“I’m going to love you,” he says. “I might already be in love with you, but I’m going to love you even more, Jack. So much.
“Sweet words like that, you should be a movie star,” I say. He stares up at me, eyes shining, and yeah, that’s enough. The fear is gone. I sink down next to him so we’re face-to-face. Equal. He lets me unbutton his shirt while he mouths against my neck and shoulder. The skin beneath is as perfect as I remembered. Tanned and trim. He doesn’t protest when I push him onto his back, then move between his legs to undo his pants and tug them off. David’s erection bobs in greeting, the head flushed, the shaft straining.
I draw a gentle line with a fingernail along the vein that runs under his dick, then continue over the seam between his balls. He gasps when I take him in my hand and lick the tip.
“I want you to remember this,” I say. “Not the last time. This is our first time. You and me.”
He nods jerkily before I put him in my mouth and suck him down.
“Oh. God. Jack.” The syllables are short and strangled. I squeeze the base of him, asking for patience. No one is watching. We can take our time.
David lifts his feet, planting them on the edge of the mattress so I have all the space I need. So much better here than in the tiny trailer where we’d have been banging everything instead of each other.
David pushes back so he can spread out on the mattress, and I follow after him, climbing the length of his body. I’ve barely settled against him before he’s sliding a knee between my thighs, and who am I to complain? I throw a leg over his hip and moan when he grips the two of us together, stroking until I’m leaking.
“Jack,” he says. “Can I fuck you? I want to feel what it’s like to be inside you.”
“Yes.” I’ve wanted that since the beginning.
Suddenly, he goes very still beside me. I pull back enough to see him clearly. His eyes are closed, and he’s frowning deeply.
“You thought I’d say no?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows.
“What? No. Maybe.” He shoves me back down. “I don’t know what to think when it comes to you.”
“No common sense whatsoever.”
He finds the lube and condoms I stashed in my bag, then settles between my knees.
“Go slow,” I say. “Been a while.”
David kisses the inside of my knee. “As long as I make my flight tomorrow.” He follows with a trail of kisses down my calf before he lifts my foot and kisses the arch. I hiss, and he grins at me. “I remembered that. Been waiting for months to try that again.”
He’s so careful. He kisses my ankles, runs his hands along the backs of my legs. He swirls a fingertip over my hole, then follows it with his tongue. By the time he gets even one slicked finger inside me, I’m begging.
“David. David, please.”
He brushes his knuckles over my cock; the noise that comes out of me is ninety percent howl, and I’m so grateful there’s no one around for miles.
By the time he’s opened me up and is sliding on the condom, I’m so aroused I can’t stay still. My muscles jump sporadically, and random streaks of precome are smeared on my stomach. David’s breathing hard and grinning wildly as he strokes on lube before he leans down to kiss me. He hums against my lips, and he’s practically vibrating with excitement. I bump my hips against him, urging him on, and he laughs before he rights himself and lines his cock up against my ass.
The first inch of pressure squeezes all the air out of my lungs, and I gasp, arching back, trying to find room to breathe.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Just a second.” I clench and unclench my fists. Curl and uncurl my toes. I focus on relaxing and tilt my hips so another fraction of an inch slips inside me.
“Jack.” David pulls back, giving me a second to catch my breath before he presses forward again, and it’s easier now. He takes his time, gaining entrance agonizingly slowly. The burn makes me grunt, but I grip his biceps to let him know whenever it’s too much, and he waits.
Finally, his pelvis settles against my ass, and we both groan. He comes forward again, planting his palms on either side of my head.
“You’re amazing,” he says. “You feel amazing.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper. The sensation of him deep inside me is almost too much. I need him to move. He tugs at my lips with his teeth, biting down hard enough to sting. The sensation pulls my focus long enough that when he slides halfway out of me, I gasp, pushing up and trying to hold onto him.
“It’s okay.” He wraps his arms under my shoulders so our chests are pressed together. On reflex, I lift my feet so I can lock my ankles behind his back and squeeze his ribs with my thighs. “Uh-huh. You’ve got this.”
Finally, he moves, picking up a steady rhythm that sets my body on fire. With each thrust, I relax a little more. Just the two of us like this, we really do fit together like we always have. Jack and David. TherealDavid. Mine. Imperfect. Wildly famous. But the rest of the world hasn’t seen the David I know.
