“Sean.” It’s more of a plea than anything else. And it’s all I can manage before I’m back to moaning again.
He must sense I’m getting close, because, between one breath and the next, I have a pillow under my arse and his fingers are gone, replaced by the blunt head of his cock. He pushes inside, the sting sharp and oh-so-good as he slides all the way in.
“Come here.” I reach for him, and he drops forward, hands either side of my head. With my fingers gripping his hips, warm skin under my palms, I feel more connected. “Move,” I whisper.
And he does.
His eyes never leave mine as he fucks me slow and thorough. I can’t look away either, too caught up in the heat of his gaze. It feels way too intense for two people who’ve only just reconnected, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the moment, my world narrowed to this room and the man fucking me like he can’t get enough.
Pleasure ignites in my belly, the fire building and building until I’ve got my legs wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into his back, urging him to go harder, faster.
“Fuck.” Sean grits his teeth. “Close.”
“Me too.” I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down into a messy kiss as I slide my free hand between us and fist my cock.
I’m right on the edge. It doesn’t take much before I come with a low groan, shuddering through my release as Sean watches, awe in his eyes. Two more thrusts and he shudders through his own release, head dropping onto my shoulder as he rides out the aftershocks.
Jesus Christ.
My bones feel like jelly, but I still manage to wrap my arms around him, sweat-slicked skin hot under my hands.
We’re both silent for a long drawn-out moment, then Sean’s huff of laughter tickles my skin. “Wow. That was...” He kisses my shoulder before leaning up on his elbows and grinning down at me. “Fuck...”
“Yeah.” I’m pretty sure I’m an intelligent man, but at this moment my mind is blank. Blissfully, utterly blank. Great sex will do that. I tug Sean back down and close my eyes. “Stay here... Just for a minute.”
“Okay.” He kisses the side of my neck, and I can’t stop smiling.
I’ve waited nineteen years to be in this position, I’m going to bask in it for a little longer.
SEAN
I don’t wantto move.
I know Ineedto. I can already feel my cock softening inside him, but I just don’t want to. Vic is solid and warm underneath me, and while we’re like this, I don’t have to think about what comes next. But as soon as we move from this spot, the real world will flood back in, and that means talking.
About what we did.
About what comes next.
I’m pretty sure Vic feels the same about one-night stands as I do, and anyway, it’s not like we’re strangers.
Aren’t we?
No. It might look that way to the casual observer, we haven’t seen each other in a long time, but it doesn’tfeelthat way. Being with Vic is easy. It was the first time round and that, like so many other things between us, hasn’t changed. At least not for me anyway.
Which is probably why we need to talk.
I’m not a fan of leaving things to assumptions, especially where my emotions are concerned. I need to know what this is between us, what the expectations are. Not the most romantic of post-sex conversations, but I don’t want to spend the next few hours or days agonising over what’s happening between us.
I’m too old for that shit.
“Hey.” Vic rubs his hands up and down my spine, and I realise I’ve been silent for too long. I’m probably crushing him too. “You okay?” His voice is soft, warm, but there’s a hint of uncertainty in it, and it makes me sit up to see his face.
There’s a matching emotion in his eyes too, and I don’t want that. For either of us.
I smile down at him, brushing a wayward curl out of his eyes. “Better than okay.” It takes a second, but the uncertainty fades, and he smiles back, eyes bright like autumn leaves. His hair is a mess of dark curls, lips red and a little puffy, and I’ve made his skin pink with my stubble.
I’ve never seen a more captivating sight.
