“I’ll remember that,” I tell him.
“Oh my God, Austen…” His voice is strained. “I’m—”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to come already,” I taunt him. “I’m not even in you yet.” My sarcasm is heavy, but Cameron laughs, his voice thick with need.
“Then stop doing that,” he says humorously as he pushes me away from his cock. Then his voice deepens, all humor gone as he thrusts against my fingers. “And fuck me, already.”
“And you call me bossy,” I say as I remove my fingers, lining myself up. I grab the lube, hissing from the sudden cold sensation, but it warms soon enough. When I’m covered, I grip his hips as I push my way in, watching his eyebrows furrow, his lips part. He arches his back instinctively, taking more of me, and I push until I can’t go any further. He’s tighter than I remember, but then again, it’s been months. Still, despite that, there is no pause, no moment of tension. Between my thrusts and his, we find our rhythm quickly.
“So fucking close,” I say as I kiss his throat. “Baby.”
“Me too,” he says, his fingernails digging into the flesh of my ass as that grip, that force I love comes back as I thrust into him, hard and fast. The headboard rattles against the wall in tandem with his moans, my rapid breathing, and the sound of wet skin slapping. It’s a perfect symphony. “Make me come,” he whispers as his mouth finds mine.
I grab his cock, my hands still a little slippery from the lube.
“You didn’t say please,” I tease him, grinning wildly knowing how close he is. How close I am. God, I missed this. I missed the way he feels wrapped around my cock, how his solid body feels beneath me. How he smells so good, how he makes me feel like anything is possible as long as he’s here.
“Please,” he grits out through his teeth.
I swallow his cries, tasting the sweetness of the moment on his tongue as we both dive over that edge at the same time, coming together in unanimous synchronicity. Like perfectly written code.
Warm cum spreads along my abs and my chest. He cries out my name as I detonate inside of him. His hand finds its way in my hair and he grips me tighter, sliding his tongue in my mouth.
He kisses me slowly and deeply. I love it. I love him.
This…
I could get used to this.
When we finally break away and I pull out, exhaustion hits. I get up and head to the bathroom wordlessly. I clean myself up and grab a warm towel to hand him while I collect our clothes, which are all over my apartment. With each garment I pick up, my smile widens.
I toss him his sweatpants. We’re both dressed and beneath the covers in record time. I pull him close, threading my leg through his.
He falls into my proximity with ease. His warm palm finds my hip, and I’m overcome with so much emotion, I have to bite my damn lip to keep from crying.
Because this… this is what we were always supposed to be. Best friends. Lovers. So much more.
“I love you,” I say, the words clear and strong. “I love you so fucking much, Cam.”
Cameron grins before kissing the side of my mouth. “Feeling’s mutual.Baby.” He smirks, and I can’t deny the heat crawling into my cheeks, and I know it’s not from my warm covers. But I don’t hide it.
I never want to hide from him. Never again.
I roll over and turn off the light then shift closer to myboyfriend. He pulls me close to his chest, his warmth surrounding me, and I smile. I find his hand over my hip and slide my fingers through his and fall asleep like a damn baby.
Home never felt so good.
Epilogue
Cameron
One year later…
I flip the sign on the window to the side that saysclosed.
“What a long night,” Austen says, blowing out a harsh breath.
“Tell me about it.”
