Page 170 of Should the Sky Fall

Dawson’s back arches when Cal adds another finger and his legs fall open further.

He gazes up at Cal, looking half-drunk. “Are you? Mine?”

Cal lets his forehead rest against Dawson’s, eyes closing. “Always, Dawson.”

Dawson lets out a shuddering breath. “Okay, that’s enough. I’m ready.”

Cal can’t summon the will to protest. He needs to be inside Dawson, feel him as close as humanly possible. He fits himself into the space Dawson has created for him and stretches out on top of him, containing him with his body.

Dawson’s eyelids flutter, his legs spread wider.

Cal guides himself in, watching Dawson’s face for any sign of pain, but doesn’t find any.

Dawson’s mouth falls open on a silent moan, his chin tipping back and exposing his throat. Taking it as an invitation, Cal runs his lips and tongue over the soft skin while he continues driving his hips forward in small, rocking thrusts until there’s no further to go.

“Dawson?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

Dawson laughs, and it jostles his whole body, causing him to clench around Cal’s cock and make him see stars.

He loops his arms around Cal’s neck and gives him the sweetest smile. “Never better.”

This man will be the death of him, Cal’s sure of that. And he doesn’t even mind.

His lips descend on Dawson’s as he gives the first, experimental thrust. He swallows Dawson’s moan, and does it again, and again, setting up a steady rhythm that has his eyes rolling back into his head. Dawson clings to him for all he’s worth, face buried in Cal’s neck and muffling his moans against Cal’s skin.

All too soon, Cal’s arms start to shake, the muscles of his abdomen burning. Sweat beads at his temples even though he hasn’t done anything too strenuous.

Dawson lifts his head. “Cal?”

“I’m fine,” he grunts through clenched teeth. This is ridiculous. He should have more stamina than this. He’s been doing his planks and push-ups! And what about all the swimming?!

Dawson pushes at his shoulders. “Let me get on top.” He gives him a stern look when Cal opens his mouth to argue.

Defeated, Cal straightens up and sits back, withdrawing from the heat of Dawson’s body with a grimace. He allows Dawson to manhandle him until he’s lying flat on his back, head propped on a pillow. He tries to sit up when Dawson throws a leg over his hips and straddles him.

Dawson holds him down with a hand at the center of his chest. “Stay.” He rises onto his knees and reaches back to grip Cal’s cock, the position not unlike yesterday. His lips curl in a mischievous grin. “Just lie back and take it.” He takes Cal’s cock in one smooth glide, eyes firmly on his.

Cal just lies there, gripping Dawson’s hips.

And takes it.

“How’s that?” Dawson asks, both hands on Cal’s chest as he slides up and down, up and down.

It takes a moment for Cal to find his voice. “The view is rather phenomenal.” While he feels bad for having Dawson do all the work, he can’t deny it’s heavenly. Like this, Dawson is a vision, one set on driving Cal out of his mind with want.

“Yeah?” Dawson looks way too pleased. An idea glimmers in his eyes. “Just wait until…” He comes to a stillness, Cal’s cock buried all the way inside him. He takes his hands off Cal’s chest. “Okay, just so you know, this is somethingIsaw in porn and always wanted to try. It’s supposed to feel really good.”

He watches in a daze as Dawson leans back, bracing himself on Cal’s thighs inches above his knees. If the view was amazing before, now it’s magnificent, Dawson’s whole body on display.

And then Dawson starts moving.

Something about this position allows Cal’s cock to reach impossibly deep, making him choke on an inhale.

Dawson’s muscles ripple as he works his hips, his hard, flushed cock bouncing against his stomach. Suddenly, he lets out a strangled cry, and Cal knows he must’ve found what he’s been looking for. Whatever it is, it makes him go completely unhinged, riding Cal’s cock until his legs quake and sweat rolls down his chest.