“Stop, stop,” he gasps breathlessly. “You gotta stop, or I’ll come, and I want you inside me first.”
And suddenly, I’m not so worried about teasing him.
Gently, I remove my fingers as he reaches for the condom.
“Lie on your back. I’ll ride you since you’re still working with that broken wing.” He smiles, and we switch positions so I’m lying on my back.
He tears open the condom with his teeth and rolls it onto me before slathering lube all over my dick. Then he swings one leg over my hips, straddling my hips and reaching behind himself to line me up with his hole. Then he sinks down, taking the first inch of my cock inside his body, and I swear to god, I almost explode right there.
I must have some kind of look on my face because it’s his turn to smile wickedly as he rocks his hips and takes another inch.
“Oh, Jesus, fuck,” I murmur, slamming my eyes shut. The way Tanner looks right now, his face flushed, his eyes dark and hooded with lust, his body covered with a sheen of sweat, is too much when combined with the searing hot vise that’s wrapped around my shaft.
“This okay?” he asks as he sinks further onto me.
“Fuck yes—oh, oh god, Tanner.” My eyes roll back in my head as he sits down, taking the rest of me inside his body all at once until his ass is pressed tight against my groin.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” he grunts, right before he rises up and quickly drops back down onto me, sliding that hot ass along my full length. He begins to move in a steady rhythm, and each time he lowers himself, his dick slaps against my abs. I would have never dreamed I would find something like that hot, but the sight of it almost pushes me over the edge.
Reaching around his hip with my one good hand, I grab onto his firm ass, squeezing it as he moves up and down on me. He presses down hard and does something with his inner muscles that makes me cry out. It’s so much more intense than I’ve ever felt during sex, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off the orgasm that’s barreling toward me like a runaway train.
Involuntarily, I start thrusting up into him, my hips meeting his ass every time he slams down onto me. And it’s so fucking good. Even the throbbing pain in my chest doesn’t matter to me as the ecstasy I’m experiencing overrides everything else.
“God. Jesus. Fuck. Fuck, Louis, it’s so good, so good,” he babbles, and I tighten my one-handed grip on his ass. Fuck, the only thing that could make this better would be if I had two working hands and I could touch him all over, the way I’m craving to.
He clenches around me again, and I know I can’t last.
“Tanner, I’m gonna—”
“Jerk me off, Louis. Jerk me while you come.” He’s panting, his mouth open, chest heaving as he fucks me hard and fast.
I grasp his cock with a ferocious grip, jerking him like he asked, and the sound that tears from his throat is the last straw.
“Oh. God. Oh.” I cry out as my vision whites out, all the muscles in my body contracting. Everything I have shoots out of my cock, filling the condom inside him.
Tanner lets out a feral groan as he follows. He explodes, streams of come landing all over my abs and chest.
His orgasm goes on and on, but when he’s finally empty, he leans over, pressing his mouth to mine in a sloppy, wet kiss. Then he pulls himself off and collapses beside me as we both come down from our highs.
Chapter 18
Tanner
Istand by the trunk of Louis’s SUV, staring at the cabin perched on the cliff’s edge. In the last four days, this place has somehow managed to feel more like home than anywhere I’ve lived since I was fourteen years old. The rain has reduced to a fine, misty drizzle, coating the world in a soft focus and blurring the line between the gray sky and the churning ocean.
For the last few days, I wasn’t Tanner Sinclair, the rookie trying to prove himself. I wasn’t the backup, or the kid with the single mom, or the guy terrified of letting anyone see the real him. I was just Tanner. And Louis was just Louis.
“You okay back there, Sinc?”
Louis’s voice cuts through the mist. He’s standing by the passenger door, his good hand resting on the frame. He looks relaxed, the dark circles that have been under his eyes since hisinjury reduced to almost nothing. Lots of sleep and salt air has been healthy for both of us.
“Yeah,” I call back. “Enjoying the view one last time.”
I slam the trunk shut with a heavy, final-sounding thud before sliding into the driver’s seat. The car smells of wet wool, stale coffee, and that underlying scent of expensive soap and musk that I’m starting to associate with Louis. With comfort.
“Ready to head back to civilization?” Louis asks as we buckle up.
“Not really,” I admit, putting the car in gear. The gravel crunches under the tires as we roll down the drive, the towering spruce trees closing in around us like a tunnel.
