Page 56 of Parting Shot

I eased my fingers free of the grasping channel, shoved a pillow under his ass, and lifted him, grabbing his thighs and opening him wide, spreading him out in front of me.

“Duncan,” he cried as I pressed against his entrance.

He was gorgeous in his submission, out of his mind with want. He didn’t tense up when I pushed forward; his muscles sucked me in.

“You’re just massive,” he moaned, but there was no pain in his voice, no complaint, simply a statement heavy with need.

I stilled even though it killed me, his muscles milking my length, spasming as they constricted.

“Take the fear away.” His voice broke.

I thrust forward, slamming into him, and his hands scrabbled over the smooth surface of the bed, needing something, anything, to grab, to anchor himself with.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, leaning forward over him. Slipping my hands between his, I slid back inside in one long, smooth stroke. “And you can hold on to me.”

He held on tight, his legs wrapped around my hips as I fucked him, hammering, pounding, needing him to feel it, to know that it was me who used him. It was beautiful, the way he bowed up under me, completely lost in the sensation of what I was doing to him.

“You feel so good,” he ground out, and the tears there, welling, ready to overflow, almost undid me.

I slammed into him, over and over, my thrusts jarring, and he accepted each like a gift and begged me to not stop, never stop.

When I fisted his cock, he went rigid under me, frozen for a second before he spurted over my hand, wrist, and his abdomen.

My orgasm wrung me out a second later, and my balls ached with the force of it. When I tried to pull free, his legs tightened so I couldn’t move.

“Aaron?” I asked gently, unlacing my fingers from his, lifting my hands away.

“Just … let me kiss you,” he said, reaching for my face.

I bent my head down, and he smiled as I kissed one palm and then the other, rubbing my stubble-covered cheek and chin on his hands.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he sighed, grabbing hold of my thick, coarse hair and tugging. “I wanna kiss you all over.”

He started with my eyes, and I chuckled as I held myself braced above him.

“Lie down on me. I won’t break.”

“I should move so––”

“No,” he cut me off, easing me close, my face in the side of his neck. “I need you,” he murmured into my sweat-dampened hair.

I would have rolled free, but he wanted me on him, crushing him, pressing, sliding together. He wanted to be wrapped around me like a second skin, wanted to somehow push inside me and live there. I wasn’t strong enough to say no to something I wanted just as badly.

When I finally slid from his body and propped myself over on my side, facing him, he moved fast, snuggling into my shoulder.

“What happened with your dad?” I asked because I wanted to know.

“He lost,” he said, raking his fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face. “But he’s got a son from one of his wives. I can’t keep track of them.”

“Prentiss.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, grinning, running his thumb over my eyebrow. “Maxie told you about that, huh?”

“He did.”

“Well, so my father thinks he’s going to start the whole thing up all over again, but the chairman of my board already instructed me not to concern myself. I’m in, I make money, and they know me, trust me. It’s done.”

“But what about the gay part?”