“Why shouldn’t I? You cut me off and didn’t want to speak to me. Now you tell me you thought about finding another guy to…” He broke eye contact and bowed his head. “I didn’t do that. Every day I picked up the phone to call you. I couldn’t even think of being with someone else.”
God, I felt like such a shit.
“I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty.” Press gripped my forearm. “I’m saying it to show you that the world isn’t black or white. Most of life takes place in the shadows and shades of gray. You came back to me. Does that mean you’re willing to try and work this out? Which is it going to be? Do you want to start fresh and build on that? Or is what happened between Jared and me always going to come between us?” His full mouth tightened. “If you’re here just to get laid, forget it. I’m nobody’s easy fuck. Not anymore.”
Not only did I admire Presley for laying it on the line, but once again, his dominant tone really turned me on. I rested my hands on his shoulders, gazing into his eyes. I owed him an apology.
“I’m sorry. That was a horrible thing to say, and my only defense is that I was upset and lashed out with the most hurtful thing I could think of.”
“It was,” he whispered. His eyes, liquid with tears but fierce, met mine. “And you want to know why? Because it was true. I know it now. Jared used me. I told him all about my parents and how lonely I was. He knew he was the only man to ever be inside me. I was stupid and gullible and thought that him wanting to fuck me meant love. But having sex doesn’t mean love. How do I know the difference? Because what I had with you so far exceeded anything Jared and I had together. I know this is what it feels like when it’s real.”
Love. What we had was real. Not like that fool’s gold that looks all shiny on the outside until the gilt rubs off and it turns to dirt. This was 24 karat.
“So where does that leave us?” I cupped his cheek. “You’re the one I want to be with. The thought of being with someone else only crossed my mind for a hot second when I wanted to get rid of all the noise in my head.” I watched Presley’s eyes fill with pain, and hastily continued. “But it was only a fleeting thought. I couldn’t kiss anyone else.” I touched my lips to his, and all my pent-up desire burst free. I pushed him down, our mouths still locked in a kiss, and we wrapped our arms around each other. My cock thickened against his belly, and I smoothed my hands down his back to grab his ass. Presley sighed into my mouth and wriggled against me.
“I only want to kiss you.” I wet my fingers and slid them between the taut globes of his ass to run around the rim of his hole.
“Nate, yeah, that. Please. Do it. Just do it now.” Presley thrashed against the mattress, his breathing growing harsh and uneven.
My heart pounded, and I croaked out, “I need a condom and lube.”
Presley rolled to his side and pulled open the drawer, then flipped around to face me with only the lube in his hand. His steady gaze met my questioning one as he offered me the bottle.
“Press?” I made no move to take it.
“Go ahead. I trust you with my heart.” He extended his hand. “With my life. I haven’t had sex with anyone since Jared, but even he and I never…” He shook his head and cut his gaze away from mine. “I want you to be my first.”
I caught a glimpse of the young, sweet, vulnerable Presley as a flush of pink suffused his face, and I knew at that moment my first true love would be my last.
“Do you want to know when I realized it could only be you?”
He bit his lip and nodded.
“When you saw me at my worst yet still loved me. I guess love is when you see something so broken, others walk around the pieces, but you stop and try to put them back together. Thank you, baby.” I kissed his lips, feeling his breath hitch. “Thank you for taking the time to gather the pieces of me and put this broken mess together again.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll never do that again.”
“We hurt each other. And that’s going to happen again. Let’s promise ourselves that if it does, we’ll know that we might get angry with each other, but our hearts still care.”
Dark eyes full of strength and fire met mine. “I don’t want the person who never loved me to keep me from the one who does. If you couldn’t be my first lover, then I want to give you something of myself that no one else ever had. Going bare is my promise to you that from now on, it will only be you, it could only be you.”
The trust he’d given me was immeasurable, and my heart burst from my chest, putting a smile on my face.
“You’re my everything.” I leaned forward to kiss him. “Without you, I’m nothing. I love you, Press. No doubts. No hesitation. Only us.”
His smile lit up the darkness and washed away the fog I’d been mired in.
He pulled me closer and surprised me with the hungry intensity of his kiss. I’d forgotten that under Presley’s sweet face lurked a tiger in bed. Desire rushed through me, and my cock stiffened in response to the push of his tongue into my mouth. Nerves prickled through me, and hesitantly, I touched him, almost unable to believe that we’d ended up here, together.
“I love you too,” Presley whispered against my cheek. “Now. Always. Forever.”
I opened the lube and prepped myself. Presley widened his legs, and I guided myself to him. His mouth fell open at the touch of my naked cock to his pucker. I nudged past the tight ring of muscle and waited a moment, savoring his smooth, bare skin touching mine.
“More, please. Everything.” He curled his hands into fists and bit his lip as I inched inside. “Yeah, oh, Nate.Nate.”
He gripped and held me, and I moaned, not only from the raw friction against my overly sensitized dick, but at how perfectly we fit. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to Presley. He was an incredible force pulling me close until I was so deep inside him, I knew we were no longer separate but whole. All doubts fled, and my fears vanished in the union of our bodies, minds, and hearts.
I pulled out, then thrust deeper, repeating that rocking motion over and over, intoxicated by the hot, slick clench of Presley’s ass, and I grunted, pumping into him harder. I knew exactly when I hit his prostate, as he stiffened and cried out. I continued my relentless tagging of that sensitive spot, loving the naked emotions on his face: passion, joy, hunger, excitement.
