The sound of him, the feel, it’s too much.
My rhythm falters, my cock thickening as I reach the edge. I’m so close I can taste it.
I let go of his wrists, and they fall to his sides as I lift him up, his back to my chest. I use that position to rut into him, my free hand moving to his cock and stroking.
He cries out, his dick exploding, covering my fingers and knuckles, and the way his ass constricts around my length has my own release emptying into him. I grunt and shake, my lips trailing across his thrumming pulse and landing on his lips.
We kiss languidly, my dick still inside of his clenching hole until I finally slip free of it.
He falls to the couch, and I go with him, curling up behindhim with an arm around his chest so I can trace shapes across his beating heart.
We’re silent for a while before he turns to face me. I stare at his beautiful eyes and let my fingers trail across his jaw. ‘We need to get you cleaned up.’
‘You did make a mess of me.’
My lips curl up. ‘How’s your ass?’
‘Perfect.’
I lean forward and kiss him softly, feeling the nervous thrum in my chest. I want to ask him now. I want to label whatever this is between us, but for some reason, I swallow it back.
Maybe now isn’t the time. Maybe it’s too soon.
‘What’s wrong?’ he asks.
I shake my head. ‘Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.’ He blushes, and I trace his bottom lip with my thumb. ‘Come on. Let’s shower, and then maybe I’ll make you something to eat.’ He blinks at me, and I grin. ‘Can hear your stomach growling.’
He blushes again, and I kiss my way across his cheeks.
When I lean back, he sighs. ‘Guess I could let my boyfriend make me something to eat. I am hungry and did just take a dick up my ass.’ My mouth falls open, and he grins up at me. ‘Yes? Boyfriend?’
I swallow heavily, then nod. ‘You sure?’
‘I’m sure. No need to make a big deal out of it. Come on. Shower and then feed me.’
He hops up, and my eyes trail after that ass, my heart hammering in my chest because god. I hadn’t realized that was all I wanted.
My feet carry me forward. Toward him.
Toward myboyfriend.
We make it back to my condo just before dinner. I feel different, a little less like me and more like someone else. It’s strange. I haven’t once thought about the gym today. I haven’t thought about my responsibilities or what I’m missing or what could go wrong.
Thom hasn’t texted, and there have been no crises in the employee group chat. It’s almost like the world can carry on without me micromanaging everything.
It’s almost like I actuallycanhave a functional social life without everything burning to the ground.
At Rome’s, we got distracted in the shower long enough to jerk each other off, and then he made me a sandwich to replace all the calories we’d been burning. It was nothing to write home about, but there was something comforting about watching him pull out a baguette, buttering both sides, then adding cheese, meat, and veggies.
He looked at me when he piled on all the greens, smirking like he knew I was going to give him shit about micronutrients and fiber. We ate and lounged for a bit, talking about nothing at all.
It seemed like he needed that little bit of nothing, and I couldn’t blame him after what happened at the street fair.
In the end, I expected him to tell me he had fun and send me on my way. Like after all the half-hysterical, half-feral sex, he was done with me.
So him trailing at my heels now as I unlock my door and walk inside my condo feels like a gift. It feels like something unexpected. Something I should cherish. But I know better than to look that gift horse in the mouth.
‘Where’s the cat?’ he asks when I turn around to face him.
