Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“No,” I said. “Your body needs time to heal.”
Tate shook his head violently, but I kissed him again before he could protest verbally.
“This feels so fucking amazing, Tate,” I managed to get out as I began rocking against him once more. “Don’t you feel it?”
Tate nodded, his lips skimming mine with the move. “Promise me,” he grated as he bucked against me to increase the friction. “Promise me this isn’t the last time we’re together like this.”
I knew it was a promise I shouldn’t make, especially since I had no idea what tomorrow or the next day would bring. But the idea of not feeling Tate’s body wrapped around mine again wasn’t fathomable to me so I nodded. “I promise,” I said against his lips. “I’m going to make you feel so good the next time I get inside that tight hole of yours,” I vowed.
Tate groaned at my words. I began humping against him with less finesse as I said, “I’m going to fuck you just like this, Tate. Facing you. Just so I can watch those beautiful eyes of yours go wide when I slip inside of you.”
Tate sucked in a harsh breath and his hold on my arm became almost painful.
“You’ll try to hold on to me tight, won’t you, baby? You’ll try to keep me from leaving all that snug heat even for a second,” I said as I used my hand on his ass to clutch him even closer to me. One or both of us was leaking so much pre-cum that our dicks slid against each other with ease and I could feel my body drawing up tight.
Another nod from Tate and a mumbled, “Yes.”
“And when you finally come apart around me and you feel me shooting my cum inside you, you’ll say my name, won’t you?”
Whatever Tate said next wasn’t even intelligible, but I had no trouble understanding him because his eyes had flipped open and he was nodding viciously.
“Say it now,” I suddenly demanded, the need to hear my name falling from his lips undeniable.
“Hawke,” he whispered harshly.
My heart seized up, but not in pleasure. I slowed my moves and released my hold on Tate’s ass so I could press all of my weight down on him. As badly as I needed to come, I needed something more from him, but I was terrified of what it meant. A flash of emotion shot through me as I realized I would demand it of him despite what it would cost me. Because I needed all of him in that moment. But more than that, I needed to be all of me.
Tate’s desire had eased enough that he was watching me in confusion. His hands were resting on the backs of my arms just above my elbows. I leaned down to kiss him and then cupped the sides of his face with my hands.
“Michael,” I whispered against his mouth.
Tate didn’t move or respond for the longest time. In fact, it felt like he was barely even breathing. But his eyes never left mine as he said, “Michael” in a barely-there voice.
“Again,” I demanded.
“Michael,” he said again, louder this time.
Pleasure flooded my entire body and I began thrusting my hips against his with ruthless precision.
“Again,” I ground out as I braced my hands next to his head so I could bear my own weight as I rolled my lower body over his in heavy, weighted drags.
“Michael,” he cried out, his voice growing more and more desperate. And after that, I didn’t have to command him to say my name anymore. With every exhale, he called to me and I gave him what he needed, what we both needed. Tate went over seconds before I did and I felt his nails dig into my back where he was holding onto me as he screamed my name and his cum drenched us both. My own orgasm ripped through me without mercy and I dropped all of my weight onto Tate and gathered him into my arms as I rode out the endless waves of pleasure. The climax was so forceful that it bordered on painful and it was several long minutes before the brutally strong aftershocks eased enough that I stopped grinding my hips against Tate’s. The roaring in my ears quieted enough to hear Tate still whispering my name.
I lifted my head enough to seal my lips over his in an unhurried kiss that was really just our lips pressed together for the few seconds between the deep breaths we were each sucking in to try to get our bodies back to some semblance of normal. I used my elbows to lift my weight up enough so I could run my fingers through Tate’s slickened hair. The blissful expression on his face was one I would remember for the rest of my life, but nothing compared to the equal parts of pleasure and pain that tore through me when he said “Michael” one last time before closing his eyes.