“God, yeah,” he breathed. “Make… Make me come, baby.”
Oh, hell, that almost mademecome.
“Yeah,” I panted. “Come for me.”
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, arching off the mattress again as he kept pumping himself. Fuck, he was so hot. I wasn’t usually one to come at the same time as my partner, but I was sure that if he came, I was going to come with him. I was so damn turned on, so close, and watching him start to come unraveled was more than I could take.
I was a breath away from begging him to take us both there when he gasped and tensed. Cum dotted those six-pack abs, and I was right there with him, thrusting as deep as he could take me and coming until I couldn’t possibly have anything left.
Then I exhaled and slumped over him.
Avery sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and I let my forehead rest on his collarbone.
“We’re gonna…” I paused to catch my breath. “We’re gonna need another shower.”
He laughed and carded his fingers through my hair. “Probably won’t need the lube this time.”
“No, definitely not.” I pushed myself up on shaking arms and met his beautiful hazel eyes. “Pretty sure that’s all I’ve got for a while.”
His smile was so sweet and adorable. “You and me both. But we can clean up and chill in bed.”
That sounded like a great idea, and it was exactly what we did. There was some kissing and touching in the shower of course, but neither of us did anything to get the other spun up. We even managed to get dried off this time, and then into some gym shorts before we stumbled downstairs to the kitchen.
“I’m not as good a cook as you are,” he said. “But I can probably put something edible together.”
“Edible is fine. Do you need any help?”
“Nah.” He flashed me that cute smile. “I’ve got it.”
Fair enough. I took a seat at one of the barstools by the kitchen island while he rifled around in the fridge and cabinets.
He laid out the makings for what I suspected was a simple pasta dish, and my stomach growled audibly. He must’ve heard it, because he glanced at me and chuckled, but he didn’t comment.
He put on a pot of water to boil, then started cutting up some tomatoes. “So, I guess the question is—what next?”
I cocked my head. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are we…” He paused, gnawing his lip. “Like are we fuck buddies, or…?”
Oh. Okay, we were diving into that topic. “Well, I don’t want to put any pressure on either of us. We’re good at being friends. We’re good in bed.” I half-shrugged. “Maybe play the rest by ear? See how it evolves on its own?”
Avery studied me across the island before shifting his attention back to the knife and tomatoes. “That works. Though… if we’re going to keep nixing condoms…”
I sat up a little and nodded. “Right. Right. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m good with us being exclusive. We just don’t have to start signing leases or looking for rings, you know?”
His sudden laugh was a relief. “No, no. Definitely not that. But yes to being exclusive.” He looked at me through his lashes, his expression kind of shy. “I don’t, um… I don’t have any objection to being more than fuck buddies, though. Just so we’re clear. We don’t have to be, but if you want to be…”
I absently thumbed the edge of the granite countertop. “I… don’t have any objection either. It, um… What we’re doing so far feels right. I’m open to more—I just don’t want us slapping names on things and putting too much pressure on. We can see where it goes?”
With a soft smile, he nodded. “I like that idea.”
“Me too.” I liked it a lot, if the thumping of my heart was anything to go by. Sex with Avery was all my fantasies and then some. Dating him? Possibly turning into something more?
Oh, hell. I could definitely get used to this.
CHAPTER 33
AVERY
