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Gripping my cock, I give it a few strokes before placing the head at his opening and thrusting inside him, burying myself in him completely. He lets out a gasp, mixed with a moan. His breathing becomes heavier as I slowly pull out, then slam into him again.

“Now remember, stay in sync with me.”

He nods, and I see his arm moving underneath him.

"Fuck, you feel good, baby.” My breathing heavy as I thrust into him. The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of him, mixed with him jacking himself off fills the room. "Tell me how my dick feels."

"So good," he moans, his one free hand fisting the sheets. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. Fuck me, Jake. Come inside of me.”

"You gonna come for me, baby?” I growl. "Once you do, I’m gonna fill you up until you’re dripping."

I pull out again then thrust back in, my hips moving like a piston as I fuck him. "That’s it, baby. Stroke that cock. Come for me."

Victor's hand moves faster, his breathing more rapid, until he finally screams. “I’m going to come.”

My thrusts become faster, my balls slapping against his skin. I can feel my orgasm building, waiting for me to fall over the edge.

“Jake, please, I need to come,” he begs.

"Come with me," I command, thrusting into him again. "Now."

My orgasm hits me, my cock stilling inside him as I fill him with my cum. His ass clenches around my cock, and I stay buried inside of him, my body collapsing on top of him while I try to regain control of my body. Both of us are breathing heavily, overcome by our release.

After a couple of minutes, I slowly pull out of him taking delight in seeing my cum seeping from him. “I’ll be right back; let me get you cleaned up. Then we can both go back to bed.”

“That sounds nice,” his voice soft and sleepy.

I get out of bed, smiling. It’s become something I do all the time. And this, coming home to him waiting for me in my bed, makes me want to ask him to move in with me.

Am I an idiot? Or just love struck? Either way, I don’t care. Not if this is what happiness feels like.

Chapter 16

Jake

Today feels like a dream. Like something out of a Lifetime movie, or a romance book. It just feels too good to be true, but every time I look to my side he is there, smiling back at me with that sparkle in his eyes that tells me he cares about me.

We did absolutely nothing, other than sleep and have sex. Amazing, mind blowing sex. All day was spent tangled up in the bed together, other than slipping away to the kitchen to eat some lunch. Fucking burns a lot of calories.

Around four o’clock reality starts creeping back in. Victor is leaving tomorrow evening and needs to pack his bags. I convinced him to stay with me again and let me take him to the airport. And he said yes. The thought of him leaving still kills me, but I refuse to let him know. We did get the message from Nellie and if she hasn’t delivered by the twenty-fifth, five days from now, then they’re going to induce her. So looks like my best bet will be a shift swap, pulling a twenty-four hour day which can give me five days off. Time to fly there, meet his family and then come back.

“We need to go, and I’m hungry.” He shifts closer, running his finger down my chest before kissing me.

“I know. Coffee’s calling my name, too.”

“Okay. So let’s get coffee, then go to my place and have food delivered there. I can pack while we eat,” Victor offers.

“Mmmm, sounds like a plan. Guess we need to get dressed and go then.”

“If we must,” Victor laughs, then rolls over and sits up on the edge of the bed. He stands and heads toward the bathroom; my eyes stay glued to his naked body until he’s out of sight. Only then do I get up. Somewhere around noon, we showered together so I bypass that and head straight to my dresser and put on some jeans and a shirt.

When Victor steps back in the room fully dressed, he finds me sitting on the edge of the bed putting my shoes on.

“Coffee is first on the list," I remind him.

It doesn’t take long to get downtown and luckily there’s an open spot on the street. I park my truck and turn it off, wasting no time getting out. I move around to the passenger side and open the door for Victor. He’s messaging his sister who’s freaking out that he’s not going to make it. Apparently she’s having some contractions but the doctor told her they were Braxton Hicks and nothing to worry about.

“Everything good?” I ask, taking his hand in mine, and shut the truck door when he gets out.