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.Oliver was branded with his taste.He whimpered as Mack’s hands moved, one threading through Oliver’s hair, anchoring their mouths together.Tongues twisted around one another, hands moved everywhere, as if suddenly a switch had been flipped and they both had to be naked.Now.Oliver fumbled with the zipper on Mack’s sweater.He finally gained purchase on the tiny metal tab and yanked it down to expose smooth, bare flesh.Mack slipped a hand between them and tugged at the button that fastened Oliver’s jeans.He quickly popped it loose and pulled at the bottom of Oliver’s shirt, urging it up and over his head.“Oliver.It doesn’t matter.”“But—”“You gonna leave again?” he asked, his gaze boring straight into Oliver.Oliver shook his head.“No.”“Then we’ll figure the rest out.You belong here, Oliver, in Hope Cove, with me.” He picked up Oliver’s hand and pressed it to his chest, over his heart.“Here.You belong here.”Oliver sagged forward.Mack caught him, pulled him back toward him and led him to the bedroom where he stripped the remaining clothing from Oliver’s body and guided him into the bed.He discarded the rest of his clothes as well and climbed in after Oliver, pulling the covers up and over their heads just as he had done all those weeks ago.Oliver was safe and warm and being held close by the man he loved more than anything.Oliver let go.He sobbed against Mack’s chest, the heat of his bare skin seeping through Oliver and warming him inside.He hadn’t even realized how cold and tired he’d been, and now all of a sudden, the discomfort, the pain, vanished.“Love you, so goddamn much,” he whispered into the curve of Mack’s shoulder.Mack held him tighter.“Love you too, Oliver.Never letting you go again.”Mack kissed him, slowly, drawing it out to go on and on and on.He tasted warm and perfect.Oliver had missed this so fucking much.He rubbed his tongue against Mack’s, feeling as though he were anchoring himself to the other man, tying their lives together in a way that made them both stronger.He could no longer remember his reasons for leaving in the first place, and now that he was here, back in Mack’s arms, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.The house was quiet around them, the air still as the kisses continued.The heat rose as Oliver sucked Mack’s bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the tender flesh.Mack’s hands found his hair and fisted his fingers through it, holding Oliver to him.He kissed him harder, the lust spilling over between them as the tenderness magnified, becoming something bigger, heavier and more consuming between them.“Fuck, you feel good,” Mack grunted as Oliver sucked at the sensitive skin along the side of his neck.He tasted so fucking good, salty and clean and familiar.“Can’t wait too long,” Oliver panted, the pulse of his blood through his veins becoming louder in his ears.“Wanna feel you in me.”Mack groaned, sliding his fingers along Oliver’s hips and down behind him, pulling them closer together and grinding their erections along one another.“Soon,” he replied, sliding down Oliver’s body and pulling one nipple into his mouth.He circled the tiny disk with his tongue, teasing it to a hardened state, before sucking it into his mouth and nipping gently with his teeth.Oliver cried out, arching closer to him and fisting his hands in Mack’s hair.Mack moved, paying the same attention to the other side until Oliver was a whimpering puddle.He rolled them, pulling Oliver under him and pressing him into the mattress beneath his weight.He kissed down Oliver’s stomach, licking a path between his abs.He laughed at the way Oliver’s muscles jumped and tensed.He dipped his tongue into Oliver’s belly button, making him squirm and wiggle.“That tickles,” he said, out of breath from the exertion of trying to keep still.Mack nuzzled into the soft skin of Oliver’s abdomen.“Want you, so fucking much,” he said.“You have me.I’m yours.”“Always mine.”Mack leaned over, pulled the drawer of the side table open, and retrieved the lube and a condom.Oliver barely noticed.He was so lost in Mack, so beyond lost that you could have driven a tank through Mack’s bedroom and Oliver likely wouldn’t have noticed.All he saw was Mack and that look of awe and wonder in his eyes.Mack flicked open the pale-blue bottle and poured the slick liquid along his fingers.“No, Mack.Don’t wanna wait.I’m good.”Mack gulped.“No.Need to make sure you’re ready.Don’t wanna hurt you.”“I’m ready,” Oliver said.“Just want you inside me.Wanna feel you, Mack.Deep as you can go.”Mack nodded, tore open the little foil packet and rolled the condom on.He positioned himself over Oliver, pulling Oliver’s knees back and opening him up.He positioned himself at Oliver’s entrance, applying gentle pressure, going slow.“Now, Mack, please,” Oliver begged.Mack supported himself on his arms, hovering over Oliver, and pressed forward.He watched Oliver’s face, their eyes locked together, Mack searching for signs of discomfort as he pushed into him.The little ring of muscle gave way, pulling Mack inside.Mack inhaled audibly.“Oh God, Oliver.So fucking hot.So good.Too fucking good.Love this, love you.Missed you.Oh God.”Oliver clutched at Mack’s hips, pulling him deeper and deeper until he was all the way in.So fucking deep.He collapsed on Oliver, bringing their bodies into complete contact, head to toe.There he stayed, his body shaking with the effort of trying to keep from moving.With no preparation, he was trying to give Oliver time to adjust.“You gotta move, Mack.Wanna feel you.”“You okay?” Mack asked, his voice heavy with concern.“Yeah, so good.Was made for this, for you.Please,” he begged, “wanna feel you.”Mack moved then, drawing his hips up and back before thrusting them forward again, pushing into Oliver.His cock slid into him, over and over, Mack angling his hips so the head of his prick brushed over that tiny spot deep inside him that made his head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut.“Oh God, Mack again.Right there… just right—”“Oh fuck.So fucking… fuck.”Oliver held on, his fingers digging into Mack’s muscular back as Mack drilled into him.Mack hooked his arms under Oliver and around his shoulders, bracing his body against him.They moved together like one person, up and down, the ebb and flow of passion surging in them.Oliver could feel the powerful force building at the base of his spine, traveling through him.He was so fucking close.Mack pushed harder, pounding into him.His rhythm began to falter as he raced toward the end with Oliver.He reached between them, wrapping rough fingers around Oliver’s shaft.He tugged, twisting his wrist as he stroked against the head.It was too much.Oliver cried out, pulsing stream after stream of come between them.The rhythmic undulations of Oliver contracting and relaxing around him pushed Mack right over the edge after him.He filled the condom, heat spreading inside Oliver.He collapsed on Oliver, buried his face against the sweat-dampened skin of Oliver’s neck and gasped for air.Oliver was equally winded, in part from the physical exertion and partly from the attempt to keep from being swept under by the emotions surging through him.He was so drained, the strain of the wasted months finally catching up to him as he lay with Mack.They were naked, skin on skin, content just to be there together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]