“I… I’ve been on PreP, and I’m tested regularly, too. I just…” He stared down at my cock and licked his lips. “I’ve never.”
“Yeah? Me neither.” We stared at each other for a long beat as the weight of that fell between us like a concussion grenade, stunning us both. I wanted that first with him, thatcommitmentwith him, so damn badly.
But when he closed his eyes and sucked in a breath, I made myself let go of his wrist, because—shit—there was no way I was going to force this either. That would defeat the purpose.
I smiled genuinely. “Pretty sure they warned us in Health class that you’re never supposed to decide this shit in the heat of the moment. So how about we table this for now and—”
“Jesus fuck, Rafael. You think I don’t want to?” Jay’s eyes opened and blazed with arousal. His fingers clenched around the lube in his hand. “I had to stop to think about chord progressions for a second there or I was gonna lose it before I got inside you.” He leaned into me. “Turn around.”
I snorted but let him manhandle me with his insistent hands until my face was pressed against the glass. I heard thesnickof the lube cap, and then cold fingers toyed at my entrance, pushing inside me with almost no resistance since he’d worked me so thoroughly already.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he said. “This ass. This ass is what dreams are made of.”
I laughed… then groaned when he added a second finger and moved deeper, tagging my prostate.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are right now, Rafe Goodman?”
I didn’t. All I could feel was the heat of the man behind me. A fire I wanted to throw myself into with abandon.
“Hurry,” I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. “Fuck, baby, just do it.”
Jay was clearly in a mood to be accommodating, because after another flick of the lube cap, his blunt head prodded my entrance, and I reached back to grab him and guide him inside of me.
“Jesus,” we both sighed in simultaneous satisfaction as he moved against me, filling me, so that even the burn of his entrance felt like fucking perfection.
“I love this,” he muttered. “Fuck, I love being inside you. I… this…” He gripped my hips harder, thrust deeper. “All my words are gone.Fuck.”
He reached around to grasp my cock with his long, calloused fingers, and my palms went damp, sliding against the smooth glass.
The only coherent thought in my brain was “Damn, I really wish I could see his face.”
And then, like he could read my mind, Jay pulled out and spun me around, kissed me hard, and shoved me onto the bed. He pushed a pillow under my hips, then crawled in between my legs, pushed my knee to my chest. The whole process took half a minute, and I opened my mouth to remark on how sexy his efficiency was…
But then he pushed inside me again, hard and huge, until he bottomed out, and my fucking toes curled because it felt that good.
“Holy mother of fuck,” I breathed.
Jay muttered something as he pumped into me, but I was not paying attention. My brain had officially shorted out, and if Lorenna McKetcham had appeared in the corner of the room to offer tips, I wouldn’t have noticed or cared. The entire focus of my being was on the cock filling me and the green eyes staring down at me.
My orgasm barreled into me, yanking all the gravity from the room. The bed was gone, the room was gone, and my entire body floated for an instant, tethered to nothing but Jay.
Which was exactly how I wanted it.
Ideally forever.
Jay shook and threw his head back, calling my name when he came, and when it was over, he stared down at me intently, chest heaving like a bellows, our bodies still connected.
He dragged a hand through the sweaty hair on my forehead, pushing it off my face.
“What’s that look mean?” I wheezed.
He shook his head. “Nothing. Just… appreciating the moment.”
“The fulfillment of your fantasy?”
“All my fantasies,” he whispered tenderly. “Betterthan my fantasies.”
“Yeah.” Then a thought occurred to me, and I grinned smugly.
