He nods fiercely.
“Touch yourself. Show me how much you want it because I’m three seconds away from filling you so good.”
Sweat runs down my forehead and onto his skin. There’s barely an inch of space between us, but I lift a little to let him touch himself, keeping my weight on one of my elbows and pulling his leg over my shoulder.
“Oh god…fuck…fuuck…” he shouts as the new position helps me get deeper.
“Come for me, baby,” I say between gritted teeth as I hang on by a thread. I don’t even have enough brain power to consider that I’ve just used a term of endearment dedicated to lovers, boyfriends, husbands.
“Fuck, Tyler, I’m coming.”
His hand moves furiously between us, and I don’t need to feel it to know he’s come. His neck muscles cord, and he bites his lip even as he shouts his orgasm. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in a long time.
I let go and ram into him over and over, relishing in the buildup of my own orgasm. The more I slam into him, the less control I have. He lets out small moans as aftershocks hit him, but it’s when he repeatedly calls my name like a prayer or a blessing that does me in.
My orgasm is so powerful I think I might pass out for a moment.
We become a tangle of spent limbs. I have the sense to not fall on him but instead lie sideways, taking him with me so he’s almost straddling me. I’m still inside him, my dick half-hard and happy with its new home.
“Fucking ten out of ten,” he says, seeking my lips.
I preen at the compliment. I always enjoyed sex with Porter, but Porter was a lot like me. He was calm, collected, didn’t want to ruffle feathers. So our lovemaking was passionate, but it never had the same rawness.
Maybe because we always knew we’d have each other forever. There was no need to rush something that would always be there.
If only we knew.
My throat thickens, and I try to put thoughts of Porter aside.
“Hey, you okay?” Mik asks. He’s running circles with his hand over my back.
I nod. “Can you stay a little longer? I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”
He smiles. “Yeah. Kay is at her friend’s place tonight.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. I expect a nap, a shower, and some food. In that order.”
I chuckle against his lips, and without caring about the drying cum between us, I let myself drift away.
24
TYLER
THEN
“Doyou think it’s possible to love more than one person in your lifetime?”
Seymour stops before his beer touches his lips. Porter is working today, so it felt like the perfect opportunity to talk to Seymour. I figured some liquid courage was required, so after meeting Seymour at the place he shares with his brother, I took him to the bar where we usually hang out.
“Do you mean love or being in love?”
“Aren’t they the same?”
“No. I love you. I love my brother, and I love my parents. Hell, I even love the guy I picked up last week right on that stool over there in the bar. Man, his mouth was like a hoover.”
“Seymour.”
