Frog by Mary Calmes (read along books TXT) 📗

manhandling him, and pinned him up against the wall. “Turn around.”

He was shivering as he moved, and I placed his hands on the dark, smooth wood of the walls. I stripped off his pants and briefs from where they were gathered around his knees and had him step out of them. Just looking at him, clutching the wall, legs braced apart, waiting for whatever I was going to do to him had me hard and leaking.

“Stay.”

“Yes, sir,” he told me.

I was back in less than a minute, putting a towel on the floor under him before I dribbled lube over his crease.

He jolted forward, his cock grazing the wall, and when he tried to step back, I shoved him forward, bending him further, at the same time sliding a finger into his firm, round ass.

“Weber,” he moaned my name, pushing back at the same time I pushed in.

“We all need you, Cy. You make everything work. Never doubt it, never have a minute of uncertainty. It’s you, I swear it.”

“I love the others…. I do, but I need you, Web, want you.”

“You want me to want you, need you?” I asked as I added a second finger and then a third to his greedy hole. I massaged and rubbed, waiting for the tight muscles to loosen as I kissed up the side of his neck, nibbling along the way.

“More,” he begged me.

He was trying to suck my flesh inside, and I wanted to feed him my cock, but I had to wait until I was sure he was ready. I would never, ever hurt him.

“Web!” he gasped. “Please!”

I would show him how necessary he was.

Spreading his cheeks, I pressed my flared head to his entrance.

“Weber, baby… please.”

I sheathed myself to the hilt in one violent forward plunge.

“Web!”

It was lucky the walls were thick and the movie was loud: The Transformers on the enormous sixty-inch plasma TV in the living room would keep the questions at bay.

“Love….”

I slid out just a little, only enough to feel his muscles contract, ripple around me, before I pressed forward, harder, deeper on the second thrust.

“Grab your cock, Cy,” I ordered him, my breath in his ear before I sucked the silky lobe into my mouth.

The noises he was making—whines, cries, and groans—were driving me right out of my mind. The man was beautiful as he came apart in my hands, and watching him, feeling him around me as I buried myself inside of him, had me too close.

“You need to come, Cy. You’re driving me crazy, and I won’t last.”

“Weber.”

“You’re mine,” I told him as my hips snapped forward, hammering into him, wanting to be buried as deep as I could.

“Oh yes,” he rasped, and I could feel him shaking. “Please, I need to just be yours.”

I lost track of everything but the man in my arms, the smell of his skin, the taste of his sweat, and the sound of his breathing. How could I have ever thought that I wouldn’t be spending the rest of my life with him?

“Web.” His voice was swelled with emotion and cracking with it. “Please.”

He needed me to do what I had never thought was my right but I had always had an inkling of. I had to lay down the rules of my home just as I had done with Carolyn’s boys before they moved in. I had to say how things would be.

I took a breath as I held him, even as I fucked him.

“Weber….”

God, he needed me before he fractured in front of my eyes. “Listen, in this house, under this roof, you surrender to me! Everything is mine: your fear, your hopes, all of it. Put it all on me. I can carry it. I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll love you no matter what because you belong to me.”

“You promise?”

“I swear. Now let go.”

“Show me.” His voice shook.

I shoved my hips forward, pushing inside impossibly deep, and his breath caught as my left arm wrapped around him, across his chest, holding him, pressing him back against my heart and also allowing him to see it.

He had to see. It tore the orgasm from him every time.

To have a glimpse of the thick gold ring that he had put on my finger three months ago, the ring I never took off—the ring that told the world that I was now a married man… that was what he needed.

“Fuck!” he roared, and there was a splatter of cum on the wall in front of him at the same time I filled his quivering channel that tightened like a vise around my cock.

We were both heaving for breath, panting, him with his hands braced on the wall, head back, eyes closed, shivering, riding the wave of aftershocks rolling through his body. And me behind him, hands still gripping his hips, my body suddenly freezing.

I could not have moved if my life depended on it.

“Web.”

“Doc.”

“I don’t want to put more on your plate, you know, but I really need to—”

“It’s my house as much as yours, ain’t it?”

“Yes. It’s more yours than anyone’s. When any of the rest of us isn’t here, it’s okay. But when you’re not here, Web, it’s empty. You make this house a home. You’re the one we all love and need. You’re the strong one.”

I slid from his body, his muscles releasing me, and turned him slowly around to face me. My hands went to the thick chestnut hair, pushing it out of his eyes so I could see them. “Then lay all your crap on me, all right? I can take it; I’m strong. Please let me shoulder it, Cy, whatever it is, whenever it is. It’s my right as your partner, as the man you love. Respect me enough to trust me with the bullshit as well as the good stuff.”

He nodded.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Web,” he said, nearly collapsing in front of me so I had to grab him and help him to the bed and