He added another finger and worked them in and out, loving the heat of Blake’s passage and how his limbs quivered and shook. Voices sounded right outside the door, and Blake made to pull away from him, but Jeremy held fast.
“No, babe. You want this, right? Want me inside you with someone standing not ten feet away? Maybe listening to you scream while I’m inside you?”
“Y-yes.”
Finally he’d said it, and Jeremy kissed his naked shoulder. “That’s so fucking sexy and hot. I want that too. Let them think we’re fucking in here. I don’t care.” He removed his fingers and trailed kisses across the pale skin of Blake’s back. “I care about you. What do you want?”
“You. I want you.” Blake rose up and slowly seated himself on Jeremy’s dick. “So, so much.” The clench of tight muscle around his aching dick had Jeremy groaning out his pleasure. His hands slid along Blake’s smooth skin, and he breathed in short, heavy pants.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, move, babe.” He grasped Blake’s waist and pushed, his eyes rolling back at the sweet, hot slide of his dick inside Blake’s tightness. “Please.”
Blake got the idea and began to ride him, and Jeremy knew he wouldn’t last. Everything about this moment was magnified: Blake’s gasps, the heat from Blake’s body, the sharp smell of his desire, the slickness of sweat on Blake’s skin beneath Jeremy’s fingers. He couldn’t get enough and never wanted the moment to end.
Whoever was outside his door must have told a good story as their laughter rose and he heard them say, “I bet Jeremy would love to hear this one.”
He grasped Blake around the waist and drove in deep, wanting to hold him close, and felt Blake spurt against his arm.
“Oh God.”
Blake’s head fell back, and Jeremy kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear.
“I think I love you.”
He held Blake tighter and came apart, knowing he’d never be the same when he was whole once again. Love had rearranged him in a brand new way.
Chapter Ten
Surely he must’vemisheard Jeremy. Blake had thought often about this moment, even dreamed about it, and wanted more than anything to hear Jeremy say it, but always imagined it would be him who said it first. In the roar and rush of the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced, hearing “I think I love you” wasn’t entirely unforeseeable. It was, most likely, his own unspoken words tumbling around inside his head. But he didn’t think so, and that made the moment incomparable.
They lay flushed and panting, Jeremy’s arm draped over Blake’s shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
Blake felt as though he could lie there forever; he loved the heaviness of Jeremy still inside him. “You took the words out of my mouth.” The pleasure still buzzed through him, making him reckless, and he blurted out, “Did you mean what you said?”
Uncertainty flashed through Jeremy’s eyes. “You heard me?”
Instead of answering right away, Jeremy moved beneath him and slid out. “I’ll get rid of this.” He rose from the sofa and tossed the condom into the garbage. It was quite a strange sight for Blake to see his normally cheerful boyfriend so somber and quiet.
“Yeah. I did.” He stood as well and faced Jeremy. “But, it’s okay if you don’t mean it. We all say things we wish we could take back. I understand.”
Jeremy reached for a T-shirt from a pile stacked on a chair next to the desk and slipped it over his head, then moved closer. He slid a hand up Blake’s arm and curled it around his bicep. A thrill ran through Blake; he loved when Jeremy held him possessively like that.
“Why do you think I didn’t mean it? Am I in the habit of saying things I don’t mean?”
“No, of course not, but it was in the heat of the moment. A time when people often say things they don’t always mean.”
“I meant it.” Jeremy pulled him close to whisper in his ear. Having Jeremy plastered to him meant no place to hide. Nowhere to run. “But I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back to me. It’s okay if you don’t.”
In the movies, times like these are always over a beautiful dinner in a high-priced restaurant. Or when the lovers would be cuddling in their king-sized bed with satin sheets. But Blake wouldn’t change a thing about this tiny, crowded office…not with Jeremy’s warmth soaking through him and his body sore but sated. His heart faltered in its rhythm, and Blake shivered, losing the equilibrium of his life to join with Jeremy’s.
“I do. I love you. I love you too.”
“Yeah?” The smile Jeremy gave him lit up Blake’s world and erased all the years of lonely darkness.
“Yeah.” Blake kissed him, the contour of Jeremy’s lips and the taste of his sighs familiar, yet as exciting as their first kiss. Jeremy could never become old. “I love you.”
Loving Jeremy had helped him defeat the devil on his shoulder always willing to whisper in his ear that he wasn’t enough, and somehow this would vanish at a moment’s notice. Finally he could turn to it and tell it,Go to hell, I’m not your prisoner anymore.
“Let’s get dressed and get some dinner.”
