He sighs as he snuggles in, and I hate to admit it—it sounds almost sad.
“What’s up, sunshine?”
When he shakes his head, I grab his chin and tilt his face to mine.
“Talk to me.”
He smiles, genuine and soft. “It’s nothing you did… Sometimes a wave of sadness just hits me when I think about missing out on this. On us. How happy we could’ve been all this time.”
I gaze down at his lips, letting my thumb drag across them. He places his hand over mine, slowly guiding it down to my wrist.
“I… wish I could redo a lot of things…” That night, not so long ago, flashes before my eyes, and I force myself to push it away. “Your graduation. I should’ve acted like an adult, stayed, and talked with you. Maybe we could’ve kept it a secret until we were older… then told our parents.”
Shifting my gaze up, I meet his slightly furrowed eyes and immediately recognize my mistake. “I don’t want to hide us, Ayden.”
“I know, I know…”
“I want to take you out. Around Maple Falls, yes, and beyond it. I want people to know you’re mine and I’m yours. Those who judge us… they can go fuck themselves.”
His smile lights upmylife.
“I feel the same. Fuck them if they judge us.”
“Exactly.”
He chuckles and sits up, letting me capture his mouth again. The moment he parts his lips, I slide my tongue in, and the sound of pleasure rolling from his throat has me groaning.
“Ayden, the fireworks.”
His arm hooks around my neck while his other hand findsmine, guiding it down into his lap. “Your possessiveness,” he breathes against my lips, “has me hard—and I’m not fucking sorry about it.”
The second I feel the truth to that statement, I grab his cock through his jeans. He presses against me, damn near crawling into my lap.
“You want me to take your cock out?” I murmur, dragging him between my spread legs.
His forehead rests against mine. “Yes…”
Grinning, I guide him to turn and sit between my thighs. His back presses to my chest, my lips brushing against his ear.
“Do you feel what your need does to me?” I pull his hips tighter, grinding him against my own throbbing erection. My pants are a nuisance, keeping him, I’m sure, from feeling the full effect he has on me and just how badly I want him.
“Yes… please, Keo.”
I nip at his neck, my fingers working his fly open with practiced ease. “Guess I can show you some fireworks before the show even starts.”
He laughs at my stupid joke just as my hand slips under his waistband and wraps around him.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Mmm, so sensitive.” I angle him up, just enough for the tip to peek over his briefs, and run my thumb across the head, smearing the precum already there. “Goddamn, sunshine, I love how eager you are for me.”
I tug his boxers down, and he shifts just enough to give me full access. My strokes stay light, teasing. “I’ve got plans for us after the fireworks. Think you can go a few rounds for me?”
We’ve only tried twice before, and were successful, but he’s not had a lot of practice coming multiple times. But by the way his breath hitches tells me he’s game to keep going and try regardless.
“Y-Yes, Keo. Please.”
Releasing him, I hold my hand out. “Spit.”
