“Yeah? You like being filled with my cock?”

  “So… so… much,” he responds through a heavy breath.

  I pull back my hips and slide right back in, testing his readiness and eliciting a deep moan from the gorgeous man before me.

  “How do you want it? Nice and slow and gentle?” I ask, giving him just that. “Or hard, wild, and deep?” I growl out as I grab his shoulder for leverage and slam into him. He lets out a deep, guttural moan as he drops his head. “What is it you want, Knox? You have to tell me if you want to get it.”

  Repeating the motion and giving him another hard, deep thrust, I already know. His body is telling me everything, but I want the words. It drives me wild to hear him voice his desires—ones I get to fulfill.

  “Yes… j-just like that, b-but more… faster, harder. Please… take me. Stretch me open with your cock and use me. I want it… I… need it,” Knox admits.

  “Mm… that sounds perfect, and just what I want,” I grit out as I grind my pelvis against his ass, still buried inside him.

  Sliding out of him slowly, I relish the feel of his tight ring slipping along my shaft before getting to work on pounding his glorious ass. Gripping his hips firmly, I let loose on him, hard and fast, just like he asked for. I don’t hold back. I thrust in and out of him in a punishing rhythm, pulling him back by my grip to help drive into him deeper. I work my cock through his tight knot, stretching it around me and making it take me.

  The way he’s clenching and squeezing like his ass has a stranglehold on my dick is exquisite. It could almost be to the point of feeling painful if I wasn’t so turned on right now.

  Instead, it’s the good kind of pain. The kind that weaves and blends with the pleasure, heightening the experience and driving your senses higher than pleasure can do alone.

  It’s an odd concept for some, but it’s still true.

  Our bodies are made to come together. To rub and chafe against each other, to grope and squeeze, to grasp and pull, to push each other higher and hotter with each action and reaction, to enter, encapsulate, give, and receive in any number of ways.

  We were made to fuck!

  And fucking Knox is exactly what I’m doing.

  But there is also something intimate about our connection. There might not be tender moments or soft caresses, but this is deeper. A baser level of trust is being shared. Some might argue that it speaks volumes to the relationship we are building.

  Our bodies, joined together, feel better than anything I could have ever imagined. Within mere minutes, my balls are ready to unload, but there is no way I am going to let that happen quickly. I’m determined to give Knox what he asked for.

  I resort to mentally listing off all of the two hundred and six bones in the human body, starting from the bottom up. All the bones of the foot keep me in check for a bit, but things get interesting as I move up the leg. The tibia and fibula make me think of Knox’s muscular and hairy calves. His patella makes my mind wander to the idea of licking and kissing, starting at those knees and working my way up his inner tender flesh.

  By the time I get to his femur, my cock is ragingly hard again. My thoughts fixate on his thick, beefy thighs. Powerful, strong, and covered in thick, coarse hair, I bet he could leg press a damn truck with those.

  I mentally zoom quickly past the bones of the pelvis, trying not to think of the muscles and flesh above those, especially the thick fleshy appendage between Knox’s legs.

  I try to move on to the spine but halt, getting caught up on the coccyx. Damn it all to hell. Why does that have to sound so much like cock? Knox’s coccyx is currently located near my own cock, and I can’t help but look down at my hard length disappearing in and out of him.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I shake my head and give up on trying to use my anatomy knowledge to distract myself from coming. It wasn’t working anyway. I spent all of thirty seconds on bones and the rest on Knox’s body.

  Stepping up the pace and pounding into Knox as hard as I can, I give him a dozen punishing thrusts. The water falling can’t be heard between our bodies slapping together and our groaning, moaning, and breathing hard.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Knox cries out, his body quaking.

  After the last thrust in, I stop, buried to the hilt. We’ve both been panting hard, but Knox is now sucking in deep lungfuls of air.

  Giving him the needed minute of respite to catch his breath, I reach around and grab his cock. It’s just as hard and raging as my own. I stroke it, telling him exactly what I want him to do next.

