My ass was still loose from when I’d prepped myself, Avery’s fingers gliding inside of me easily but somehow still feeling exponentially better than my own by margins. A third finger soon joined, pressing against my entrance and slowing the rolling of my hips while Avery’s arm around my waist stilled me.
His brows were pinched together in concentration—an adorable expression given the kind of situation we were in right now. All concentration and taking this seriously.
What else did I expect from this man?
I appreciated the care, though. A lot of men that I’d slept with couldn’t give two shits about prep. They were all about shoving me face down into the mattress and then sticking it in like we were both going to die or something if it took longer than fifteen seconds to get our clothes off.
And god forbid ifIwanted to top.
Here, we had all the time in the world. There was nothing stopping Avery from fingering me until my balls were practically bursting with the need to come. There was nothing stopping me from sitting back and grabbing a hold of Avery to edge him until he had tears in his eyes.
There were no rules here. No decorum that we had to follow. Just me and him.
I fucking loved that.
Leaning forward, I tangled our mouths together as his third finger slowly slipped inside of me, burning a bit when he curled them all together and moved them deeper.
This felt good. It felt right.
Why the hell hadn’t we done this fifteen years ago?
What had stopped us other than my incessant need to hide my true feelings?
Avery had never been the type of person to preach prejudice. He’d been happy for me when I came out. Was supportive in more ways than I ever thought possible.
I should’ve bit the bullet and stopped being such a fucking coward back then. Told him how I felt and saw where it went from there. Who knows where we would’ve ended up. How many years we could’ve saved ourselves from wasting by staying apart.
Rejection could’ve been inevitable. But so could’vethis.
“Bran,” he whispered.
“I need you.” I practically choked on the words, the deep vulnerability in them not lost on either of us.
Something flashed in his eyes, and before I knew it, he was slipping his fingers out of me and rolling us over. He flattened me on my back against the mattress, worming his body in between my legs until we were practically molded together again.
When he kissed me, I felt that familiar lick of fire burning in my belly. The dire need to get him inside of me steadily encouraged my hand to wander between us and grip him again while my other slapped against the bed to blindly search for the lube and condom I’d carelessly tossed there.
Avery rolled his tongue against mine in a sinful way. It was too good. Too fucking much for him to never have thought about doing this with me beforehand.
What if he had? What if I wasn’t the only one fighting my feelings back then?
Wishful thinking, of course. But at this point, anything was possible.
By the time I got a hold of the condom, Avery had moved his lips away from mine and was now meandering a path across my cheek and over to the spot right under my ear. My body jolted the second his teeth grazed over it, forcing my poor aching cock to leak all over him and my own belly.
“Fuckingshit.” I squeezed my hand around him, drawing out his own set of curses. “You’re going to end this before we can get to the good part.”
He laughed against my neck. “I can’t help it.”
The second he dragged his tongue along my pulse point, I turned my head to tuck the condom between my teeth and then pushed against his shoulder. He sat back easily and with nosense of hesitation in his body language, his eyes pinning right on me with a slight worried pull to his brows.
Between us, I’d left a visible mess. Both of our stomachs coated with the slight sheen of precum. I couldn’t believe he almost made me come just by teasing me like that. He was so damn lucky he was charming and I had more discipline.
As soon as I popped open the cap of the lube bottle once more, Avery’s expression softened. He leaned forward just enough to snag the condom from between my lips, a playful smile stretching his mouth wide.
“I’ll take that,” he said, his voice gravelly.
My hyperfixation with the tendons in his hand working to open the wrapper was definitely not something I’d ever thought I’d be into. Nor so focused on them moving under his skin as he ripped the wrapper and rolled the condom over his impressive length.
