My hand comes up to grip his hip, rocking him faster on my cock, while my other comes to wrap around his length, stroking as pre-cum spills out of his slit. He feels so fucking good.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur through gritted teeth. “Ride this dick. You look so good up there, fucking yourself on my cock. Your ass was fucking made for me, Bambi. You were fucking made for me.”

At the sound of his pet name, his head snaps down and his eyes collide with mine, and if it were possible, his smoldering gaze darkens even more. With the faint glow of the hallway light spilling into the room, I can make out the red stain on his neck and cheeks, and the line of sweat that trails along his chest.

The blunt tips of his nails dig into my skin, the bite only adding to the pleasure. The telltale signs of my release are creeping in, so I flip us one more time, pinning his back to the bed as I throw his leg over my shoulder and really drive into him. I spit into my palm before wrapping it around his cock, stroking him with fervor as I chase my climax.

His shaky fingers thrust into his hair, gripping the strands, as his eyes roll back. “Fuck, Stone… Oh, God. I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too, baby,” I reply, so close to the edge. My entire body is vibrating, practically shaking. “Milk this fucking cock.”

“Oh, my God,” he moans seconds before his cock erupts. His body practically convulses as his orgasm takes hold of him. Thick, hot spurts of cum spray all over his chest and neck, some even getting on his chin. The sight is so fucking sexy.

I can’t hold back anymore. My entire body tingles, getting thrown off its axis, as my release plunders through me like an avalanche of raw, unhindered ecstasy. My head throws back as I bury myself as deep as I can go inside of him, never wanting to leave.

Letting his leg drop, I bring my body down and I kiss him. I kiss him like my life depends on it. Kiss him like I may never get to again. Like I might be able to keep him close to me if I just kiss him right. Kiss him hard enough.

An overwhelming wave of undiluted feelings rushes through me and before I can stop them, hot tears are streaming out of my closed eyes. Our kiss becomes salty, and soon his own tears are dripping onto my hand beside his head. Neither of us acknowledges the mess of emotions we are, nor do we pull apart.