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THIRTY-TWO

ANDRE

Watching Ethan crawl across the bed, his muscles flexing with each movement, sent a thrill through me. All that hockey practice had made his ass and legs stunning. He retrieved the lube from the nightstand, holding it up with a smirk that sent my heart into overdrive.

He started to open the bottle, but I stopped him. “Let me.” I moved to him so I could take the lube.

I wanted to be the one to get him ready.

Ethan’s eyes, filled with trust and anticipation, met mine. He nodded, handing me the lube before getting on all fours, presenting himself to me.

The sight of him, so vulnerable, made my breath catch. I ran a hand over his back, noticing how the muscles shifted beneath my touch. His skin was warm and smooth with a few freckles scattered across his shoulders.

“You’re incredible.” I pressed a kiss to his lower back. He shivered under my touch, his body flexing slightly.

I applied lube to my fingers, warming it between them before pressing a single digit against his entrance. He pushed back, eager for more.

I smiled, my free hand caressing the firm curve of his ass. “Patience,” I murmured, circling his hole with deliberate, slow caresses as he tried to follow my suggestion.

The passion radiating from him struck me to my core. His openness built on the vibe we’d created earlier when we said we loved each other. How he gave himself to me in this moment was something I’d always remember.

Ethan let out a soft sigh, his body trembling as I eased one finger inside. I maneuvered slowly, always giving him time to adjust. His muscles tightened, then relaxed. My cock throbbed in response, making its desire—and mine—clear.

“You feel so good.” My voice was low with want.

I added more lube, nudging a second finger in alongside the first. My other hand explored the strong, powerful muscles of his thighs and up to his balls.

“More, Andre,” he gasped, pushing back against my hand. His voice fractured with need.

I obliged, scissoring my fingers gently, stretching him. His body responded, opening up for me. I leaned down and trailed kisses and soft licks across his back. Each touch and movement drew fresh sounds of desire.

“God, you’re so sexy.”

He turned his head, his eyes dark pools of desire. “I need you, Andre. Please don’t make me beg.”

His words sent heat surging through me. I slowly withdrew my fingers, circling one around his entrance.

He dropped his head and released a long, deep growl.

“Please. Please. Please.”

I coated my cock with lube, the head already slick with precum. Positioning myself at his entrance, I leaned over him, one hand steadying his hip.

“Fuck.” He drew the word out.

I draped myself against his back, my chest pressed to his spine as I peppered kisses across his shoulders. “How do you want to do this?” I asked quietly, my cock nestled against his waiting hole.

He turned his head, his pupils dilated with desire. “I want to sit down on you.” His voice carried a mix of steadiness and determination. “Like before.”

I nodded and scooted backwards, creating enough distance to stretch out. I stroked the full length of my cock while he watched. His hand joined mine and we stroked together. Each movement sent electricity racing through my veins.

He looked down at me, an adventurous smile playing on his lips. He swung a muscular leg over me, planting his knees on either side of my hips. His hard cock stood proudly above my stomach, leaking a drop onto my skin. I gathered it with my fingertips and brought it to my mouth, savoring his taste.

Ethan reached back, wrapped his fingers around my cock, and stroked twice, increasing my anticipation. He positioned me against his entrance. Gradually, he lowered himself.

A groan slipped from me as the tight ring of muscle yielded, enveloping the head of my cock in velvety pressure. The sensation transcended anything I’d imagined. His tightness turned every nerve ending into a live wire.

“Fuck, Ethan. So tight.” Despite my desire to watch Ethan’s face, my eyes fluttered closed as overwhelming sensations threatened to short-circuit my brain.

“You’re so long.” His breath hitched as he took more of me. “But fuck, it’s good.”

I looked to him and found concentration etched across his features, discomfort mingling with pleasure in equal measure.

I gripped his hips, steadying him as he moved. “Take your time.” My voice strained with the effort of holding back. “There’s no rush.”

“Except I want to ride you. Feel you deep in me.” He rocked, sliding up and down a small portion of my length, previewing pleasures to come.

Leaning over, he planted his hands on my chest so he could kiss me. I ran my fingers through his wavy hair, moaning into his mouth as our tongues met.

