“Do it. Come for me.”
His back arched off the bed. “Keep fucking me.” He gave a strangled cry as his cock erupted, and a thick, white jet of cum striped my abs and splattered back onto his stomach.
The beautiful burn started deep in my balls and rushed to the surface. After two more hard thrusts, I slammed into him and froze.
“Goddammit!” The word tore out of me. My orgasm hit like a physical blow, so intense I couldn’t move. I pulsed inside him, the spasms making me twist and twitch on top of him. Wild grunts filled the air as we came together, a messy, beautiful, perfect disaster.
The world slowly came back into focus. The frantic energy had bled out of us, leaving a heavy, satisfied stillness in its place. I collapsed on top of Nix, not caring that our bodies were slick with sweat and his cum. Our hearts hammered, then slowed to the same steady rhythm.
Eventually, I softened inside him and held the condom in place as I carefully withdrew. The loss of our physical connection seemed as intense as the fucking, and we both sighed.
I tied the condom off and tossed it toward a trash basket before rolling back to him. Needing contact, I scooted close, and he pressed himself against me. For a long time, we lay in silence.
I came to with a start. Nix was smiling at me, watching me.
“I’ve only bottomed a few times.” His voice was husky. “But you may have ruined me for anything else. I want to do that again.”
“Well…” I leaned in and kissed him. “It was so different from anything I’ve ever called fucking, it felt like I’d never really done it before.”
Lines appeared on his forehead. “Is that… good?”
“Oh, baby.” I stroked his cheek with my thumb. “It was the best thing ever. I’m already addicted to fucking you.”
His smile widened. “And that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. So, want to do it again?”
I nodded. “Let me clean us up. We’ll start fresh.”
“You’re amazing.” He stretched out and sighed. “Made me like getting fucked, and now you’re a gentleman about it.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. As I stood, I glanced down and said, “Damn.”
The sheets rustled behind me. “What?”
I turned my head, and he was propped up on an elbow. I pointed at my cock. “Already hard again.”
We laughed before he gave me a mock-stern look. “Hurry up and get back. Next time, don’t be so gentle.”
25/
nico
Fresh snow had fallen overnight,and the car slipped a few times on the way to the Hyatt Regency. The driver, who’d asked for my autograph when he picked me up at Pack’s, handled the slick roads like a pro. I was thankful because I needed to get back to the hotel before anyone noticed I’d been gone all night. The last thing I needed was a day of nonstop chirping because they knew I’d been somewhere else.
Somewhere else? Fuck that. They’d know I was with Pack, and I’d never hear the end of it. Yesterday’s embarrassingkiss, kiss, kisschant would be mild compared towho fucked who, who fucked who, who fucked who. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed the hell out of our night, but loving it and wanting my jackass buddies to know were completely different things.
Pack is my boyfriend.
It still seemed unreal. Such amazing luck usually happened to others. But it was true. We’d said it out loud and “sealed the deal,” as Pack had put it.
Before I left, he chewed his lip and glanced around the room. “Weareboyfriends, right?” he finally asked. “You haven’t changed your mind?”
His voice was a little shaky, and I understood why. When someone cheats on you, it rewires your brain. You start wondering why you weren’t good enough for them, and then you question whether you’re good enough for anyone. I went through that once, and it took a long time to rebuild my confidence. I couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be with a spouse.
“Hyatt, right?” the driver asked.
“Yes.” I scanned the front of the hotel as we pulled in. No team bus. I had cover stories ready in case I ran into someone inside. If they were in the lobby, I’d say I stepped out to check for the bus. Upstairs, I’d tell them I went down for breakfast. I’d been playing sports since I was four, and flying under the radar was a survival skill.
The elevator was empty, as was the hallway on the seventh floor. My room was two doors down. I was almost there when another elevator opened.
