If You Wanna Hit The Floor - Are You Ready For More? The End
TITLE - If You Wanna Hit The Floor - Are You Ready For More? The End
AUTHOR - lennykk123
PAIRING - William Beckett / Gabe Saporta
RATING - NC 17 (sex)
POV - William's
SUMMARY - I never liked destiny until now
DEDICATION -for stronger_now_x my amazing beta...
DISCLAIMER - not real, never happened, title belongs to Cobra Starship thanks to minus_four for making it titley
Previous Parts
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four
I stare at you in shock, I wasn’t expecting this. I was expecting you in me. It hadn’t occurred to me that you may want the same thing.
“Me?” I ask, you nod, so sure that this was what was meant to be, almost like destiny.
I never liked destiny until now. Until I saw the look in your eyes that said destiny brought us together. Destiny is what made us naked on a gymnasium floor. Destiny is what makes me want to touch you so badly.
You, my love, are destiny.
You kiss me, it’s slow and gentle, there are no tongues, not yet, anyway, just lips. Your lips on mine. They make me feel so loved, so important, though I know I am neither, not to the rest of the world, but right now you make me feel important to you. You make me feel loved by you.
I lose coherency as I slide my fingers into you, you tense some, but grow accustom to the new feeling fast.
Everything’s a blur, but a good blur, like when you’re so happy that everything goes by way too fast. That’s what it feels like right now, with you, already you’re asking me for more, not with words, no, with your actions, your hands that are gripping at my hair; your mouth that is opened in a silent moan. They’re telling me to continue, to make you happy.
I am happy to oblige, baby, you know I am.
Coating myself in spit, I align my member with your entrance, slowly sliding in. This time noise comes from your mouth, an actual moan, a desperate, needy moan. It’s enough to make me come right then.
But, we can’t have that.
It doesn’t take me long to hit right there, I can feel the surge of pleasure run through your body; it’s running through mine as well, vibrating through my bones, making me want to touch you more.
I can’t though, I want to last longer than this, I want this to last, and I want to remember this. I want to feel this hours from now.
“William,” you moan, I’m hitting your prostate harder and harder with each thrust.
My skin is sticking to the floor, I’m covered in sweat, I’m tired, but I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. My brains complaints are lost in feelings of intense pleasure as you clench around me, your orgasm taking over.
You scream, it echoes off the walls; it rings in my ears; it throws me over the edge.
It’s not long before I feel myself pouring into you. It feels so good, I never thought it would feel this good; you’re panting, you’re pulling me in
for a kiss. Your tongue is rubbing against mine the same way we rubbed against each other earlier.
I pull myself out and lick your cum off of your stomach, your breath hitches as my tongue touches your skin. I take all of it in, not thinking about how desperate it makes me seem, desperate to taste you, I accepted my desperation long ago.
I’m no longer afraid to admit that I am desperate for you, Gabe Saporta. I lust you. I need you.
I love you.
AUTHOR - lennykk123
PAIRING - William Beckett / Gabe Saporta
RATING - NC 17 (sex)
POV - William's
SUMMARY - I never liked destiny until now
DEDICATION -for stronger_now_x my amazing beta...
DISCLAIMER - not real, never happened, title belongs to Cobra Starship thanks to minus_four for making it titley
Previous Parts
one
two
three
four
I stare at you in shock, I wasn’t expecting this. I was expecting you in me. It hadn’t occurred to me that you may want the same thing.
“Me?” I ask, you nod, so sure that this was what was meant to be, almost like destiny.
I never liked destiny until now. Until I saw the look in your eyes that said destiny brought us together. Destiny is what made us naked on a gymnasium floor. Destiny is what makes me want to touch you so badly.
You, my love, are destiny.
You kiss me, it’s slow and gentle, there are no tongues, not yet, anyway, just lips. Your lips on mine. They make me feel so loved, so important, though I know I am neither, not to the rest of the world, but right now you make me feel important to you. You make me feel loved by you.
I lose coherency as I slide my fingers into you, you tense some, but grow accustom to the new feeling fast.
Everything’s a blur, but a good blur, like when you’re so happy that everything goes by way too fast. That’s what it feels like right now, with you, already you’re asking me for more, not with words, no, with your actions, your hands that are gripping at my hair; your mouth that is opened in a silent moan. They’re telling me to continue, to make you happy.
I am happy to oblige, baby, you know I am.
Coating myself in spit, I align my member with your entrance, slowly sliding in. This time noise comes from your mouth, an actual moan, a desperate, needy moan. It’s enough to make me come right then.
But, we can’t have that.
It doesn’t take me long to hit right there, I can feel the surge of pleasure run through your body; it’s running through mine as well, vibrating through my bones, making me want to touch you more.
I can’t though, I want to last longer than this, I want this to last, and I want to remember this. I want to feel this hours from now.
“William,” you moan, I’m hitting your prostate harder and harder with each thrust.
My skin is sticking to the floor, I’m covered in sweat, I’m tired, but I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop. My brains complaints are lost in feelings of intense pleasure as you clench around me, your orgasm taking over.
You scream, it echoes off the walls; it rings in my ears; it throws me over the edge.
It’s not long before I feel myself pouring into you. It feels so good, I never thought it would feel this good; you’re panting, you’re pulling me in
for a kiss. Your tongue is rubbing against mine the same way we rubbed against each other earlier.
I pull myself out and lick your cum off of your stomach, your breath hitches as my tongue touches your skin. I take all of it in, not thinking about how desperate it makes me seem, desperate to taste you, I accepted my desperation long ago.
I’m no longer afraid to admit that I am desperate for you, Gabe Saporta. I lust you. I need you.
I love you.