Sinking back to the bed, I was a dizzy, trembling mess. Had sex ever been this good? Not that I remembered. And I didn’t care, because sex was this good now.
Sex with Peyton.
Holy fuck. Did I really just have sex with Peyton?
Right then, he settled on top of me again, straddling my hips, and his kiss was soft and languid now. Lazy, gentle, and tasting like me.
I wrapped my shaking arms around him.
And I didn’t think I’d ever felt better than I did in that moment.
CHAPTER 32
PEYTON
Holding Avery while he came back down to earth had to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. I loved watching and hearing and feeling andtastinghim lose control, and holding him against me while he trembled and caught his breath between kisses was seriously hot.
My God, this had been like every fantasy I’d ever had about him come to life. That kiss in his kitchen had felt like something that had been years in the making. One touch of his lips, all I’d been able to think was,“yes, finally.”As if everything—the last few weeks, hell, my whole damn life—had been leading up to that moment, and it had finally happened.
In that instant, I hadn’t thought any further ahead. It was both a complete surprise and made perfect sense that we’d gone from kissing against the counter to getting each other off in bed. When our lips had met, I hadn’t imagined I was minutes away from being inside him and a few more away from him coming on my tongue.How did that happen?clashed withOf course it happenedin my jumbled thoughts, but mostly, I was overwhelmed with… satisfaction didn’t even seem to be the right word. Relief? Perfection? I didn’t know.
I just knew I felt amazing right now, and I absolutely loved the way his man’s beautiful naked body fit against mine while our mouths lazily moved together.
After God only knew how long, we came up for air. Avery gazed up at me with blissed-out eyes, then glanced down at our sweaty bodies and asked, “Join me for a shower?”
I grinned. “Is this a shower where we get clean?” I eased onto my side and slid a hand down over his perfect ass. “Or where we rinse off some cum and lube, and then just get started again?”
The hunger burning in his eyes almost had us getting started right then and there. “It’s the kind of shower where we take a lube bottle with us just in case the bed is too far away.”
“Ooh, I love the way you think.” I pulled him back in for a kiss. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up fucking you over something.”
Avery whimpered into my kiss. “Promise?”
Fucking hell, I’d hit the jackpot, hadn’t I?
“Guess we’ll find out.” I stole another light kiss. “Let’s go.”
He grabbed the lube bottle, and we got up. It was a genuine miracle my legs stayed under me as we got out of Avery’s bed. Judging by the way he leaned on me, he wasn’t any better off.
But it gave us an excuse to lean on each other, so I didn’t object. Especially once we were in the shower, attention divided between getting clean and getting close. Avery had the most gorgeous body, and I loved the way he felt pressedup against me, arms around my neck as we kissed and water cascaded around and between us.
“Shame we can’t get away with this in the locker room,” I murmured.
Avery’s drunken laugh was musical. “I mean, we could try, but I feel like there might be a few objections.”
“Just a few,” I said, and claimed his mouth again. The shower swallowed most of his soft moan, but I caught the thrum of it against my lips, and I wanted more. One roll in the hay, one shower, and I was already hooked on everything about him, from the helpless sounds he made to the magic he worked with his mouth.
I’d had a crush or two in the past who’d been letdowns in bed, but Avery Caldwell was not one of them. He was everything I’d imagined and then some, from an artful kisser to a vocal, responsive bottom. I couldn’t get enough of running my hands all over his body, tracing every muscle and plane and angle, memorizing contours as if I’d never touched another human in my life.
And predictably, holding him close and making out with him like this had everything below my waist stirring before too much longer. As my dick hardened between us, Avery rubbed against me, his own cock starting to come back to life too. The lazy kissing in between getting clean turned to hungrily devouring each other’s mouths as we rutted and groped and wound each other up all over again.
“I swear to God, my sex drive has been MIA for ages,” he panted. “But now that you’re here…”
Then we were kissing again, and oh yeah, his sex drive was definitely alive and well. So was mine.
“We should get out of the shower,” I growled. “I want to fuck you someplace we won’t slip and fall.”
The answer to that was the sudden silence of the watershutting off. Avery met my gaze with smoldering eyes, and neither of us had to say a word.
