Yearn by A. Ellis (story books for 5 year olds .txt) 📗

my ass. As great as that always is, I need at least a day to recover from this morning’s invasion.”

Dre laughed. “Guess I can take one for the team.”

I reached between us and gripped both shafts in my fist. Stroking, I captured his mouth and plunged my tongue in slow and deep. Loving the way Dre groaned under me, I swiped my thumb over our slits and spread our pre-cum. “You better believe that the only thing I’ll be thinking about during the wedding is the fact that I shot my load in you right before.”

We’d gotten tested right after the accident and opted out of condoms. Sex with Dre would always be fantastic, condoms or not, but sliding into him bare—and feeling his thick uncovered cock deep in my ass—was damn amazing.

“And I’ll be thinking about the fact that you’ll be doing it again once we’re back in our room,” Dre said before devouring my mouth.

I laughed and slapped at his thigh as I rolled to grab the lube. “Greedy much?”

“Not my fault you have to recover longer than me.” Dre pulled me back on top of him and caressed his hands down my back to grip my ass.

“Not my fault your dick is so damn big,” I grumbled. In truth, Dre wasn’t that much bigger than average, I just liked to give him a hard time.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

I slicked my shaft with lube before smearing the liquid around Dre’s hole. Pressing the head of my cock against his opening, I inched in a little at a time, loving the way his body opened for me. Once fully inside, I leaned forward and brought my mouth to his. “I do love your thick-ass cock. Almost as much as I love being buried in your tight hole and almost as much as I love you.”

Dre groaned into my mouth and wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into his body. We fell into a rhythm of long, slow thrusts and deep, sensual kisses. The air around us filled with the scent of sweat and sex, the heat of our bodies, the music of skin against skin, and our panting grunts.

My thrusts became harder and faster as my orgasm grew. Every slide of my cock into Dre’s body brought him closer to the edge, I knew the signs by now, knew this man inside and out. When his hips bucked as my dick brushed his prostate, I wrapped my arms under his and held on tight. Breathless and desperate to come, I pounded into his ass until my release washed over me in waves. As my cock pulsed, spilling my load deep in his ass, Dre lost himself to his release and shot long, thick ropes of cum between us. His ass clenched around my shaft, milking every last drop from me.

After several moments of basking in the high of our orgasms and attempting to catch our breath, I slowly pulled from Dre’s body. “You really want that again tonight?”

“I want that any and every damn time you want to give it to me,” Dre said.

I rolled off of him and gathered him close. “I can’t believe my sister is getting married.”

“Does it bother you?”

“No, not at all. Dalton is a great guy, they’ve been together for like four years. They’re perfect for each other. It’s just so weird to see her as old enough to get married.” I pressed a kiss against the top of his head. “She’ll always be my little sister.”

“Getting married won’t change that. I’m glad they’re staying in Remington, even if they’re moving out of the house. I was worried they’d move closer to their jobs.” Dre ran a hand up and down my back. “I love our whole little crew, but Gabby and I have that way-back friendship and I’d be sad to lose that.”

“I appreciate how she gave us space when we were working through all our issues, but I’m glad she no longer feels like she’s in the middle.” Gabby had pulled both Dre and I aside before the wedding announcement to let us know she was getting married. She’d also told us she was glad we’d pulled our heads from our asses and put aside all the shit from the past because she was tired of feeling like she was stuck between a rock and a hard place when it came to her brother and her friend.

The three of us had thoroughly enjoyed recommitting to our relationship ever since.

After a few more moments, I ran my hand down Dre’s arm and took his hand. “Would you ever want to get married?”

“Yeah, I think I would. Maybe not right away, but someday. And only if it’s the right guy.” He gave me a teasing smile before pressing a kiss against my lips.

“Same. Guess we better hope we find the right guys, huh?” I teased.

He chuckled. “Crazy to think maybe I found him ten years ago.”

“Maybe? Just maybe?” I moved my hand to squeeze his ass.

When our laughing and teasing died down, I caught his chin, tipping it up so he was looking right at me. “All joking aside, I never thought I’d consider marriage again after the disaster with Blaine—and let’s be honest, marrying him would have been a catastrophe. You’re the only man I’d ever consider committing the rest of my life to.”

“Same,” Dre whispered before capturing my mouth in a kiss.

“Maybe we don’t take ten years this time around?” I said against his lips.

“Ten years brought us this. I don’t mind waiting another ten as long as I get to spend them with you.”

“That’s a deal I can get behind,” I said.

“You can get behind me tonight.” Dre laughed and slapped my ass. “Right now, we have a wedding to attend.”

The simple beach wedding was gorgeous—my sister looked amazing and I could tell just how happy she and Dalton were to be pledging their lives to each other—and the reception, just a small affair under