Page 144 of The Incredible Ordinary

“Goddamn bliss,” he groans.

I suck him harder and rub the pads of both fingers against his prostate. His whole body tightens until every muscle feels like it’s made of iron underneath my touch.

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

A flutter of excitement turns into a full-blown tornado. My cock grows so hard it hurts, and my balls tighten painfully.

I add more lube and a third finger.

It doesn’t feel awkward. I’ve never done this, but I know the theory. I’ve done my research. I figured the real thing might end up with me fumbling my way through it, like you do when you’re new at something.

But there’s no awkwardness. Milán lies before me, relaxed, ready for me to do whatever I want with him, and that kind of freedom makes all my inhibitions disappear.

I suck and stroke him until he’s hard again, cursing and writhing. And begging. God, how that man begs.

I move up his body, marking my way up with kisses until my tongue is in his mouth, fingers still stretching him, and he looks me in the eye.

“Please,” he says hoarsely. His eyes slam shut, and the cords of his neck tighten when he throws his head back because I manage to locate his prostate from this angle, too.

I grab the condom and roll it on.

“How do you…” I leave the question unfinished. He’ll fill in the blanks for me.

“Just like this,” he says.

I lie on top of him, one elbow on the mattress next to his head. I grab my aching cock with my other hand and guide it between his ass cheeks.

He’s looking up at me while I push in slowly.

Both our breaths whoosh out once we’re fully connected.

I stay still. Swallow hard.

Overwhelmed.

His body underneath mine is made of heat and pleasure and wild heartbeats. Fingers curl against my back and up into my hair, tugging my head down until we’re kissing. A desperate, open-mouthed kiss with tongues swiping against each other until I can’t keep still any longer.

I keep my first thrusts slow and shallow, but they quickly deepen until our bodies are moving together fluidly, our hips, stomachs, and chests plastered together. He presses his forehead against mine, and I breathe in every moan and gasp of pleasure that moves between us.

My mind is empty of thoughts but full of feelings, chest tight with emotions.

I’m so close.

So close.

“Don’t hold back,” he gasps into my ear.

He reaches between our bodies and takes his cock in his hand. Our chests are slick with sweat, and the room echoes with our combined moans of pleasure.

I push up on one hand, and my body takes over, fucking him harder and faster until I’m mindless and the rising pleasure overwhelms me. Until release crashes over me and steals my breath while Milán clenches around me. His cock pulses in his hand and bathes our stomachs with his release, and my wholebody trembles and then collapses on top of him, my dick jerking inside him.

He wraps himself around me, and I bury my face in his neck, trying to breathe, trying to be less overwhelmed and not succeeding that well.

It takes me a while to even register his hand in my hair, his fingers lazily combing through the messy strands.

I lift my head and meet his eyes. His hair is a mess, clinging to his forehead, his face still flushed from pleasure. His eyes drill into mine, almost like he’s doing some kind of mental wellness check.

And he’s so goddamn handsome in this moment that I can barely breathe.