Page 51 of It’s Only Love

Dennis

I’m trying so fucking hard to be calm and collected for Mike and his first time having someone inside him, but I’m really struggling right now.

This moment with Mike is a reminder of all that I’ve gained…

him . Everything I’ve lost and gone through has culminated at this point in time.

Like everything that happened to me has led to me finally having Mike in every way. His love. His body. His fears, too.

The emotions soaring through me are almost too much. Tears slide down my face as I pump into Mike. My Mike. Mine . I swallow it all down and focus on the moment. This isn’t just about me.

He’s squeezing the sheets, his face pressed into his pillow.

His back is tense, muscles rippling and defined, as he clenches around me.

My eyes roll up into my head from the pressure.

I feel his wet heat wrapped around me like a tight hug.

Every fucking nerve is firing along my cock, and it’s going to take all my strength and willpower to keep from coming too soon.

Little does Mike know that being inside a man is a first for me.

I haven’t told him yet because I don’t want him to worry about me, and he always worries about me—another thing I love so much about him.

I just want him to feel everything and enjoy it.

That he wants me inside him is another level of trust, showing how committed he is to me in all ways.

God, he’s fucking wrecking me emotionally.

Focus, Dennis .

My hands rest on Mike’s back, and I press him down flat on the bed, as I watch my cock slide in and out, in and out.

The air in my room is filled with the scent of musky arousal and the beach from earlier.

God, and his sounds… whimpers, groans… I especially love it when he begs me to do things to him.

“Den… God. You feel… You feel,” he gasps each time I thrust into him.

“How does it feel, babe? Tell me exactly how it feels.”

“Fuck… I don’t know. Owned. Loved. Full…”

I sniff away my emotions and smile down at him. “I could get addicted to this.”

“Yeah, me too,” he grits.

His fingers curl tightly into the sheets, and he turns his head to the side so I can see his face. It’s covered in tears, making my lip tremble. I bite it as more hot tears slide out of me. I never liked crying, but for him… I would do it every time.

I press my body against his, slowing down my thrusts because I want this to last forever. I kiss his wet face, tasting salt on my lips and tongue. Mike reaches behind him and grabs the back of my head, fisting my hair.

After I kiss him again, I raise myself, and he lets go of me.

I move faster now. Despite wanting this to last, I’m so fucking desperate to come.

I must slide over his prostate right then, because he cries out and shoves his ass back up, pushing against me.

“More, Den… more. Fuck, that spot… Jesus. ”

“You want it harder? Faster?” My voice trembles as I speak, despite my efforts to talk dirty to him.

“Yes, please. Please .”

“You like me filling you? Stretching you?”

He nods into my pillow, his eyes shut tightly. “Yes. So much.”

My fingers dig into the meaty part of his ass, and I slowly pull out before thrusting back in hard, pulling a grunt from Mike. “You feel how deep I am, babe?”

“Yes!”

“Do you need to… come?” I ask, my words clipped and out of breath.

“Yes…” The sound coming from him is guttural.

“Stroke yourself. Come for me, babe. Come hard.”

Mike slides his hand across the bed and dips it under his stomach. Soon, his body is trembling as he strokes himself in a rhythm that matches my rapid thrusts. I’m so fucking close, too.

His skin is hot under my fingertips and around my cock.

Sweat gathers on my forehead and drips down my face, mingling with the remaining tears that haven’t dried yet.

His ass is fucking stunning to look at, but even more stunning is watching my dick slide in and out of him.

It’s something I never thought would happen in a million years.

“Den… I’m… I’m…” Mike stammers, pulling my attention back to him.

Then, his body freezes for a second before he lets out a loud and muffled cry into my pillow.

Jesus, good thing no one’s home. It’s hot as fuck.

He squeezes the hell out of me, pulling a moan from deep within my chest. I continue to fuck him through his orgasm, focusing on his pleasure until he’s done.

When his body relaxes, I pump faster and harder, desperate to chase my own climax.

The pressure is almost unbearable, spreading throughout my body. My spine tingles, and my body breaks out in chills. I close my eyes and just feel Mike surrounding me, small aftershocks from his orgasm squeezing my dick.

“Fill me, Den… Fill me. Please.”

And that’s it. That’s my tipping point: Mike begging me to come in his ass.

I explode. There’s no other word that fits this moment.

Cum shoots out of me and fills him, just like he asked me to.

