He groans, my spent dick stiffening back up again. I twist, spinning our bodies around, and take three steps backwards, pressing the couch into the back of his knees. He sits, tugging me down with him, laying back until he’s splayed with my body between his legs. Gannett spits in his hand, replacing mine with his, this time around us both. His dick twitches beside mine.
“Fuck, why does this feel so goddamngood?” he asks, drawing out the last word, as we rut against each other—both our cocks slipping together as we pump in unison. He draws me in for another kiss, this one more exploratory than the last lust-fueled attack, and I feel him whimper, his body going taught below me. “Can you c-come again?” he huffs, murmuring on my lips.
“Yes.” If we keep going like this. Easily, yes.
“I’m coming. I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming,” he whimpers, losing his rhythm as he writhes and shudders. “Mmmfuck, Gordy! Yes. Fuck yes, oh my god.” He burrows his head into my neck, biting down on my shoulder as sticky warmth spreads between us. His sounds, those whimpers and whines, send me into another orgasm as I add to the mess between us.
For many minutes, we lie there, me on top of him, just trying to catch our breaths. Finally, I feel him shuddering beneath me. That shuddering turns into chuckles, then into a full blown laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, peeling myself off of him so I can see what the fuck he’s gone in to hysterics over.
He wraps his arms around my midsection, hauling me back into him and kissing my temple. “How I ever thought I was straight…” He laughs more. “How I let an asshole like you talk me into giving my first blowjob.”
I narrow my eyes at him.
“How much I fuckin’lovedit,” he adds with a shit-eating grin.
“You’re such an idiot,” I muse, resting my head back down on his shoulder, relieved that this wasn’t some huge embarrassment for him.
Suddenly, his laughing ceases. “Promise me you’ll tell me if it ever is too much? Me being an idiot…”
“Sarah made you feel that way, didn’t she?” I hum.
I feel him nod as he runs his fingers over the fine hairs on my scalp, lightly caressing my head, so far removed from heeding that first stupid rule I ever made. I want him touching me more than anything. My body craves it, overriding that formerly omnipresent gatekeeper in the back of my brain that urged me to run from physical touch.
Only him.
“How long have we known each other now?” I ask him.
“I dunno. I literally had been coming to the pub pretty much daily since I was legally old enough to drink there. You’d taken it over by then.”
“Exactly. If I were sick of it, truly sick of your shit, I’d have canned your ass that long ago.”
He chuckles. “We both know that’s bullshit. I was stubborn enough to keep coming back.”
I peer up at him, meeting his gaze. “Yet here we are.”
He grins, nodding. “Here we are.”
“Can you stay?” I ask, no longer too prideful to just blurt out what I’m hoping for. Opening up. Just like I spent hours, days, weeks in therapy practicing for.
His grin falters. “I, um, can’t. My wiener…”
My brows knit together. “Twinkie. I need to, uh—you know what? Fuck. Come to my place and check out my wiener.”
I look between us. “Is that not yours, and—I thought you called it Blackbeard?”
“I adopted adog,” he explains, chuckling. “One who’s probably doing the potty dance, if he hasn’t pissed on the carpet already. The girls named him Twinkie, cuz, well, he kinda resembles one. Fuckin’ guy sees perfectly wipeable linoleum and decides ‘to hell with that’ and opts for my goddamn rug… every time.”
I shake my head chuckling. “I probably should stick around here, in case Taryn needs backup. Technically, he needs a supervisor in order to serve alcohol, but I’m still on premises…” That, and I need to find Morgan. Giving her the box I have down in my truck was my actual first order of business, but… well, other shit came up.
He groans. “Fiiine. But I swear to fuck, Gordy. If you disappear again, I will hunt you down.”
“I told you I was staying. I’m staying. If you had let me explain before, I went to that residential rehab place again. After you looked so giddy about getting your apartment back, I kind of lost it.”
His brows furrow. “I didn’t—I wasn’tgiddy. Christ, Gordy. I only faked that excitement, because I thought you would be happy to kick me out. You seemed uneasy after we fucked around in the shower. I tried to cuddle you in bed after, to reassure you it was alright.You’re the one that got up and went to sleep out on the couch!”
“No, that wasn’t it at all. I got up because your daughter was awake. I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen. The fuckin’ seagullyoulet inside took over her half of the bed! I made her chocolate milk and we watched a movie together. She made me promise we’d get you snack cakes for your friggin' birthday!”
