Forever Yours

Chapter Nineteen

Ethan Williams

Connor and I solidified our bond yesterday.

It was amazing. To be inside him, to feel our bond snap into place. To feel everything fit just right. It was amazing. It was my other half and I combined. They tell you about it your whole life, they say it's unlike anything you'll ever feel. But that doesn't even begin to explain how it feels.

Last night my parents kept the kids to give us some alone time, but we both ended up passing out after a long exhausting day. I woke up hard, and aching at the thought of yesterday. Connor's still asleep, his face pressed into the pillows and red hair splayed all over.

He sleeps in a t-shirt, which seems to be one of mine lately. And he wears boxers. Sometimes sweatpants if he's cold.

I turn over, running soothing circles on his back. He doesn't stir, and when I try a bit harder to wake him, nothing.

I grab lube from the nightstand, and coat my fingers in the gel. I slip my hand in the back of his boxers, sliding my finger down his crease to his entrance. The tip of my fingers rubs against the rim, slightly poking in.

Connor's lips part, and he lets out a heavy breath but besides that doesn't stir. Now I'm curious how long it'll take him to wake up. I slide my finger in, until it bottoms out. He lets out another heavy breath, and his eyes flutter slightly, but he doesn't wake.

I slowly pull out, before pushing back in. I do it slowly, then decide to pick up the pace when I don't get a reaction. I pull out, thrusting back in with two fingers. He's so warm and tight. It makes me throb.

I hook my fingers, rubbing against his prostate. That finally gives me a reaction, a soft moan and a whimper. It pulls me back to yesterday, to the begging and the noises he made when I was buried inside of him.

How he clenched around me when he came, and how badly I need to feel that now. I thrusted a couple times, getting his hole stretched. I add a third, and he sucks in a sharp breath, and his eyes slowly flutter open.

He blinks, and when I thrust in and press against his prostate he moans and glances over his shoulder at me. He has a sleepy look on his face, his eyes half lidded and his plump lips slightly parted.

I keep fucking his ass with my fingers, until he's gasping. "E" he whimpers, the nickname sends another wave of heat through my body.

"Are you sore, Pretty Boy?" I murmured, leaning down and kissing his shoulder.

"No" he pushes his hips back into my hand. "Want you" he murmurs, and I slip my fingers from inside of him. He turns over, laying on his back and I push his shirt up, exposing his stomach and chest. I leave open mouth kisses down his chest, to his stomach and I push his boxers down.

He whines, trying to pull me up his body. But I want to taste him. I want to feel him. I want everything. I need it.

I push his boxers all the way down, tossing them somewhere in the room. I hook his leg over my shoulder, as my fingers seek his tight hole. Two of them slip in easily, and my mouth is capturing his tip. Then I swallowed him down my throat.

Connor's back bows off the bed, as I thrust and suck him. His fingers instantly tangle into my hair, and he doesn't hesitate to tug. He cries out, when I nail his prostate and deep throat him. I've never sucked a dick, but it seems like I can deep throat pretty damn well.

My eyes stay locked on Connor's face, watching his eyes roll and his face of pure pleasure. He moans, and his hips rock, trying to fuck my throat and fuck himself on my fingers.

A deep low growl rumbles from my chest, vibrating his cock. The thought of anyone giving my mate, my Connor pleasure makes a dark possessive feeling settle in my stomach. Even if it's himself.

My free hand pins his hip down, and he whimpers. "Babe please" he gasps, another nickname sending heat through me. Connor's eyes lock on mine, and his pupils are blown, he looks so fucking wrecked.

So fucking mine.

I swallow him down, and ram into his prostate, hit after hit. Connor's entire body shakes, as he cries out, hot come spurting down my throat.

His whole body tenses and he clenches my fingers, trying to keep them there forever.

His orgasm surprises me. Not only can I feel his pleasure like it's my own, but I feel our bond pulsate and grow. I can't stop myself from taking more.

I lube myself quickly, and then I'm sliding into his tight channel. He gasps, gripping my shoulders and his eyes flutter open. They're practically black, and they lock on me for a moment, before I'm pulling out and sinking back in. I do a couple tame, slow thrusts.

Then im fucking my mate into the bed. He gasps, moans, cries out. His hands are everywhere. They roam my chest, and tug me closer to him. Until my body is pressing into his, and his hands are in my hair. His lips find my jaw, and neck. He sucks and bites the skin. His moans send light vibrations through my body.

I can't keep my breath, and i fuck into my mate with everything in me. I fuck him as hard as i can, a deep animalstic need taking over me.

My face buried into his neck, my teeth sinking over his mark. Connor sobs, his body melting into mine. "I'm close. Ohmyfuckingfuck. I can't" he groans, his hips meeting each of my thrusts.

"Come for me, Pretty Boy" I murmured in his ear, biting the lobe. Connor tips over the edge mere seconds before me. He tightens around him, throwing his head back exposing himself. I suck over his pulse, as come coats his insides.

Everything feels intensified. Calmness settles over me, as I stay buried in my mate.

We spend most the day wrapped up in eachother. Taking turns pulling each other into the euphoric bliss that comes with mating. The bond has never felt so strong. So real. It adds to the orgasms. It heightens the pleasure, and makes it so fucking magical. 

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