Page 9 of Crease Collision

“I’m sorry.”

I tap his cheek. “Trust me, baby.”

The hunger in his gaze is palpable as I stand and strip off my shirt. When I settle behind him again, he twists toward me and watches while I roll on the condom. My fingers are shaking.

“See what you’re doing to me?” I ask.

He gulps and keeps his eyes on me while I coat myself with lube, then hisses when I swipe the excess across his hole. I crawl into position and moan as I rub against his entrance.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Been ready.” He drops his head to the mattress.

I mean to go slow, but the moment I start pushing inside, I lose control. “Oj herre Gud!” Groaning, I fight the instinct to drive deeper. Every inch is torture as I work my way into him.

“Yes,” he says. “Fuck yes.”

When I am completely inside, I pause to let him adjust. “You feel incredible,” I say.

He wiggles his ass, already wanting more.

I find a rhythm that makes him grunt every time I push inside. The sharp slap of skin against skin echoes through the room, mingled with our ragged breaths and guttural curses. I lean forward, covering his back with my chest while I wrap an arm around him and fist his cock.

“God, yes!” he cries.

I stroke him, matching the tempo of my thrusts. “You feel so good,” I whisper against his ear. “Let go for me, baby.”

His response is a choked sob, and I answer by driving into him again.

“Harder!” he begs.

I am fucking him so fast I can barely maintain my grip on his cock. “Like it?” I ask.

“Oh God! Fuck, I… Shit!”

His back bows as he spills over my hand and onto the sheets. He cries out, so lost in his orgasm he almost twists out of my grasp.

I release his dick and wrap both arms around him, pounding him with everything I have.

“Yes… yes!” He clenches around me, still crying out with every thrust, but the hollow ache in my balls demands more.

“Don’t stop,” he begs.

The need inside me ignites into fire as I hammer him, and his cries fade into the background as I tumble over the edge. I bury myself deep inside him as my cum floods the condom.

When I am spent, we collapse onto the bed, and I roll off him. We are still tangled together, soaked with sweat. His eyes are closed, and his face is more relaxed than I’ve seen it yet. He’s even more beautiful this way.

“Hi,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Are you okay?”

He opens his eyes. “Better than okay. That was incredible.”

“Fett, we would say in Sweden.”

“Fett.” He sounds like he is trying it on for size. “I like that.”

We lie quietly as the city lights twinkle outside.

After a while, Kai starts tracing patterns on my chest. “What are you thinking?”