Page 171 of Should the Sky Fall

The heat that’s been building up in Cal’s belly turns into a scorching flame. He manages to let out a raspy “Dawson” to warn him.

Dawson’s next moan is the loudest yet. He nods, chest heaving as he gazes down at Cal. “Yeah. I’m right there with you.” He tips his head back, exposing the beautiful stretch of his neck littered with red marks Cal has left on him.

A surge of possessiveness rushes through Cal’s veins.Mine.

He wraps a hand around Dawson’s leaking cock, stroking in tandem with his movements.

“Cal!” Dawson’s hips stutter, thrusting into Cal’s grip before sinking all the way down Cal’s length. “Oh fuck. Fuck. Cal.”

A few seconds and another call of Cal’s name later, Dawson’s cock erupts in Cal’s hand, his release splashing across Cal’s fingers and stomach.

Seeing Dawson like this, lost to pleasure and chanting Cal’s name has him hovering on the edge, and when Dawson clenches around him, he tips over completely, filling Dawson up.

Panting, Dawson flops down on top of him, Cal’s cock still buried inside him.

“Ow,” Dawson groans.

Cal’s arms are around him in an instant. “Are you hurt?”

Dawson huffs, sending a gust of breath over Cal’s skin. “My thighs are burning. No running for me tomorrow.”

“Sorry.”

“Hm, not at all.” He rolls his head so he can look at Cal. His content smile soothes all Cal’s worries. “I like seeing you under me.”

Cal likes it too. He likes everything, honestly.

Dawson makes a face when Cal’s softening cock slips out of him.

Cal can sympathize. He trails one hand down Dawson’s spine, over the enticing curve of his asscheeks, dipping his fingers between them. Dawson shivers when Cal rubs his slick rim, Cal’s spent cock twitching when he feels his come leak out.

“That calls for another shower,” Dawson mumbles, nuzzling Cal’s chest.

“In a minute.” He traces lazy circles around Dawson’s opening, loving how it makes him whimper and squirm.

“Hmm…alright.” Dawson blinks up at him, looking bashful all of a sudden. “What are you thinking?”

“That you’re amazing and I love you.”

There’s that blush again. Cal can’t get enough.

“I’d say it’s just the post-orgasmic haze talking, but…same.” Dawson intertwines his hands and rests his chin on them so he can look at Cal.

Cal’s gaze catches on Dawson’s wedding ring and a strange sensation spreads through his gut. There’s something wrong with that ring—with what it represents—even though being able to call himself Dawson’s husband is the biggest privilege he could ever dream of.

An unbidden thought pushes to the forefront of his mind. The words are out of him before he can consider them.

“Marry me.”

“What?” Dawson says with a nervous laugh.

Cal doesn’t take the words back. They feel right. “Marry me.”

“Um…” Dawson purses his lips, humor shining in his eyes. “That ship has sailed, honey.”

Cal’s heart flutters at the endearment, but can’t afford to dwell on it now. “That was different. That was before…” He can’t say it. “Before. I’m not the same person you married. I never will be. But I still want to be your husband.”

Stunned speechless, Dawson just looks at him, baffled but… Is that longing?