He rested his forehead against mine, that small gesture of connection becoming very familiar. “You know, between us, I’ve got the girth, you’ve got the length.”

“And I can’t wait to have all of that in me.” I reached and grabbed for his thick cock, stroking it a few times. As I did that, his hole pulsed around my dick.

His eyes flashed with fire. “Good to know.”

After another kiss, he sat back up. The shift in position relaxed his muscles, and I slid in further. We gasped in unison. The intense bliss overwhelmed me, making me slam my hand down on the mattress. Ethan balanced himself with a palm against my chest, head thrown back in abandon.

“Fuck, Ethan,” I managed to say. “Everything okay?”

His eyes glistened, the blue almost consumed by black. “Yeah.” The word came out breathless. “Just need a minute.”

He took deep breaths. The pause benefited us both—I needed the moment to pull back from the edge.

“All the time you need.” I traced my fingers along his cock, smiling as it jumped at my touch.

He began moving, and I let him maintain control until he found his rhythm. Ethan’s hips rose and fell, taking my entire length. He’d almost release me completely before sinking down again. Each descent ratcheted up the intensity.

The measured pace was maddening in the most delicious way. Carefully, I started moving with him, thrusting upward as he descended.

He nodded, his eyes glazing as a sheen of sweat broke out on his chest.

“You like that?”

He grunted an acknowledgment. “Need fucking more.”

Ethan leaned forward, gripping my shoulders. I increased both speed and force as he tightened and released around me. The sensations bordered on too much, but seeing how much he was enjoying this drove me forward.

His cock bounced against my stomach with each movement, leaving trails of slick across my skin. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking in rhythm.

“Yes.” The word escaped as a whimper, his body trembling. “Harder, please.”

He pushed back against me with greater urgency. I matched his pace, our bodies slick with sweat, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

My orgasm built, tension coiling tighter with each thrust.

“I’m close,” I gasped, muscles tensing as I teetered on the edge of release.

Ethan looked down at me, eyes filled with love and hunger. “Come with me.”

His hand joined mine around his cock, our fingers interlocking as we stroked together. His muscles clenched as he shattered. Ropes of cum shot across my stomach and chest as he cried out.

That sight pushed me over.

With a final thrust, I came, my body shuddering through the intensity. For endless moments, there was nothing but our joined groans and pulsing bodies as we emptied ourselves.

As the aftershocks subsided, Ethan remained where he was, smiling down at me. His face softened with satisfaction, flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes making him look impossibly sexy.

“I suppose I need to move.” But even having said that, he didn’t try to shift.

I caressed his thigh. “I kind of like you right there. It’s a nice view.”

He glanced down at my chest and stomach. “Oh my god. I made such a mess.”

“It was fuckin’ hot. It just kept going.”

He reached behind himself and adjusted so my cock slipped free. With a graceful movement, he rolled to the side and settled next to me.

“Even on your chin.” He leaned in and licked it away.

I groaned at the intimacy and ran my hand across his back, and he rewarded me with a languid kiss.

He relaxed against me with a contented sigh. “I’m sure I’ve never come that much before.” He wrapped an arm around me, ignoring the stickiness between us.

“That was…” I began, but words failed to capture what we’d shared.

“I don’t think I’ve got the words either.” Those blue eyes I could lose myself in forever looked into mine. “I love you.”

I reached over, cupping his face. “And I love you.” I pulled him to me for a gentle kiss, the kind I’d never tire of.

Ethan’s stomach rumbled, demanding attention and breaking our peaceful moment. We laughed as he rolled his eyes.

“I suppose we should clean up and have that dinner,” I said as my stomach growled in agreement.

He rolled off the bed and offered me a hand up. “Please stay over.”

“I’d like that.” I led us to the en suite. “Waking up with you the other day was the best. I’d like to do that as much as possible.”

“Me too.” He trailed kisses from my cheek to my mouth.

He opened the closet and pulled out a towel, setting it next to his on the rack while I worked to get the water temperature right—simple teamwork that felt like a preview of countless times ahead.