If he was nice before, he’s brutal now. The careful caress, the soft exploration is gone. Our only point of connection is the pistoning of his cock in my ass. My knees are digging into my stomach, my cock trapped between my thighs. We did this position at the yoga class, but I didn’t realize I’d be revisiting it so soon. I can’t get off this way, but I’m okay with that for now. Brady’s hips slap against me, his balls against my taint. He’s breathing hard, and his strong hands have my hips held tight, so the only thing I can do is take what he’s giving me. I’ve asked for it, so I should be grateful.
“Yes. Yes, yes.”
“Fuck. Nash, fuck. You’re so—” He plants a hand between my shoulder blades, driving me down. I can barely breathe, my whole torso crushed between him and the mattress, but he doesn’t seem to care about my comfort anymore, and I’m so grateful. I don’t want to be protected. I want to be held open and used up and—
He groans above me. The sound is a long, strangled thing, while his hips buck and his hand slides off my back. At the last second, he pulls himself out, and I hear the snap of the condom before stripes of hot come spurt over the length of my spine. He’s panting and shouting above me, and I wish I could see him, but the sticky wetness on my skin is enough. I spread my knees, finding room for my hands. My cock throbs at my touch, and I’m so close. I can’t get the grip I want, though. Can’t find the speed. Not without moving, but my whole body is a mess of aching muscles that I can’t figure out how to unwind.
A new wetness slides over my back, and the brush of his hot breath grounds me as Brady licks the come off my back.
“Jesus Christ,” I moan, but the image of it, the flat stripe of saliva, the slow swipe of his tongue, it’s enough. I curl up on myself, cheek pressed to the pillow, and finally my orgasm erupts in a snap that steals my breath while my body spasms and empties itself onto his bed.
He flops on one side, landing next to me while I twitch. I’m relearning how to move my limbs as he laughs.
“Holy shit. That was so hot.”
My ass throbs, used and sore. It’s been years since I’ve had this feeling. Dominic was never rough, even on the nights I asked him to be.
Slowly, we spread out. My legs finally shoot out from under me, and my stomach lands in an unpleasant wet spot. More laundry. I’d apologize, but he did this to me, so he can clean it up. I stretch my arms overhead, grimacing as one shoulder pops.
He smooths a hand over my back, still damp and sticky.
“That was good, right?” he says, and the question makes him seem so young again, looking for reassurance when he has practically fucked my grasp of language out of me.
“Uh-huh.”
He snuggles up, rooting his nose into my armpit where he inhales deeply.
“We should do that again.”
I groan. “Give an old man a break.”
His hand comes down on my ass in a smack. “Not right now, asshole. But, like, some other time.” I lift my head, and he’s turned to stare at the ceiling. “We could make it a regular thing.” He glances at me, dark eyes sparkling. “If you wanted to?”
I’m not sure I’ll survive another round with him, but at the same time, he’s here and he’s willing, and he seems to know what I need. I don’t want a boyfriend. A good hard fuck, that’s all I want right now.
“It wouldn’t be serious,” I say. “I’m not looking for anything serious.”
His smile glows. “Neither am I. My life is too busy for anything more than a hookup.” He squeezes my ass. “But if I know it’s you, it makes it easier to plan for.”
I don’t want to be someone he plans for. Dominic tried to plan for me, and too many nights I wasn’t there when the festival needed my attention. I open my mouth to tell Brady, but an ominous musical trilling sounds from somewhere far away. It’s vaguely familiar, but before I can place it, Brady leaps off the bed.
“Shit!” His feet pound up the hall.
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.That’s what the sound is.
The music cuts out as Brady answers the call. “Hello? Brady speaking.”
Gingerly, I push myself up to my hands and knees. I need a shower, but doing it here feels presumptuous. I’m surprised when my legs actually hold me as I step onto the floor. I’ll hurt for days, but I’m already thinking about when we can do this again.
My clothes are in a heap, and I put them on carefully, feeling the places where muscles pull. Brady is down the hall, speaking quickly, and when I wander into parts of the apartment I haven’t seen before, he is leaning against a worn dining room table. His phone is crooked between his shoulder and chin while he pokes at a laptop with one finger. His other hand is held out to one side, and I realize a used and wrinkled condom is pinched between his fingers.
“Yeah. Yeah,” he says. “How long?”
He’s naked, and apparently unashamed, so I take a moment to look him over. Broad shoulders, tanned skin, barbells in both nipples. His stomach is flat and has a hint of definition, dark hair swirls from his belly button down to where it thickens at his groin, and his cock, limp and resting, hangs against his balls. He’s perfect and young, his body still resisting age and gravity.
“Yeah, no problem. No, not at all. I’ll be right there.”
My heart drops, and I don’t know why. We weren’t going to cuddle or order takeout and tell each other about our weekend.
