“Alright.” Smith nodded and fidgeted the bottle open with one hand. He let go of his ass to plug his nose and lift the bottle. “You’ll tell me when?”
“Of course.”
Smith shoved the bottle under his nose and waited until I told him to breathe.
“One, two, three, four. There you go. Now the other. One, two, three…” I trailed off, leaving the four unspoken as Smith breathed through it anyway. He buried his forehead against the wet pillows with a rumbling groan of arousal.
Ten seconds later, he went absolutely pliant and my hand slid right into him.
“Oh, fuck.” He panted, desperate and frantic. “Oh,fuck. Oh!”
“You’re still safe,” I promised. “I’m still here. It’s still us.”
“I know, I know.” Smith whimpered. “It just. Oh, God. You. You’re…”
“I’m here,” I promised him again, testing my ability to get my hand out of him. It took a little work, but it wasn’t long before I had my first in and out of him with enough ease his cock had gotten hard again.
“I want to come, but I feel so good,” he whispered, dragging his face across the spit-soaked sheets. He was so far gone, he was exactly where I wanted him to be and I needed to get my hand out of him before he shot his load.
“We can do it anytime you want, baby. But right now, I need you to take one last hit off that bottle and then come for me, alright?”
Smith took another breath and twisted the cap on, shoving the bottle out of reach. I stroked him faster, feeling his heart beat against my palm when I gripped him tighter.
“Coming,” he managed to choke out.
It was barely enough warning to pull the thickest part of my hand out of his ass before he clamped down hard around my fingers and spilled ribbons of cum across the bed. He cried out, loud, and he thrashed violently, the relief of his release palpable. I yanked Smith up and back onto my lap, his cock still shooting cum like fireworks onto his chest and onto my hand. I didn’t stop touching him until he asked me to, and even then, I kissed thetop of his head and turned him in my lap so I could get my arms around him.
“I love you,” I promised into his sweaty and matted hair. “I’ll do right by you, Smith. In every way.”
He nodded, swallowing hard.
“This is serious, isn’t it?” he asked.
I tightened my arms around him, wondering what our future could look like. What itshouldlook like. Smith had a whole career of his own, a gorgeous condo in Larchmont. He had his brothers, his friends. He had a whole life, and it was so separate from mine. I wanted us to come together, not just in the bedroom, but I wasn’t sure how to bridge the gap.
“Very,” I told him. Just because I didn’t know what happened next didn’t mean Smith didn’t deserve the truth from me. “Are you tired now? How do you feel?”
“I’ve never felt better.”
He untangled himself from my arms, working his shoulders back and forth, cracking his neck.
“Are you staying the night?” I asked.
“If that’s okay.”
“More than.” I helped Smith to his feet, walked him to the living room and sat him down on the couch—on top of a blanket—then I passed him the remote. “I have to change the sheets, wash my hands. Are you okay here for a few?”
“Riggs.” He reached for me, grabbing my wrist so I turned to look at him. “I’m so much more than okay.”
He smiled, kissed my wrist the same way I often kissed his. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER 31
SMITH
Iwoke up Saturday alone in Riggs’s bed, the sound of the shower coming softly from the bathroom. With a groan, I pillowed my arms together and rolled onto my stomach, resting my forehead against my wrist. My head was buzzing and my body ached in the most delicious way from the sex we’d had the night before. My cheeks burned just thinking about it.
The shower cut off, and it wasn’t long before Riggs’s wet footfalls grew louder. He groaned, dropped something on the floor, then climbed on the bed and laid his body out on top of mine. He was still soaking wet, his long hair dripping against my shoulders, and he dropped a sloppy kiss against the side of my neck.
