Being surroundedby Marco’s heat was unlike any sensation I’d ever had before. Sure, I’d fucked lots of guys. But it hadn’t felt like this. Tonight, nothing but giving him pleasure mattered. He was the first virgin I’d ever been with—I intended to make it good for him.
“You can go harder, Kellen.” He said the words through gritted teeth.
I could…but I’d save that for the next time.
Because there will be a next time. I’m not letting him go. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me…
“Kellen?” He pressed his thumb to my brow and wiped off the sweat.
Yep, the room was cold, and I was sweating.
He wrapped his legs around my hips and dug his heels into my ass cheeks.
I picked up the pace.
He stiffened, then a wet sensation hit my chest.
“Oh, thank fuck.” I thrust into him three more times before reaching my own climax. My vision whited out for a moment as I soared. This feeling—this euphoria—was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
He held me tight.
I sort of collapsed on him—mindful of my weight.
His breath was harsh as he gulped air.
As I tried to roll off him, he held me tighter.
“Is it always that good?”
I wanted to make a flippant comment, but the words died in my throat. Instead, all I managed was a nod. When I slid from him, though, he winced. “Sorry.”
“All good. Hopefully next time it won’t be…as awkward.”
I didn’t know if he meant everything or just the end part. I rolled off him, then removed the condom. I gazed at it.
“Kitchen garbage. I plan on taking it with me when I go.” He grinned. “Because I don’t intend for your father to show up and wonder what the hell I’ve been up to.”
“My father…” I echoed his words.
He pushed himself up, so he sat upright. “I think we both might have to have a conversation with our fathers. I certainly haven’t told my dad I’m bi. Or bicurious. Or, hell, gay.”
“No women?”
“Not really.” He shrugged. “I’ve always been so busy, I’ve never made time for anyone in my life.” He nudged my shoulder with his. “Maybe I was just saving myself for you.”
I liked that idea—more than I probably should. “Let me get rid of the condom. Then, uh, can I hold you?”
He grinned. “I would like that very much.”
“Yeah, so would I.” My feet nearly froze on the cold hardwood floor—an incentive to hustle back to bed. I tossed another log on the fire before crawling in with him. I pulled him into my arms…then put my feet against his calves.
“Jesus, Kellen.”
I grinned. “Go to sleep, we’ll sort everything out in the morning.” I should’ve cleaned us up. I had found extra sheets earlier. One of us could take these sticky, messy ones back to Vancouver and clean them up.
He snuggled back against me and, quickly, his breathing lengthened and evened out.
I envied him that sleep came so easily for him tonight.
