Page 39 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)

“Holy fuck,” He breathed, letting out a soft, pleasure-filled moan. I couldn’t wait to pull more sounds like that from him. Leaning forward slightly, I pressed soft kisses against his lips and jaw until I felt him relax again. Each time he let go, I pushed forward just an inch more.

“So fucking hot.” I whispered against his lips. His arms wrapped around me, pulling our chests flush while we shared breath. Praise kept spilling from my mouth along with soft curses until I felt our hips meet, a satisfied groan leaving both of us at the realization.

“Goddamn, you feel good.” I growled, squeezing my eyes shut, and grinding into him with a painfully tight grip around his hips.

Derek’s hand snaked around my neck, pulling me down into a drugging kiss while the other tangled into my hair.

He tugged at the strands, making small moans slip from me and riling my need higher.

“Please fuck me.” He whispered when he broke away, his eyes wide with wonder.

God, I wanted to so badly. Tentatively, I gave a small test thrust to see how he’d handle it. The drunken sound of appreciation he made had the blood rushing in my ears.

We started at a slow pace, my eyes glued to his face, watching for any signs of discomfort or pain as I continued to let him adjust to the sensation of my cock moving inside him.

When one of Derek’s hands traveled down to my ass, clenching the globe tightly as he encouraged me to move faster, I felt the last of my reservation melt away.

My hips rocked into his with near abandon as I buried my face into the side of his neck, sucking and nipping desperately at the skin.

A symphony of cries tore from deep within Derek, his fingers tightening into my sweaty hair again.

His hips pressed upward, rutting into each thrust seeking the pleasure that only I could give him.

“You’re taking my cock so good.” I pulled back from where I was leaving bruises down his neck and shoulder. My hand slid up to wrap possessively around the marks I’d made.

“This hole has never looked better than it does right now, stretched around me so good. So damn tight— perfect .” My voice was gravely as I continued to ramble on about how pretty he looked.

My thumb pressed against his jugular, just enough to feel the pressure but nothing that would cut off air supply.

His pulse was erratic, beating heavily against the pad of my finger.

Derek’s mouth fell open, a look of pure bliss on his face, and eyes glazed over as more of those insanely sexy whimpers kept falling from him.

The bed below us creaked with the intensity of our fucking.

Adjusting my angle, I pounded into him so my cockhead passed over his prostate with each thrust.

“Fuck, right there!” He cried, “So fucking good, don’t stop!”

In the back of my mind, I knew I should have been taking things slower, should have been treasuring him more, but the wrecked look on Derek’s face and the sounds coming from him were ratcheting me higher and higher while drowning everything else out.

I stared down on him, taking in every second of his pleasure. His dark hair was sweat slicked and matted to his forehead, his puffy lips red and swollen from our kissing, and the absolutely ruined expression on his face was everything.

Shit. I was in love with him.

My hips faltered at the realization, my brain needing a moment to come to terms with what I already knew to be true. I was in love with Derek Hammond. Hopelessly. Desperately.

“No, no, no. Please don’t stop.” Derek whined, tugging against my ass to encourage me to move again. “You feel so fucking good. Please Colton.”

My name on his lips had me snapping back into my body.

The need for him outweighed any romantic crisis simmering under the surface.

That primal part of me craved to watch him fall apart under me, especially knowing it’d be from my cock.

A mental image of a fucked-out Derek, cum-splattered and filthy had me resuming my thrusts in earnest as I gritted my teeth against the burning words that wanted to slip free.

Tingles burst all up and down my spine as an orgasm that would surely alter my brain chemistry swelled deep in my belly.

Knowing I wouldn’t last much longer, I snuck my hand up to Derek’s shaft, fisting it to stroke in time with my thrusts. A rush of air left him as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, and his body arched off the bed.

“Oh fuck, I’m com— Fuckfuckfuckfuck .” Derek babbled, his moans turning into full-on desperate keens of pleasure as he bucked wildly into my hand for a few moments. Then his ass clamped around me, walls rippling, as his release shot out of him in hot, sticky ropes across my fist and his stomach.

“Oh god,” Derek groaned hoarsely, his body continuing to pulse around me, and I was done for.

Stars blinked in and out of my vision as my body locked up, and I spilled into the condom, my own shout of ecstasy tearing from my throat.

My body collapsed against Derek’s as we both struggled to catch our breath, basking in the endorphins of our afterglow.

“Holy shit…” He panted, running his fingers up into the hair at the base of my neck lazily.

I hummed in agreement as I nuzzled into the space between his neck and shoulder. We laid like that, holding each other for a moment longer before I sat up and slowly pulled myself from his body.

Derek winced at the loss. “Well, that’s a… weird feeling.” He concluded, shuddering a little.

I nodded, tying off the condom and tossing it into the trashcan beside the bed. “Yeah, I don’t like it either.”

Hopping off the bed, I made my way into the bathroom for a warm washcloth before returning to clean both of us up. Derek smiled up at me sleepily when I returned, stretching like a cat in the summer sun as I cleared away the mess.

Once done, I pitched the cloth into the nearby hamper, tucked myself in behind him, and wrapped an arm around his waist. Pulling the sheets over our bodies, I pulled him flush against me and laid soft kisses over his shoulder.

He snuffled softly, eyes already closed and breathing evening out as he drifted off into sleep. I smiled, reveling in the knowledge I’d so thoroughly worn him out.

I laid there watching him for a moment while warm affection coursed through my veins. Everything about tonight had been incredible from start to end. Sighing heavily, I buried my nose in Derek’s hair and took in the scent that was uniquely him but only more musky after our fucking.

I was in love with him.

There was something so on brand about me having that revelation literally balls deep in the man. I couldn’t be like the other guys that realized over a wonderful Sunday breakfast or during a particularly romantic date. No, I had to come to the conclusion just before coming my brains out.

My brain wandered, trying to picture how Derek would handle me confessing, or if it would be better to hold onto these feelings.

But, the early hour after a full day and two intense orgasms had my eyes slowly drifting shut.

Pressing one last soft kiss to the back of Derek’s neck, I promised myself I’d find a time to tell him how I felt.