  “You’ve taken my cock in your tight little hole so good! Mm… you feel amazing around me, and your hot little hole is like a vacuum. It keeps sucking my cock back in again and again. It’s like it knows that’s where my cock belongs now. My cock has a new home inside you, right between your cheeks. One it’s eager to spend as much time in as possible.”

  My words make Knox whimper with need, his low voice taking on a much higher pitch than I’ve ever heard from him. “Do you like that? Do you like the idea of your ass being my cock’s new home?”

  He whimpers.

  “Or is it the idea of my cock spending as much time as possible there… day and night. Even after we finish fucking, my cock stays there. In the middle of the night, when we’ve already gone round after round, and neither of us has enough energy left to keep fucking anymore, my cock will be there while we fall asleep together.”

  He whimpers again. “Both… all of it.”

  “Good… that’s what I want too,” I growl.

  I can’t help feeling that I want all that and much more…

  … with him.

  I have to get a grip on myself. My mind is freefalling too far too fast, and I have to be careful my heart doesn’t jump in chasing right after it.

  Clearing my throat, I get back to the here and now. “What I want right now is for you to spread your feet wider and squat down low, tilting your ass up in the air for me. Do you think you can do that?” I ask, still stroking his cock.

  “Ye… yes”

  “Yes… who?” I ask back.

  “Yes, Gunnar,” he replies quickly, remembering how much I like to hear him say my name.

  “That’s right. Because it’s my cock that’s filling your ass, isn’t it?” I pull back my hips and thrust in hard and fast as a reminder.

  “Yes, Gunnar. It’s your cock, Gunnar, that’s filling my ass.”

  I purr out a contented, rumbling, growling sound.

  “Now, when you’re in the right position, I’m going to fuck down into you hard and fast. What I want is for you to reach between your legs and stroke your cock tight and hard to the same rhythm as me fucking you. Do you want that?”

  “Yes, Gunnar,” he answers, and a shiver of pleasure runs down my spine at how wonderful it is to hear my name on his lips.

  My legs tremble with anticipation as I step back and pull out of him.

  Knox looks at me with pleading eyes that have my cock dying to be inside him again. I nod and motion to the floor, my heart racing the entire time. Knox turns to move into position, and I recoat my cock in a generous amount of lube. An overwhelming feeling of pride fills my chest at how easily this man obeys me. Then, moving toward him again, I am greeted by an amazing sight. Knox’s cheeks spread wide, and his pucker is on full display for me, right there and ready for me to claim. It’s irresistible like this.

  I swirl my tip over it to tease us, but don’t push in. Instead, I lay my length across it and rock my hips, sliding it up and down my length. That leaves my hands free to grope his round, muscular, and hairy cheeks.

  Knox is a whimpering mess the entire time, and I fucking love it.

  Remembering his hints from earlier, I lift both hands and slap them back down firmly on each side.

  His body jumps in surprise, but it’s followed by a deep groan. “Do you like that, Knox? Do you like your ass being smacked?”

  There is a bit of a silent pause before I hear a quiet, “Yes, Gunnar.”

  My cock twitches in excitement at his answer, and already, images of his rosy, spanked ass fill my mind. “Mm… you keep getting better and better. Not that I’d mind if you didn’t like it. Now, it just means more fun for both of us. I’m going to deliver twelve double-handed hard spanks to your cheeks while I rub my cock between them and across that waiting hole of yours. I want you to count each one and say my name.”

  Not pausing to wait, I deliver the first hard spank, followed quickly by the rub of my cock. “One, Gunnar,” he breathes out.

  I do it again. “Two, Gunnar.” And again and again until the last rains down over his blushing skin. “Twelve, Gunnar,” comes out breathy with a woosh of air.

  Leaning back and down to see between his legs, his cock is like a steel rod bobbing up and down with each breath.

  “Very good, Knox. Now I’m going to claim your ass, hard and fast. I’m not going to stop until I mark it with my cum. Remember to stroke your cock, but you’re not allowed to come until I let you. Got it?”

