“You did?” I ask and he nods. The thought of him getting himself ready has my cock leaking precum.
“Did you think of me?” My voice is husky.
“Of course.”
“Fuck, Holden, the only thing hotter than the thought of you lying here with your fingers in your ass and thinking of me is to see you doing it. Can I watch you next time, baby?”
His eyes darken and he smiles. I got my answer. I cover his body with mine and kiss him deeply, then I run my fingers through the hair on his chest, something I’ve longed to do since I saw his chest at the motel.
“This is perfect,” I say and he gives a contented sigh. My cock aches and I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel him around me. I kneel between his legs and reach for the lube. He draws his knees up and I trace round his hole with a lube-coated finger. He wrinkles his nose in impatience even though I can feel his body responding to me.
“One day I’m going to tease you so much you’re going to be begging for my dick.”
“I’m begging you now,” he snaps. “That’s why I got ready.” I laugh at him and slide my finger in easily. After a couple of thrusts I add a second finger—he’s right, he did prep. I add a third and twist them a few times before withdrawing. I waste no time tearing open a condom packet and sheathing my dick, adding a coating of lube. I line up and slowly sink into him, enjoying the pressure of him gripping me as I bottom out.
“You good?” I check in with him and he nods. I start moving, rocking my hips. He feels so good and I pick up the pace as he throws his head back and groans, which spurs me on faster.
“Harder,” he groans and grabs the headboard behind him. He pulls his knees up and I hold them wide, opening him up further while I slam into him.
“Oh god,” he pants as I hit his prostate. I shift my hips so I can nail it again and again. He gazes up at me, pupils blown, and his lips bruised from all the kissing. He looks undone and the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.
“You’re mine. All mine,” I growl with each thrust, and I catch his throatyyes, which pushes me on harder, his cock bouncing between us. My balls tighten... I’m not going to last much longer.
”Can you come for me, baby?” I croon, and he gives me a low moan as I slam into him a couple more times. Suddenly he arches off the bed and cries out, coming untouched, spurting all over his chest. I keep thrusting, fucking into him through his orgasm. His hole grips me tighter, and pulls my own release from me as wave after wave hits me, and I can't stop until I’mcompletely spent. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before, but then, I’ve never had to wait twenty years. I slide out of him and he stretches his legs out as he lets go of the headboard. I lie next to him and pull him into my arms. We can clean up in a minute, but for now I just want to hold him. He settles into me, fitting against me like he was made to be there. I breathe him in deeply, and the usual scent of him mixed with the smell of our lovemaking is a heady mix. I nuzzle into his hair. “That was perfect, baby.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Holden
My mouth is dry when I see Reece’s mom enter the store the next morning. I’m thankful the store is empty as she wastes no time in coming over. I’m also glad I have a beard because my cheeks burn red hot as she gives me a huge smile. I'm sure she can probably see everything Reece and I did last night written on my face, and what we did this morning. My mind flicks back to how he woke me up with kisses and the promise of breakfast. But then that moved to hand jobs in the shower, and we took so long that we didn’t get any breakfast, which is where Reece is now.
“Morning, Holden. How are you doing?”
Well, apart from my ass being able to feel the pounding from last night every time I take a step, I’m fine. And I’m definitely not complaining about the state of my ass; the achy burn feels good.
“Did you want to see Reece? He just popped out for a minute.”
“No, it’s you I came to see. I want you to say that I’m glad you and Reece have managed to work things through. He was worried about it. I’m really happy for you both.”
My first thought is that she really does know what happened last night, then my brain kicks in and I realize she’s talking about the bullying. I’m not overly happy that she knows about it, but it’s done and it’s in the past.
“Thank you. W-we’re trying to put it behind us and move on.” And may she never mention it again. Her compassionate smile tells me that she probably won’t, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I want to invite you to dinner tomorrow. It’s Marina’s last night and I’d like to give her a good send-off.”
“I’d like that Mrs. Fisher, thank you.” Her brow creases slightly. “Can you even consider calling me Theresa now?”
Oh God, that’s a big thing, but she is being nice, so I can try.
“T-thank you, T-Theresa.” She smiles widely, not minding that my stutter made me stumble over her name.
“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.” She turns to go. Reece enters the store as she reaches the door and they exchange a few words before he comes over.
“She knows about us,” I squeak.
“Well, she knew about the date last week and yesterday and that I didn'’t come home last night. So I’d say she has pretty normal powers of deduction.”
“No! S-she knew about us b-before,” I cry, and he comes over and catches me, putting his hands on my upper arms.
