, see what I see every time I touch you.” He put one of my hands on one side of the mirror and then moved my other to the other side before using his body to bend me over slightly, so I was braced against the wall. “I want you to see just how beautiful you are. How fucking perfect.”

I shivered as he dropped a few lazy kisses on the back of my neck and then looked at the mirror.

Blaze continued kissing down my back, and when he reached my ass he knelt on the floor behind me.

I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my gaze so I could look at his body, at his flushed and swollen cock as his hands split me open.

I felt his hot breath ghost over my hole, and a moment later something wet and firm was tracing over it.

“Oh god,” I groaned, my eyes closing as I realized he was rimming me. “Shit, Blaze.”

“Look at yourself.”

I moved my eyes back up to my face as his tongue licked and teased my hole. I’d never thought that seeing my reactions to pleasure could be a turn on, but as I took inventory of my flushed skin, shimmering eyes and parted lips, I felt my desire increase.

Blaze worked his tongue over my ass as I watched myself, and then I felt it pressing inside me. “Fuck...oh god!”

Feeling his cock and fingers inside me had been incredible, but to experience his wet and nimble tongue licking my insides was almost too much.

“I’m going to come,” I warned, and almost thanked him when he pulled away from me.

“Lube and condoms?” he asked, pressing his lips against my ear as he covered my back with his body.

“Night table, top drawer.”

“Stay like this. I’ll be right back.”

Not caring what he’d just done or where his tongue had been, I reached back and caught him by the neck and dragged him toward me for a kiss. He responded eagerly, and when I finally pulled away he gave my ass a playful slap and went into my bedroom.

I didn’t move, didn’t even think to, and when he came back he had a condom on his thick shaft and a bottle of lube in his hand. As he moved behind me I watched him slick the condom up and then pour some of the lube on his fingers.

Blaze leaned against me and wrapped his arm over my shoulder so he could hold my chest before pulling my upper body so it was flush with his. Since my legs were slightly spread and he was standing straight it made our slight height difference disappear, and he looked so big and strong behind me.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked his tongue tracing the shell of my ear.

“Yes.”

I felt his slippery fingers pushing against my hole, and then they were deep inside me, working the lube into my body. I was so turned on there was no pain, just a slight stretching, and when he pulled them out I whimpered in protest.

I didn’t have to wait long because a moment later he guided the head of his cock against my waiting hole, and when he’d pushed in just far enough to breach my outer muscles, he let go of his cock and wrapped his arms and body around me. Then he shoved into me with one bone-jarring thrust so he was fully seated on the first pass.

With Blaze’s head on my shoulder, staring into the mirror with me, I was able to see both of our reactions as he rutted into my body over and over again. I could see that the lust shining in my eyes, the flush on my cheeks and the desperate cadence of my breathing as he brought us higher and higher was mirrored on his face, and I couldn’t have looked away if I’d wanted to.

“You’re so perfect, Galen. So fucking perfect.”

“God, Blaze.”

His hands moved from my chest and snaked up my arms until he could link our fingers together, and I held on for dear life as he pounded his cock into me over and over again.

Looking at him, being able to see both of us with our fingers linked was so fucking intimate it made heat blossom out in my chest. It was in stark contrast to the hard pounding he was giving me, but even with his hurried, almost frenzied pace, it felt like we were making love and not just fucking.

“Are you ready to see the stars?” he asked in my ear, his voice husky and strained.

“Yes. Please.”

Blaze shifted his body and the head of his cock slid over my prostate on the next pass, and the reaction was instantaneous.

I cried out to him as he kept hitting that incredible spot over and over again. I begged him for more. To go harder, faster, to make me come. And finally he did.

Spurts of cum shot out of my already weeping dick and sprayed on the mirror as I let out an almost inhuman cry. Stars exploded in my vision and I couldn’t stop myself from bucking backward, trying to force Blaze to keep fucking me through my orgasm.

He held off until the last bit of cum dripped off my cock and the waves of pleasure began to taper off, and I made sure to keep my eyes open and on him as he finally came.

The look of pleasure on his face was beautiful, almost painful, and it was a heady feeling to know that I’d done that to him. That it was my body that had made him come undone. He bit my shoulder as he cried out, his hips snapping into me as he fucked me right through his orgasm, and I just watched him, gasping and grunting as each frantic pass caused an aftershock to shoot through me.

When his body was finished, Blaze groaned into my shoulder before looking up so our eyes could meet in the mirror. That moment was so intimate, so special and beautiful, I felt my eyes mist over for a moment.

If Blaze noticed my reaction he didn’t let it show, and he bent his lips to kiss the mark he’d left on my shoulder before pulling out of me.

I was so sated and tired from my orgasms I couldn’t do much more than stand there as he went into the bathroom and came out a minute later condom-free and with a warm washcloth in his hand. He wiped me clean, taking time to make sure he got all of the leftover lube and cum, then wiped down the mirror. He returned the cloth to the bathroom and then pulled me into the bedroom.

I didn’t protest as he laid me down on my bed, and smiled as he lay with me. I was a bit surprised when he curled up against my side, using my shoulder as a pillow as his other hand reached up to pet my hair, but it felt right.

I didn’t have any words for him and was glad when he didn’t say anything. Instead I just closed my eyes and enjoyed his gentle caresses, and the feel of his head on my shoulder.