  “Yes… yes, Gunnar.” His stuttered reply is shaky but also very eager.

  Straddling over him, I aim my cock down and line up with his waiting channel. I push my way into him again, groaning as I go. “Fuuuck.”

  It feels so damn good. He’s tightened up a bit, but fuck if I don’t love his vice grip around me. This is not going to take long at all, far quicker than I usually like, but I can’t help how badly I want to paint his insides with my cum. Knowing I’m the first person to ever truly mark him and leave a bit of myself inside him has me on edge with how turned on I am.

  I can’t hold back anymore, not for a second longer. I grab his hips hard, digging in my fingers. Then I lean over him, pull back my pelvis, and drive it right back in.

  I don’t build up my pace or the force I’m using. The time for that has long passed. I deliver exactly what I promised—hard, fast, punishing thrusts that send my cock rocketing in and right against his prostate.

  He starts moaning loudly, but that quickly turns into a continuous keening that surges each time I thrust in. His whole body is shaking hard, and I know he’s feeling a bit of sensory overload. It’s a good thing I’m close, too, because he is ready to blow his load.

  As if I read his mind, he cries out, “Guuunnnaaar… pleeease.”

  Oh yeah, my boy is right on the edge.

  “Hold on, babe, I’m almost there. Just a few more strokes,” I grunt out.

  One…

  Two…

  On the third stroke, it hits. “Now! Come for me, Knox!” I keep thrusting through my orgasm twice more when I feel Knox’s already tight ring spasm around me.

  “Guuu… nnn… aaarrr,” he wails out in sporadic stops and starts.

  Not wanting to miss feeling any of him orgasming around me, I drive in and stay there, letting go of his hips so I can bend over him further. One hand goes out to the wall, needing it to steady me. The other to Knox’s back, running it up his spine to the back of his neck.

  I’m not sure if it’s seconds, minutes, hours, or even decades that pass as he pulses around me. But time ceases to have any meaning in that span. I’ve heard of the concept of time losing all meaning but never felt it. Not until this moment.

  The stranglehold on my dick eases, and we both pant out loud breaths of air. Straightening, I pull my spent cock free, then help a shaky Knox to stand. He turns, and we fall into each other’s arms, holding on tight in the silence. Only the sound of the water falling and our labored breathing is audible.

  Knox breaks the quiet first. “That was indescribable. No words are enough to do it justice.”

  I turn his head and kiss him deeply. “Best experience of my entire life, no contest,” I admit, pulling back.

  “Mine too.”

  “We should probably actually have a shower before we lose all the hot water,” I tell him, trying to be responsible. But a part of me doesn’t want to let him go. Pulling apart, Knox sports a bit of a smirk. Puzzled, I ask him, “What?”

  Turning away from me, he bends a little as he pulls his cheeks apart. Looking down, my eyes zero in on my cum leaking out of his ass, making me lose my breath.

  “Damn, that’s fucking hot,” I murmur. “How does it feel.”

  “Like you marked me,” he whispers. “I love it.”

  Turning him back toward me, my mouth is on his in a fierce claiming kiss. I push us so his back is against the wall. My arms instinctively move around his neck as our tongues battle. Our bodies crash together, my leg lifting to the outside of his hip, and our cocks rub together. Knox grabs my ass to pull us together more.

  We grind together, and quickly, we are both rock-hard again. I can’t help being hard when he’s around. Breaking our kiss momentarily, I groan. “Spin us around and lift me,” I command. “I want to wrap my legs around you and jack our cocks off together while you push me against the wall, and we continue to kiss.”

  No other words are needed. He does exactly as I say, quickly getting us both to the edge again. As soon as I feel like I can’t hold back anymore, I utter one word between our lips, “Come.”

  Within seconds of each other, our cocks explode between the circle my two hands make around us. Each of us feels the pulsing off the other’s cock against our own, our mouths swallowing up the groans that pass between us.

  It’s sensual, erotic, and fucking amazing.