It’s never-ending. I throw my head back, and I can barely move as the orgasm hits me with full force, but I continue to slide in and out, never wanting this sensation to end.

When I feel like my bones and muscles no longer work, I fall on top of Mike’s hot, sweaty back, my cock slipping out of him.

“Fuck me…” he groans.

I can only nod in agreement.

Once the sensation in my nerves returns, I’m suddenly hit with the urge to see it. I sit back on my knees and pry Mike’s sexy ass cheeks apart to see my load leak out of him.

“Hell, yeah… that’s fucking hot. Look at me, spilling out of you.” My finger dips into his sloppy hole and spreads my cum around. “Yep… fucking hot.”

Mike groans again. “You’re going to get me hard again.”

I wipe my finger on the sheets and grin at him before falling to my side in bed. He rolls over to face me and drags his fingers through my wet hair. “You look sexy all wrecked,” he says, his voice still raspy from the sex.

“So do you. Hell, you always look sexy.”

I rest my head on the pillow, and we stare at each other for a moment. Mike looks content. Happy. I lean in to give him a brief kiss, needing to taste that joy. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s all I can think about.

“I didn’t say anything before, but that was my first,” I admit .

“First, what?” His eyes suddenly grow wide as what I mean dawns on him. “First time?”

I nod and bite my bottom lip. “Yep. I’ve never been the one to…

Well, you know. I’m glad it was you.” He frowns for a bit and looks away, and I know exactly where his head went.

“Don’t do that, babe. We’ve had a lot of firsts and a lot more to come.

We aren’t looking back. Not anymore. We only look forward now. ”

He sighs and nods. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. No more looking back.”

I push him onto his back, and I lie on top of him as I smile mischievously. “You know, now that I’ve had a taste of you, there’s no going back. You better share that ass of yours from here on out.”

Mike bursts out laughing, wrapping his arms around me. “You got it. We might have to fight for bottoming, actually.”

“Wrestling my hot boyfriend for sex? I’ll take it.”

He fingers my hair again, no longer smiling, but his eyes speak of love.

“I look forward to it. I look forward to so many things with you, Den. To build not just our relationship, but a home together. To raise Willow as doggy daddies.” I smile at that and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re everything to me, baby. Because of you, I don’t feel… broken or mismatched, you know?”

I soften for him. I know what he means, but he was never broken or mismatched. Mike has always been perfect in my eyes, and I tell him that. “There’s never been anything wrong with you. Not now. Not ever. Never think that way again.”

He doesn’t argue, just nods. “Den, now that we’re planning a future together and… Meh, maybe it’s too soon to talk about.”

“No, tell me. We can talk about anything.”

He eyes me for a moment before he tells me what he was thinking. “Do you think you’d ever want kids?”

“Yeah, of course. I want to teach them, but I’d love to have them, too. Is that what you want?”

He nods again. “Yeah, I think I would. With you.”

I smile down at him. “Then we’ll have kids. We’re going to have an amazing life together.”

“I know we will.”

“Now all I need to do is get my job shit sorted. And I have a plan.”

He raises a brow at me. “Oh, what plan?”

“A plan I’m not going to tell you about because it may not work. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“If you say so. But as I said before, we’ll figure this out together. I’m sure things will work out.”

“Thanks, babe. Have I told you I love you?”

Mike’s smile turns crooked. “Only about a million times.”

“Then it’s now a million and one.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting my heart to be beating this hard and fast. Or for my hands to be this clammy. But I’m sucking it up for Mike and me. We need this to work out.

I’ve already called the other job I had an interview with and told them I was backing out, explaining that I appreciate them taking the time to interview me, but I just can’t drive far after my accident and be away that long.

With a trembling hand, I raise my fist and knock on the door.

“Come in,” Mr. Hutchins calls from inside.

He doesn’t know I’m coming because warning him I was going to grovel would lessen the impact. Or he could deny me altogether .

I open his office door and step inside, feeling like I’m going to be sick. I’m not against a little begging. I want this to work. I need this to work.

His eyes grow wide, and his brows shoot to his hairline. “Dennis?”

I give him an awkward wave. “Hey, Mr. Hutchins.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve, ah, come to beg for my job back.”

“Dennis, I—”

“Please hear me out, Mr. Hutchins,” I interrupt. “Please.”

His shoulders sag, and he nods as he waves his hand over to the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”