Making It Personal by Wells, C. (best ebook reader ubuntu txt) 📕

face when I’m inside you, feeling your body tighten around my cock when you’re coming.” Will moaned as Blake began to rock into him more quickly. “Like now. Your face is so beautiful when you’re about to come.”

Will’s breathing grew more erratic as Blake powered into him. His body tingled. “Cl-close, Blake!” He reached down to tug at his cock, but Blake brushed it away as his thrusts slowed.

“That’s mine. You don’t touch.”

Will stifled a howl. Fuck, what Blake was doing to him…

Will lost all count of the number of times Blake brought him close to orgasm, so close that it felt as though one more thrust of Blake’s cock would send him tumbling over the cliff into ecstatic oblivion. And then he would ease off, leaving Will almost sobbing with both relief and frustration. Yet he knew—when he was finally allowed to come, it was going to be like nothing he’d ever experienced.

Blake pulled out virtually all the way, until only the head of his cock remained inside him. He speared Will with such an intense gaze that it left him reeling. In that one moment Will could almost believe Blake could see every thought in his head. Blake grabbed Will’s hands and pinned them above his head by the wrists. He hovered above him, his lips tantalizingly near.

“Ready to come?” Those blue eyes saw him, saw the need in him.

“Yes,” Will whispered, “God, yes. Now, please, babe.” He was shaking, his whole body balanced on a knife edge of desire.

Blake smiled. “I love you.” His mouth took Will’s as he thrust powerfully into him, hips snapping forward as he slammed into him repeatedly. Will cried out into his mouth as white light exploded behind his eyes, his cock jetting come onto their bodies as Blake froze, arching his back to howl in ecstasy. Will felt the pulse of Blake’s cock deep inside him, felt Blake tremble with the force of his climax, and he just….let….go.

Oh God, it was like… Will felt as if he were floating, as wave upon wave of intense pleasure surged through his body, the euphoria like nothing he’d ever experienced. He was aware of Blake’s body covering his, Blake’s lips on his mouth, his neck, his chest. And still those hands held him firmly, anchoring him to the floor as his orgasm flowed through him, leaving him trembling in its wake. Blake murmured into his ear, soothing sounds that warmed him, reassured him of his lover’s presence, Blake’s cock still inside him.

Will lay shaking as aftershocks jolted through him, dissipating gradually until his pulse returned to normal, his breathing less erratic. Blake released Will’s wrists and rubbed each one tenderly, before easing himself out of Will, holding the condom in place. For one fleeting moment Will imagined feeling the slow trickle of Blake’s come as it leaked out of him after making love. One day.

“Oh my God, Will, that was…” Blake regarded him with a look filled with wonder.

Will reached up and cupped his cheek. “Perfect. That was perfect.” He pulled Blake down into a tender kiss. He could feel Blake’s heart beating in time with his as Blake rolled him onto his side and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, his leg hooking over Will’s hip to draw him even closer. They lay on the rug, warmed by the fire as they held each other, the only sounds their even breathing as they kissed and caressed one another, the outside world lost to them for the night.

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Blake had always dreaded Christmas. It had been an awkward time growing up, just him and Justin, and in some ways Blake felt as though he had been robbed of the childhood magic of Christmas, something which he could never get back.

Will changed all that in one day.

From waking him up with fresh coffee and croissants, to putting on Christmas carols which filtered quietly through the apartment, to preparing their lunch together… Will had given them both a day filled with magical memories—not to mention some very sensual, intimate ones. Blake was continually amazed by how attuned Will was to him, both in bed and out of it. They could have been made for each other. And didn’t that thought send heat radiating through him. Blake felt so light, he could have floated.

The day was almost derailed by a phone call. Dinner was over and Blake lay stretched out on the sofa with Will lying in his arms. It was fast becoming his favorite position. The warbling of his phone was an unwelcome intrusion into the peace of the day. Will reached for the phone and passed it to him with a frown. Yeah, he knew how Will felt. Blake’s heart sank when he saw Melissa’s name on the screen. He knew he’d have to talk to her sooner or later—right now later sounded much better.

“Melissa, what can I do for you?” There was no way he was about to indulge in pleasantries with the bitch. He saw Will’s eyes widen as he sat up. Blake pulled himself upright.

Her nasal voice was loud in his ear. “Well, and a Merry Christmas to you, too!”

He sighed heavily. “Merry Christmas.” He’d gone over in his head a thousand times what he intended to say to her, but hearing her voice brought back all the pain she’d caused them. “I expected to see you at the office yesterday.” Not that he wasn’t relieved when she hadn’t shown up. It made what he was about to do a lot easier.

“Yeah, well, Daddy took me out for lunch.” There was suddenly a hard edge to her voice. “So, have you considered my proposal?”

Blake guffawed. “Proposal? That makes it sound like I have a choice.”

She huffed. “Don’t get difficult about this. Because I can make life really uncomfortable for you if you do.”

Not any more, Blake thought. Okay, now for his plan…

“There’s going to be a