He moans into my mouth again and his body quakes underneath me. He snaps his hips desperately, clawing at my shoulders. And then his cock starts to spasm and twitch with another orgasm. I groan with a gut-deep satisfaction and let mine crash over me too. Hot splashes of my cum drench both our cocks and stick to our bellies as we hump and grind throughthe waves of dizzying pleasure, panting into each other’s mouths more than kissing now, pawing at each other’s sweat-slicked skin.
I dip my face into the crook of his neck to catch a droplet of his sweat on my tongue as the last few waves of my orgasm rock me, dragging one more guttural moan from my throat. I roll off him so I won’t crush him with my weight, then I wrap my arms around him and pull him into my chest.
“Multiple orgasms,” he mumbles with a dazed laugh.
A tired but proud grin stretches over my lips. “Hell yeah, multiple orgasms.”
Percy chuckles again. “That’s the advantage of my dick.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t take credit?”
“You definitely deserve the credit.” He wiggles out of my grasp and scoots down my body to lap up the cum drying on my skin, even licking up a few droplets still clinging to my oversensitive cock.
“So…” he murmurs, running his hands over my body and nibbling on his bottom lip. “Should I go, or…?”
“Not yet.” I grab his arm and coax him back up. “Nap, and then we’ll hang out some more. It’s still early.”
“Okay.” He settles back down next to me. His body fits perfectly against mine, and I can’t remember the last time I felt this content.
His breathing slows and so does mine, and we slowly drift off.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PERCY
The light glaringin my eyes is a sure sign that the nap I agreed to after Butch gave me the two best orgasms of my life turned into a full night’s sleep. His arm is slung over me with the full weight of his unconsciousness. His breathing is deep and even, punctuated by the occasional soft snore.
What the hell am I supposed to do here? He suggested a nap, he didn't invite me to stay the whole night in his bed. It might be awkward when he wakes up and realizes I’m still here. And whatever happened last night, we’re definitely not at the stage where I want him to know what my morning breath smells like.
I shift away from him slowly, inching myself towards the side of the bed, letting the covers slip away and holding my breath against every creak of the bedsprings until I can swing my legs over the edge and put my feet on the floor. The shock of the cold wood and the chill in the bedroom almost make me want to climb back into the cozy cocoon of Butch’s body heat. I stand next to the bed, nibbling on my lower lip, watching him sleep for a minute. The fact that I’m standing here in broad daylight,completely naked, knowing he could open his eyes at any second is a testament to how much last night did for my confidence. How muchButchdid for my confidence.
My insides heat with the memory of his mouth on my cock, the hungry, sloppy sounds he made as he sucked me like my dick was the best thing he’d ever tasted. I could get so hung up on him if I let myself. But I’m still not convinced that last night was anything other than scratching an itch for him. And, surprisingly, Ireallydon’t want what happened to ruin things at the gym. If I misread things or if I let myself get carried away with this crush, it might make things so awkward that I’ll have to stop going to Sweat. And, yeah, there are plenty of other gyms in the neighborhood, but I know myself. Without this big oaf and his distractingly sexy encouragement, I’ll never stick with it.
I sigh. It’s decided—I need to play it cool. I keep one eye on Butch and tiptoe down to the foot of the bed, gathering my scattered clothes and pulling them on carefully. His breathing doesn’t change, his mountainous chest rising and falling in the same peaceful rhythm as he clutches his pillow now instead of me.
I rake my fingers through my hair, doing my best to tame it, then quietly slip out of his bedroom. If I’m lucky, Fender spent the night?—
“Do my eyes deceive me or is that our sweet little Rocky doing the walk of shame from Butch’s bedroom?” Fender gasps dramatically like he’s the heroine in a period drama, utterly scandalized by grown adults having sex.
I wince and my shoulders sag. So much for a quick escape.
Fender is leaning over the kitchen counter with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. He’s not wearing anything on top, and as he starts to come around the counter, I pray that he’s not fully naked. Not necessarily because I have a problem with nudity,but I really don’t think anyone should be balls out in a kitchen. If we don’t have rules, we don’t have a society.
Luckily, he’s wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants. He steps into the living room with a steaming mug in hand and that smirk still plastered to his face, looking me up and down like he can see every filthy thing Butch did to me last night. I don’t flinch away from his gaze though. If anything, I stand a little taller, wanting Butch’s desire for me to be written all over every inch of my skin for anyone to see. Even if it was a one-time thing, he still wanted me, he still chose me, and that means something.
“Jealous?” I ask lightly.
“Jealous?” Fender snorts a laugh into his coffee. “Why would I have set you up last night if I wanted either of you for myself?” He arches an eyebrow, and his grin softens a little. “I’m just delighted to see that my skillful orchestration worked. I’m such a sucker for a good opposites attract trope. And a jock-nerd pairing? Swoon city.” He fans himself.
“Uh, what?” I’m sure I’ve heard Juno spout some of that same gibberish, so I’m betting Fender is a fan of gay romance books too. But he doesn’t explain himself, he just sips his coffee again and keeps smiling at me. “Okay, well, I’m just going to…”
I gesture vaguely and then make my way over to the front door where I left my shoes last night. As I’m slipping them on, the creaking of a door echoes through the apartment.
“Oh goodie, Butch is up,” Fender announces with unrestrained delight.
Damn.
I eye the door. Should I dive through it with only one shoe on before Butch can?—
