His eyes darkened, the black of the pupils almost obliterating the dark brown of the iris.Then, he positioned himself at my entrance.
I drew in a breath and prepared myself.Or at least, that’s what I believed.As he breached me, though, a sharp sting of pain resonated through me.Anticipating it and actually enduring it were different things, and my breath caught.
“No…breathe.I can always stop—”
I shook my head.“No stopping.Absolutely no stopping.Keep going.I can take it.”
He grinned.“Yeah, I think you can, but it’s not a contest.”
“I’m already better.Just…” Then words escaped me as he sank deeper into me.Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he filled me.My time with toys had, in one sense, prepared me for this.The reality, though, was so much more.Need thrummed through my veins as he bottomed out.I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
“Yeah, baby, that.”He gritted his teeth.Slowly, he withdrew.Then he pressed back in.He continued with this as my breaths became shallower and shallower.Each pass over my prostate had me seeing stars.
Then he grasped my cock, and to the rhythm of his thrusts, began jerking me.
I chased that orgasm, even as I tried to stave it off.I wanted to hang in suspension forever—caught in this perfect moment.I never wanted to let go.I never wanted this night to end.
Reality, and a really good prostate pegging, had me tumbling over the precipice.“I’m coming.”
“Thank fuck.”
Even as I spurted, he thrust twice more, then held himself still.
Our gazes locked.
My heart stuttered.
I tried to tell myself I wasn’t gazing into my future.
My mind refused to accept anything else.
We didn’t smoke cigarettes after fucking.He dispensed of the condom in the garbage can as I shut off the lights.Then he lay on his back and drew me into his arms.
“I have a confession to make, Mercer.And you’re probably not going to like it.”
I held myself still, plastered against him, my head resting on his shoulder.I cursed having turned off the light.“You just fucked me senseless and called mebaby.I think I can take it.”Was that the right thing to say?To bring up the endearment?Maybe he hadn’t meant it.Maybe—
“I’m not Gawain.”
Oh shit.“Uh…”
“I’m Gio.Well, I try to go by Giovani these days.”
Shock held me still.“But, you said—”
“Not exactly.You called me Gawain, and I didn’t correct you.So, technically, I didn’t lie.”Only his expression, at once defiant and beautifully vulnerable, said he knew he’d crossed a line.
“Well, you didn’t tell the truth either.”My mind tried to wrap around this.I’d avoided Gio—Giovani—in school.He’d run with a rough crowd.He’d never gotten arrested, but he had skipped school, gotten detentions, and had generally been up to no good.That hadn’t been my scene, and I’d gravitated to Gawain since he’d been more like me.Focused.Dedicated to studying.“Okay, where is Gawain?”
“Living in Japan and teaching English in a small village.Pretty remote.He…doesn’t communicate much with my parents, and he hasn’t spoken to me in about five years.”
I stilled.“You didn’t go to college, right?You went off to… Southeast Asia?”
“Yeah.I traveled around a bunch of countries.I had a little money and found ways to make it last.”His gaze fell away, and flush of color filled his cheeks.“Not always legal ways.”
That stillness overtook me.“What did you do?”
“I got caught smoking weed with a group of young women in Indonesia, which got me sent to prison for five years.”He sighed.“I was lucky.If they’d caught me with my full stash, I would’ve faced life or even the death penalty.”
