Page 84 of Vital Signs

"Fuck, Hunter—I can't—please—"

"What do you need?"

"I've changed my mind," he said. "I want you to fuck me."

"You sure?"

"Yes." His hands gripped my jaw. "Please."

He reached between us and wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking me. The contact made me hiss.

"I'm going to put you exactly where I want you," he said, voice commanding. "And you're going to let me."

I nodded as he positioned me at his entrance. The head of my cock pressed against him.

"Look at me," he ordered, hands on my hips.

I met his gaze as he guided me inside, watching his face as I pushed into him inch by inch. His mouth fell open, eyes widening.

I gripped his hips hard and drove forward, slow but deep. He was so tight, so hot around me I nearly lost it. I barely gave him a second before thrusting again, harder.

The van rocked beneath us. After years of numbness, every sensation was magnified until I could barely breathe. I was present in every cell, every nerve firing like I'd forgotten it could.

"More," he gasped, accent thickening. "Right there, don't stop."

His body gripped me like a vise. I grabbed his thighs, pushing them wider, changing the angle. I kept the rhythm, driving into him as he arched beneath me.

Despite the intensity, I recognized the familiar plateau forming. That wall I couldn't break through.

I spat into my hand and reached between us, wrapping my fingers around him, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Fuck!" he screamed, back arching. "Hunter, I'm gonna come again—"

"Break for me," I whispered. "I'll catch you when you fall."

The sight of him coming undone, the pressure of him pulsing around me, and the sounds torn from his throat created the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced.

But my own release remained frustratingly out of reach.

His arms came around me, embracing me fully.

He whispered something in French. Then, "Stay with me, Hunter."

The words broke something open inside me. My hips slowed, each thrust becoming deeper, more deliberate. His fingers traced gentle patterns on my back.

I kept moving inside him, slow and deep, our bodies rocking together.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "For trying to leave you."

His eyes flew open, locking with mine. "Then stay with me now," he said, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched. "Stay right here with me."

I nodded, unable to speak. Our bodies continued moving together, the pace unhurried now, each thrust a promise. Webreathed the same air, connected in ways that went beyond physical.

Then he let out a low, deep moan and tipped his head back. "Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, it's so good."

The wall that had held me back finally shattered.

I came with a force that stunned me, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. After years of chasing highs that never satisfied, this release was like redemption. Like coming home to somewhere I thought I'd lost forever.