  Coming up for air, our mouths reluctantly break apart, and I give him a smirk this time. “Come on, the sooner we clean up, the sooner we can cuddle,” I tell him as my stomach starts to growl. “And eat,” I add.

  Knox laughs, grabbing the shampoo.

  I’m not expecting him to wash my hair, but my eyes close as his fingers dig into my scalp. “Damn, that feels good.”

  “I like taking care of you,” he tells me.

  “I like it too.”

  We take turns washing each other, and when we step out of the shower, I grab us each a fluffy towel to wrap up in.

  “Have you always hated shirts?” Knox asks after I slip on my sweats.

  I chuckle. “It’s not a hate. I just feel more comfortable at home without one. Would you like me to wear one?”

  He shakes his head. “Absolutely not. I’ll admit it was distracting, though… back when we were trying to just be friends.”

  “Sorry about that. I honestly wasn’t even thinking.” When he moves to grab his shirt, I stop him. “What are you doing? Don’t you dare cover that sexy body.”

  “I’ve always been a little self-conscious about how hairy I am,” he informs me.

  “I love it,” I tell him honestly, stepping forward and running my hand up and down his furry chest. “It’s extremely sexy to me.”

  “That settles it then,” he says, dropping his shirt.

  I chuckle as I grab his hand and walk to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat?”

  “I’m good with leftovers. I don’t really feel like cooking.”

  I nod, then pull out the chicken pot pie from last night. “Same.”

  We laugh and talk as we eat, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable with a boyfriend. It could be the history we share as friends, but I think it’s more than that.

  After we’ve cleaned up, we head for bed, and as I fall asleep, the idea that Knox could be my soulmate rattles around in my head.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Knox

  Nixon and Bennett sit across the table from Gunnar and me, and it dawns on me we’ve never sat here. Since I have been living here, we have always sat at the counter to eat.

  “What’s the game plan here? I’m done sitting around,” I state.

  “I think we need to lure the person out. They are going to be getting pissed that they haven’t hurt you yet, and when people are angry, they make mistakes,” Bennett suggests.

  “How are you supposed to do that?” Gunnar asks, twiddling his thumbs. His brows are pulled together, and it’s obvious he’s nervous.

  “I go out by myself to places that make me an easy target,” I tell him.

  “But he won’t actually be by himself,” Nixon adds quickly, easing Gunnar’s worries without his need to voice them. “Whoever this is, it doesn’t seem like they’re a professional. Everything is sloppy, so it’s highly unlikely they’ll notice our team around.”

  “How do I help?” Gunnar questions.

  “You stay here and stay safe,” I tell him.

  He huffs out a breath, hating the idea. “Wouldn’t they expect me to be with you, though? If they’re stalking you, we have to assume they’ve been watching the house, and it would make sense for us to do things together. I know you want to keep me safe, but I can assist you.”

  “He isn’t wrong,” Bennett murmurs, and I glare at my friend.

  “You two could go outside and talk tonight about going for a hike in the morning,” Nixon suggests. “Maybe the person will be around and hear the conversation. Being out in the middle of nowhere would be a great place for them to corner you.”

  “I don’t want Gunnar involved,” I state firmly.

  “I’m not a damsel in distress,” Gunnar says, reaching across the table to put his hand on mine. “Let me do this for you.”

  I’m surprised at his public display of affection since we haven’t really talked about our relationship with Nixon and Bennett, but I don’t hate it. I flip my hand under his and squeeze, staring intently into his perfect green eyes. There is no doubt, just straight-up determination to be by my side in this.

  “Where would we set this up?” I ask, turning to Nixon even though I hate this idea.

  “There’s a fantastic hike about ten minutes away that would have plenty of places for our guys to set up and not be noticed,” he tells me.

  “Okay, let’s do it,” I concede.

  Hopefully, the person will take the bait, and this will be the last time I have to put Gunnar in danger.

  “I’ll set everything up and send you a text with the details,” Nixon says, then he and Bennett leave.

  “Want me to order Chinese for dinner?” Gunnar asks when we’re alone.

 

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