“Fuck yes,” I breathe.
His lips move hurriedly against mine as I settle back into the couch, pulling him on top of me. I sink into the cushions, something crumpling beneath me, but I don’t give a shit right now about anything but him.
I choose you.
Tears stream down my face as I keep uttering one word, over and over, if only so I can make sure he hears it.
Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes.
“You are my favorite contemporary gay romance,” I whisper as one hand slides down his neck, over his chest while the other holds onto his throat. Aaron presses his body against mine and I revel in the warmth, the solidness of him against me.
I want to hold on to this moment forever.
He breaks away, gazing down at me with kiss swollen lips and shimmering eyes. He leans his head against mine and I watch through my teary eyes, the grin that splits his face.
His hands travel down my sides, his warm palm on my skin making every nerve light up like fireworks.
My cock strains against my sweats as he grinds himself into me.
“Does this mean I get to call you my boyfriend for real now?” His voice is tinged with humor and hope.
“Yes,” I say, crushing my mouth to his once more. My hands travel down his sides, moving over his ass as I rest them there. I don’t push or pull him. I don’t want to rush. I just want to feel him, his smooth, supple ass against my palm, his cock hard against mine through his tight, perfect jeans. His mouth on my neck, licking, sucking, and biting.
“Boyfriend,” he murmurs, his grin against my neck warm and sweet.
I bite my lip as my own grin falls over my face, and I thrust my cock against him just the slightest.
“Daddy,” I whisper as I bring my mouth to his ear. His groan is as telling as the wet spot forming against my sweatpants.
“Say that again,” he grunts, slipping my cardigan down to my elbows. The sleeves pool around my fingers as I hold onto him, my grin splitting me open with so much warmth and excitement, so much truth.
Because hearing Aaron Everett call mehis… for real… there’s no better sound.
“Daddy,” I groan again, not wanting to fight this anymore.
“Tell Daddy what you want, little prince,” he says, palming my cock through my sweatpants. I moan without hesitation, thrusting up into his hand.
“Everything,” I breathe, my eyes falling shut as he continues to kiss my neck, my jaw, my shoulder and—
I nearly jump when I feel his lips wrap around my exposed nipple and my cock weeps with its own praise.
My hands move around to his belt and I press my palm against the metal, feeling it heat like my insides.
“I want everything,” I say, unlatching his belt. I thrust against his palm, seeking his friction.
“Then I’ll give youeverything,” Aaron says, his lips finding mine once more as he tugs down my sweatpants. I lift my hips to let him pull them down, shifting out of my cardigan and flinging it across the coffee table. It knocks some books over, but I don’t care.
My hands work hurriedly as I unzip his jeans and push them down. He shimmies out of them awkwardly, laughing as he kisses me, as my hands make deft work of freeing his cock from his briefs. He leans back on his heels as he pulls his shirt over his head. The light from outside pours in, lighting him up in all his perfection.
My gaze roves over his solid, sun-kissed chest, his delicious hips. The smattering of dark hair beneath his navel that travels down to his cock. His deep, warm brown eyes and that scruffy five-o clock shadow making his perfect, kiss-swollen lips stand out all the more. But it’s not his body, or his attractive features that has me hard as hell right now.
It’s the way he’s lookingat me.
Like I’m the precious gem, like I’m the beginning and the end and everything in between.
Like I’m the main character.
I lean up and wrap my arms around him, crushing my mouth to his as I push forward. He falls back into the couch cushions with ease, dragging me down with him. The groan that leaves his throat radiates through my entire body.
