I’m leaking enough to add a little bit of moisture between us to smooth out the slide. I lick his neck, nipping his skin, loving the way his fingers dig into my back, my ass. Gripping my thighs and urging me on.
“It’s been a long time,” I murmur in apology. “I’m sorry, Brevan, but I don’t think I can hold my orgasm much longer.”
“Is this the only time?” he asks, voice hypnotically breathless.
My brain is spinning, so I don’t quite understand what he’s asking me. “Only time?”
“That we’re going to do this. That you want me?”
I bite his neck. Not hard enough that I leave a mark, but enough that I feel his body jump under me. “No, Brevan. You’recaptivating. But I feel like I need to tell you I didn’t invite you in here for this. I truly enjoy your company and getting to know you. I want that to continue.”
“Okay, but… are we going to… do this again?”
“Do you want to?”
He nods wildly. “Yes. Yes, so much.”
The need in his voice does it. I lose the ability to have this conversation and give in to the sensations between us. My orgasm floods my body, and I grind against his cock in a way I’m not entirely sure feels good. It must not be too bad, though, because he’s whimpering while I spill between us minutes before he comes with me.
Apparently, the weird, erotic rubbing of my cock against his felt good enough that I coaxed Brevan’s orgasm, too. Thank fuck for that.
I let my body relax on top of him, our panting now the most prominent sound in the room.
“That felt good,” Brevan says, and I grin.
“Better than good.”
“You—do you really want to do this again?”
“Brevan,” I murmur, placing soft kisses along his neck and jaw until I’m looking into his eyes. “My thoughts have been dominated by you since we talked yesterday.”
His heart is still racing, though I wonder how much of that is from sex and how much is from his nerves. He needs reassurance, but I’m not sure what words he needs to hear.
“Yes. I want this again. I want to feel you against me. I want to make you feel good, and I want to feel good with you. ButI alsowant to continue getting to know you, Brevan. Please tell me you understand that. This isn’t about sex. That’s just a bonus that snuck up rather quickly. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it again, though. I absolutely do.”
I said something right because he takes a deep breath and his tension releases. “Me too. All of that.”
“Good.” I kiss his lips. I’m reminded that I have an athlete under me who needs to eat regularly when his stomach growls so loud that it sounds like a voice in the room. I can actually feel the growl, too. “Guess it’s time to feed you.”
He laughs. It’s a sweet, sweet sound that I can’t get enough of.
Brevan left somewhere around midnight.I fed him. We cuddled in front of the fire, watching the dark world beyond the dome until the northern lights colored the sky. Then we enjoyed another orgasm before he crept out to return to his own dome.
This night took a turn I hadn’t expected. My only true intent was to listen to Brevan talk. His voice is beautiful. His thoughts are just as beautiful and inspiring. I enjoy his company in a way I haven’t enjoyed another person’s in ages, and I wanted to indulge a little bit.
Despite asking him into the hot tub, it truly hadn’t been a means to get into his pants. I’ve been dying to get into the hot tub as soon as I saw that each dome had one while researching our accommodations.
I didn’t mean to seduce him, if that’s what happened last night. That hadn’t been my intent at all. I truly want to know everything about him. I enjoy being in his presence. His smile is radiant. Everything about Brevan Skeeter captivates me.
I’ve been awake long enough to watch the sun come up, and all I’m thinking about is Brevan. I’m jumping the gun big time because everything that floods my mind is what happens next. Not next as in today. But next, as in our future together.
We’ve barely talked about a future, except that he wants to be assured that I’m not just fucking and ditching. The way he asked whether it was a one-time deal made me very aware that’s what he wanted to avoid.
Somehow, my brain interpreted that as Brevan and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together. Or the rest of mine, since he’s younger than Seth. I wince. That makes me a dirty old man, doesn’t it?
What will my kids think? I’ve asked myself this question a hundred times. It’s so hard to know because I don’t know my kids at all.
I roll over and grab my phone from where it’s charging. I haven’t checked in with Seth since the day we arrived. So I send him a quick text.
