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Shane moaned uncontrollably and his body rocked as Chris began to fuck him hard and thoroughly. All the emotion that was pent up inside Chris was unleashed as he hammered into Shane relentlessly.
“Christ…” Shane was incoherent with bliss. The sensation of being filled by Chris, indescribable.
“Is this what you want?” Chris asked, his voice hoarse.
Shane was too far gone to take offense at that question. He could barely breathe let alone speak, the ecstasy he felt with having Chris inside him blowing his mind into space. All he was aware of was the intense sensations inside him that he never wanted to end.
“Please…just…fuck me, Chris.” Shane whimpered, ready to beg as ripples of pleasure fluttered through his body. He was totally under Chris’ control. And he felt too good to care.
With a growl, Chris slammed into Shane with a desperate frantic rhythm that caused Shane to tremble with ecstasy. He cried out with sheer stupendous delight as the wide mushroomed head of Chris’ cock massaged that bundle of nerves deep inside him that only Chris had ever reached. It felt fucking amazing. Shane didn’t remember the last time he’d felt such exquisite pleasure. He couldn’t believe he’d actually gone that long without Chris’ cock filling him up.
“No one touches what’s mine.” Chris’ rough voice reverberated through Shane as he thrust deep.
The possessive sensuality in Chris’ voice sent Shane’s blood humming. Hearing Chris’ savage claim whilst he was so deep inside him, and Chris’ groans of pleasure, sent shivers of delight through Shane. And when he felt his balls tighten up, he knew he couldn’t stop the explosion that was searing him from within.
“Chris…” He sobbed, mindless with pleasure as he surrendered himself to the wickedly powerful ecstasy.
Chris pulled Shane up so that his back was flash against Chris’ front. Then still pounding relentlessly into him, thrusting like a man possessed, Chris unzipped Shane’s t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and taut nipples. Then Chris licked his fingers and took hold of one nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twisted it…hard. The pleasure…the pain…the sheer suddenness of that act, sent Shane over the edge.
He threw his head back onto Chris’ shoulder, coming so hard he saw dark spots. Shane couldn’t cry out. His mouth opened in a soundless scream as he writhed against Chris, the relief dizzying… unquestionably, euphoric. Both men heard rather than saw the splash of cum as it hit against leather. And Shane kept coming as one orgasm rolled into another, releasing a shit load of cum onto the seat. It was rough, messy, and sexy as fuck!
Chris held Shane’s writhing body till he calmed down. Then he pulled out of Shane and tucked his still hard cock into his jeans, wincing in pain and discomfort. Chris fastened up his jeans and opened the door, leaving a spent Shane lying on the seat, his lungs still heaving for breath. Chris stepped outside and closed the door. Then he went round to the drivers’ seat and got in. They didn’t say a word to each other on the drive home. At a point, Chris heard Shane sit up and fix himself but he looked straight ahead.
Shane’s mind was in turmoil. He’d noticed that Chris hadn’t come. What did that mean, Shane, wondered worriedly. Was Chris not turned on enough by him to come? Shane sat quietly in the backseat, watching Chris drive them towards his home. He couldn’t go on like this, Shane thought miserably. They needed to talk. Just like him, Chris obviously had issues too. Why else had Chris pulled that stunt in LA? Shane told himself they were going to deal with whatever was on their minds that very night. It was almost two a. m. but there was no better time.
Immediately Chris turned off the engine, he got out of the car and headed inside, not waiting for Shane. Shane took his time, cleaning the seat with a tissue. He couldn’t possibly leave his cum all over the seat, could he? By the time he entered the house, there was no sign of Chris. But Shane had an idea where he was. When he opened the study door, Chris was standing there with his head in his hands.
“We need to talk,” Shane said quietly, closing the door behind him.
“So talk.” Chris rasped, turning to face Shane. “What the fuck have I done to you? I told you I’d done nothing with that girl at the hotel but you obviously didn’t believe me. You didn’t even acknowledge what I said. Is my word not enough, Shane? I thought you knew me better than that but obviously, I was wrong. I mean how could you even think for a moment that I would be able to leave you?”
Shane really didn’t think what he’d said during a nightmare, could be taken seriously but thought it unnecessary to interrupt Chris. He watched as Chris paced like a caged bull.
“I mean it was therapy.” Chris continued. “I was in a dark place. I don’t even know what made me say that but I expect you to know I couldn’t possibly have done that. You’re my fucking life. Murray understood where I was coming from. Well, I thought he did. So he should have told you that though I said I was gonna break up with you, I really didn’t mean it.”
“You what?” Shane whispered, going pale.
Chris paused and looked at Shane. “I’m talking about what Murray told you. That I wanted to break…” Chris took a closer look at Shane’s face. “Oh God, he didn’t tell you.” He whispered, his heart doing a swan dive to the pit of his stomach.
Shane stared incredulously at Chris. There was a moment of stunned silence, during which Shane’s face contorted with fury and pain…
Then he flipped!