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Chris looked down at Shane’s pleasure-filled face as he rocked gently into him, wishing he could capture that breathtaking look and watch it whenever he wanted to. Since he couldn’t, he made do with something even better, he burned that image into his memory.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Chris whispered, causing Shane to open unfocused eyes to look up at him. “So perfect.”
Chris’ sexily spoken words sent warm shivers of delight down Shane’s spine. Shane wanted to tell Chris he was beautiful too but he just couldn’t talk. He was totally lost in their lovemaking. It was sweet, erotic, breathtakingly slow, and simply beautiful. Shane could have sworn he felt every pulse and every twitch of Chris’ cock. Each slow thrust rubbed against his gland, bringing with it a feeling so intense and powerful Shane could feel himself getting close already. With Chris’ hand working his cock at the same time, Shane knew he couldn’t hold it even if his life depended on it.
“I’m gonna come.” He whispered, staring up into Chris’ eyes with a look of wonder, pleasure and so much love, Chris’ breath hitched in his throat. Shane was completely open to him and it was the most beautiful thing Chris had ever seen in his life. “Ah God, Chris…don’t stop.” Shane cried, desperately. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Come for me, baby.” Chris rasped, still maintaining his slow thrusts. He was totally floored by the look in Shane’s eyes.
“Ahh…Chris…” Shane moaned loudly as he lost it.
Chris watched as Shane came apart. It was the hottest sight ever. As he shot his load, his legs came up, knees at Chris’ waist, inviting him deeper. Though Shane’s eyes remained on Chris, they looked totally unforced, glazed with passion. Shane’s entire body spasmed ecstatically as he kept coming, his channel tightening rhythmically around Chris.
Chris held himself still and took a deep, shaky breath, fighting the urge to follow Shane in bliss. He stared down at the flushed and sweaty and blissed-out face of the sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on. “You are so beautiful when you come.” Chris husked, mesmerized by how ethereal Shane looked.
Chris couldn’t do anything but stare. And he felt such masculine pride for giving Shane such pleasure. Finally, the last shudder faded and Shane went limp. Still deeply embedded inside Shane, Chris leaned forward and started to lick Shane’s cum off his body. Starting with the glob of cum on Shane’s chin, he worked his way down, sucking sensually on Shane’s nipples when he got to them. Shane moaned as his hand went to the back of Chris’ head to hold him to his taut flesh. Chris’ hot mouth on his nipple was pure bliss. Chris didn’t lick the cum that had landed on Shane’s stomach because he didn’t want to risk slipping out of his tight heat.
“Turn over for me, baby,” Chris instructed softly as he leaned back till he was on his knees between Shane’s thighs.
With Chris’ help, Shane turned onto his hands and knees with Chris’ cock still buried deep inside his channel. Then the real ride began.
“Not going to be gentle now, Shane.” Chris rasped. “Brace yourself.”
“Go for it.” Shane’s responded, moving onto his elbows.
“Lower,” Chris instructed, his voice oozing with possession.
Shane dropped to one shoulder, then the other, his face and neck turned to one side. In that position, his channel was opened up, even more, drawing Chris even deeper into him. “Oh, god!” Shane gasped at the feeling.
“He can’t help you now.” Chris sounded almost mean as his hands went to Shane’s hips.
Chris made a sound of bone-deep satisfaction as he started driving his cock in and out of Shane. He fucked, steady and calm, for several minutes, then he sped up as he lost all semblance of rational thought. He pumped deep and fast, focused solely on finding release. Shane grunted with every thrust, unable to move back against Chris due to the tight hold Chris had on his hip. Chris was merciless. He ground his hips against Shane, circling, screwing, and deep-dicking him. He would pull back till he was almost out, then slam back in, the thick length of his rigid cock tunneling deep. Chris took his pleasure, moaning Shane’s name the whole time, his senses overwhelmed.
“Tight and deep,” Chris said through a labored breath, his hands stroking Shane’s arse and thighs as his hips found a brutal rhythm.
Shane wanted to screw Chris back but he couldn’t move, thanks to the position he was in. He had never felt so possessed, taken, dominated, and vulnerable as he felt at that very moment. But what surprised Shane was that it actually felt good relinquishing total control for the very first time in his life. He knew Chris would take care of him. Then it hit Shane…he actually trusted Chris. Shit! Shane gasped at the sudden realization. He felt himself begin to tear up and groaned. For the very first time in his life, Shane felt open and not just in one way. He felt so alive and excited and afraid all at once. Chris owned him body and soul.
Shane felt the adrenaline whirling through his body. He could feel every slick, hard inch of Chris’ cock as it slid deep then withdrew. Shane wished he could see that cock as it moved in and out of his arse. He craned his neck to meet Chris’ eyes. Their eyes clashed and the look of sheer unadulterated lust in Chris’ heavy-lidded eyes made Shane’s breath hitch in his throat. Shane couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to look away. He felt that emotional connect that he never allowed himself to feel. He felt it in Chris.
“Shane…” Chris breathed, the look in his eyes clearly showing that Shane wasn’t alone in how he felt.
“Chris…” Shane whispered back. And as he stared into Chris’ eyes, he saw Chris slide his hand, as if in slow motion, from his hip to that sensitive spot between his lower back and arse, and rub.
Shane went berserk. With a passionate growl, he moved back onto his hands and started thrusting back frenziedly against Chris, in time to the movement of that hand on his pleasure spot. Chris’ eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy. It was violent, hot, sexy, and off-the-fucking-charts!