“That’s what I believed,” he mentioned, his voice husky as I involuntarily thrust towards his palm, feeling a combination of disgrace and need.

“Please, I have to handle you,” I mentioned weakly. It was true, I did wish to make him come, nevertheless it was greater than that. I wanted to have the ability to say with my physique the phrases that have been so troublesome to talk with my tongue.

I need you.

I need this.

I don’t need this to finish…

“No, no, we’re not doing that once more,” he mentioned, and I needed to ask what he meant. However earlier than I may, he yanked my sweatpants right down to my ankles, my very own cock springing free, moist and wild.

“Take a look at that large, stunning cock of yours,” Dawson mentioned, his voice all gravelly and attractive. I thrust into the air, from the sound of his voice alone. My cock actually ached. I needed to come back so fucking dangerous, and to listen to Dawson like that… to see him like that… bare, swollen cock on show as he stared down at me with a startling depth, I needed to seize a maintain of myself. I wanted to be touched.

“Ah, ah…” Dawson growled as he smacked my hand away, the movement making my cock bounce and twinge from the influence.

“I didn’t say you may do this,” he teased.

“Dawson, please, I…” My phrases pale into nothing as Dawson’s thick hardness pressed towards mine and his hand wrapped round us each. The texture of his cock towards mine, moist and slippery, made me see stars. A deep groan left my chest and bubbled from my lips as Dawson constructed a rhythm, stroking us collectively.

“I don’t know if I can maintain off. I—”

I couldn’t maintain it. With one squeeze and thrust, I used to be erupting like a rattling volcano over each of our cocks, over his hand, and my imaginative and prescient had gone white.

“God, you’re stunning whenever you come,” he purred as his thrusts got here to a halt. “Fuuuuuck…” He groaned, lengthy and low, the feeling of his pulsing, throbbing cock towards mine throwing me into rapture. We each laid there a sticky, moist, gross mess of mutual cum, till our respiration had returned to regular, and Dawson eliminated himself from atop of me, falling to the opposite facet of the mattress, his limbs nonetheless tangled with mine.

Slumber crept in beneath the crash of adrenaline, of reduction. I vaguely registered Dawson wiping me up with a towel earlier than crawling again into mattress with me, pulling me near him.

The very last thing I bear in mind earlier than darkness fell, was the heat of his maintain, and the whisper of 1 phrase.

Mine.

CHAPTER 26

Nolan

I woke as much as the sound of birds singing, like some rattling Hallmark film. Heat surrounded me, and I burrowed into it like a rabbit hunkering down for winter, not eager to open my eyes.

I needed to carry onto the right, pre-awakening haze that held Dawson and I collectively like glue for the second. His leg threaded by mine, his fingers cascading alongside my again slowly as he fought his personal consciousness, little doubt.

I curled somewhat nearer to his heat chest, the coarse, sparse hair there tickling my cheek. Pressed so shut, I may hear his heartbeat, gradual and regular.

I may additionally really feel his semi-erect cock twitching towards mine, and the reminiscence of the earlier night time got here flooding again to me, inflicting my very own cock to get up.

“Good Morning, stunning.” Dawson’s half-asleep voice shouldn’t have sounded that attractive, however rattling if it didn’t get up each nerve ending in my physique.

Instinctively, I floor my cock towards him as I buried my head in his shoulder, the taut pores and skin on his neck teasing my lips, baiting me to kiss and suck his flesh till I’d marked him like some teenage vampire.

Mine, mine, mine.

I opened my eyes, my imaginative and prescient blurry till Dawson’s beautiful face got here into focus. I hadn’t remembered taking my glasses off, however I used to be conscious from the semi-blur of shapes behind Dawson that I didn’t have them.

Which made me really feel solely extra weak.

That first time you spend the night time with somebody, the place you allow them to see you beneath all that you just current to the world is all the time nerve-wracking, however whenever you’re letting the person of your literal desires see you and your bedhead and your horrible imaginative and prescient very first thing within the morning, it’s one thing else fully.

“Morning,” I mentioned, letting out a yawn, wanting up at Dawson from my spot beneath him.

“You don’t must rise up,” he purred, his fingertips tracing traces up and down my backbone, hovering simply above my naked ass.

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