I keep going, and we find our rhythm together, moving in sync, his moan being the only encouragement I need.
He laughs suddenly, loudly. I stop. “Holy shit,” he moans.
“What?”
“You didn't tell me it felt this good.” There's something wicked in his expression—the excitement of what he's discovered.
“Oh, just wait and see.”
“Go for it.”
I wrap my arms under his legs, lifting him slightly, and then I take him. I give it to him hard and fast, the way he's given it to me plenty of times. He curses, his body twisting with each thrust as he arches his back. I rest his body back on the mattress before I lean down, wrap my arm around his neck, and press my lips against his. He keeps moaning even as we swap licks and nips. I can feel the pre-cum oozing out of the head of his dick.
“I'm pretty… sure you're going… to make me… shoot,” he warns me between kisses.
“Oh, we can't have that yet. You haven't tried my favorite position yet.” I pull out, grab his ankle and guide him onto his stomach. I pull on his legs so that he gets to his knees. Then I push back into him from behind. He sets one hand on the pillow beside him, and the other at the top of the headboard, his beautiful back on full display.
I stroke a hand down it to that hot ass before I impulsively slap it, the sound of my hand against his flesh filling the bedroom. He looks over his shoulder, smiling. “Do it again.”
I obey as I drive into him.
He kicks back his head. “Oh, fuck yes, Scott. Fuck me just like that.”
With each thrust, he pushes his ass back, inviting me in farther. I get lost in the experience the same way I’ve gotten lost in it when I bottomed for him. I’m lost in the sensations—the heat of our bodies, the taste of his tongue, the feel of his flesh. My thoughts, worries, and insecurities dissolve as I only become aware of us and what we give each other.
He chuckles softly. “Oh my God, Scott. Jesus, that feels great.”
Instinctively, I reach around, grab his dick, and press my body against his back.
I kiss the side of his face, and he turns to me, his mouth meeting mine. He leans back so we're both upright, and I wrap an arm around him, resting it on his firm torso, keeping him close as I become immersed in our kiss.
I’m hypnotized by this moment.
My body forces me through movements I can hardly control because it's just like everything in me wants to get to that final explosion.
“Fucking come in me, Scott. Please.” His words followed by his hot breath against my face is too much, and I feel the power of my release. Just as I do, he calls out, and his cum spills from his dick, wetting my hand. He twists, turns, and grunts. His muscles are stiff, and I'm still clinging to him in the same position as we breathe heavily together. I didn’t realize how in sync our breathing was until now.
He reaches back and runs his hand across my face.
He doesn’t stop kissing, and I won’t either because I don’t want to let him go. I don't want to escape this perfect, blissful moment. I want to keep it for as long as we can.
And judging by the way he’s keeping me close, he does too.
He pulls away long enough to whisper, “Let’s make the most of this, Scott. Let’s just give each other that.”
My kiss is my agreement.
38
I sit at my desk in this office where I'd spent most of my time before I went to help my sis out.
Being back here almost makes that time I spent with Scott feel like a dream—a beautiful, amazing dream. I don't like the distance, and even though we talk on the phone and text every day, two weeks of not seeing him has been hard. I didn't think I could ever come to appreciate another human being the way I came to appreciate Scott, and I'm only sad that circumstances aren't different.
I work on a project that just came in this week—a new client with a design one of our competitors fucked up last year.
It's been pretty easy falling back into my routine. One of the perks of working in the office is that I don’t have to motivate myself to get work done, as if it's the hobby and fixing a house is my job. As hard as that was, at least I know Kate's happy with what we did. I've talked to her several times since I returned to Los Angeles, and I can hear the playfulness in her voice again, reminding me that there is hope.
That she’s in a place where she can move on.
