quickly turned to a thrum of pure pleasure.
“Oh God,” he moaned. Moby hitched his legs higher around Sean’s broad back but it wasn’t enough. “I need…” He shook his head not sure what he needed.
A grunt sounded from deep in Sean’s throat as he hooked Moby’s legs over his forearms and spread him even more. The new position allowed Sean to go deeper. With each thrust of his hips, his body rubbed against Moby’s cock.
“Yes,” Moby howled. Closing his eyes, he raked his short nails across Sean’s shoulders and down his arms.
“Look at me,” Sean ordered.
Moby opened his eyes and stared up at Sean. The connection that passed between them in that moment was more profound than anything Moby had experienced. He really does like me. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. He’d never been good at living up to another’s expectations. What if Sean figured out he wasn’t good enough? It wasn’t a stretch. Moby knew he’d never been good enough. His body, sure, but Moby the man wasn’t nearly as put together as his physique.
With each thrust, Sean drew Moby closer and closer to the edge. Although he didn’t want the feeling to end, Moby was curious how Sean would react once their bodies had been sated. Would the feelings he detected in Sean’s gaze still be there, or was he misreading lust for something deeper?
Sean’s rhythm increased as they both neared the pinnacle of release. The sounds of heavy breathing and slapping skin filled the small bedroom with an erotic song Moby doubted he’d ever forget.
“Close,” Moby cautioned. The fullness of the cock filling him along with the delicious slide of Sean’s body against his cock with each thrust was too much. Four strokes later, Moby shot his seed between them.
Sean braced himself on his arms and watched Moby’s face as he came. “God, you’re something else.” He leant down for a kiss, swiping his tongue against Moby’s before delving in deep.
Moby threaded his fingers through Sean’s auburn curls and broke the kiss. Cheek to cheek he listened to Sean’s ragged breathing as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. “You feel so good inside me,” he moaned.
Sean grunted in reply, his hands squeezing Moby’s ass. With a loud growl, Sean’s rhythm faltered as he buried himself deep. Moby held his lover as Sean’s body jerked with the power of his climax.
Never had he yearned to feel the warmth of a man’s cum inside of him, but to his surprise, Moby wished the heat shooting into the condom filled him instead. It didn’t take a college degree to figure out why. Sean wasn’t a fling as far as Moby was concerned. Maybe his years of dreaming for the right man to come along had finally paid off.
Chapter Five
“You feel like a little shopping today?” Moby asked his mom.
“For what?” she asked.
“I want to pick up a few things for the people at work.” He didn’t mention getting two gifts for Sean or the birthday party he’d already started to plan in his head.
“Why would you waste your money?”
Moby took a deep breath. He didn’t blame his mom for her beliefs any longer. Although it had taken a while to understand, he realised his mom’s thoughts and feelings were basically whatever his father had drummed into her. In many ways, his mom was still incredibly na ï ve when it came to the world around her.
“Well, because it makes me feel good to give someone a gift. We both know I’m not comfortable telling people how I feel about them, so giving them a present at Christmas is my way of telling them what I can’t.”
Virginia
said nothing for several moments before nodding. “I’ll get my purse. There are a few things I’d like to get if we have the money.”
“We do,” he assured her. “I’m going to let Jilly out,” he told her as she left the room.
“Ready to go out, baby girl?” Moby scratched the Rottweiler behind the ears before opening the back door. As Jilly took care of
“Oh God,” he moaned. Moby hitched his legs higher around Sean’s broad back but it wasn’t enough. “I need…” He shook his head not sure what he needed.
A grunt sounded from deep in Sean’s throat as he hooked Moby’s legs over his forearms and spread him even more. The new position allowed Sean to go deeper. With each thrust of his hips, his body rubbed against Moby’s cock.
“Yes,” Moby howled. Closing his eyes, he raked his short nails across Sean’s shoulders and down his arms.
“Look at me,” Sean ordered.
Moby opened his eyes and stared up at Sean. The connection that passed between them in that moment was more profound than anything Moby had experienced. He really does like me. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying. He’d never been good at living up to another’s expectations. What if Sean figured out he wasn’t good enough? It wasn’t a stretch. Moby knew he’d never been good enough. His body, sure, but Moby the man wasn’t nearly as put together as his physique.
With each thrust, Sean drew Moby closer and closer to the edge. Although he didn’t want the feeling to end, Moby was curious how Sean would react once their bodies had been sated. Would the feelings he detected in Sean’s gaze still be there, or was he misreading lust for something deeper?
Sean’s rhythm increased as they both neared the pinnacle of release. The sounds of heavy breathing and slapping skin filled the small bedroom with an erotic song Moby doubted he’d ever forget.
“Close,” Moby cautioned. The fullness of the cock filling him along with the delicious slide of Sean’s body against his cock with each thrust was too much. Four strokes later, Moby shot his seed between them.
Sean braced himself on his arms and watched Moby’s face as he came. “God, you’re something else.” He leant down for a kiss, swiping his tongue against Moby’s before delving in deep.
Moby threaded his fingers through Sean’s auburn curls and broke the kiss. Cheek to cheek he listened to Sean’s ragged breathing as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. “You feel so good inside me,” he moaned.
Sean grunted in reply, his hands squeezing Moby’s ass. With a loud growl, Sean’s rhythm faltered as he buried himself deep. Moby held his lover as Sean’s body jerked with the power of his climax.
Never had he yearned to feel the warmth of a man’s cum inside of him, but to his surprise, Moby wished the heat shooting into the condom filled him instead. It didn’t take a college degree to figure out why. Sean wasn’t a fling as far as Moby was concerned. Maybe his years of dreaming for the right man to come along had finally paid off.
Chapter Five
“You feel like a little shopping today?” Moby asked his mom.
“For what?” she asked.
“I want to pick up a few things for the people at work.” He didn’t mention getting two gifts for Sean or the birthday party he’d already started to plan in his head.
“Why would you waste your money?”
Moby took a deep breath. He didn’t blame his mom for her beliefs any longer. Although it had taken a while to understand, he realised his mom’s thoughts and feelings were basically whatever his father had drummed into her. In many ways, his mom was still incredibly na ï ve when it came to the world around her.
“Well, because it makes me feel good to give someone a gift. We both know I’m not comfortable telling people how I feel about them, so giving them a present at Christmas is my way of telling them what I can’t.”
Virginia
said nothing for several moments before nodding. “I’ll get my purse. There are a few things I’d like to get if we have the money.”
“We do,” he assured her. “I’m going to let Jilly out,” he told her as she left the room.
“Ready to go out, baby girl?” Moby scratched the Rottweiler behind the ears before opening the back door. As Jilly took care of
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