“I want you to fuck me,” he says, his voice low but confident. “I’m sick of holding back.”
He tosses the lube at me and I catch it. Then he yanks down his boxer briefs and steps out of them. He’s naked, hard, and absolutely stunning. And mine. He’s all mine. He walks right up to me, so close our chests are touching, setting off little pulses of heat down my spine. He slips his fingers under the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “Will you do it? Make me yours.”
“Not if you keep talking like that.” I kiss him hard and fast. “Because you’re going to make me come before I get the chance.”
He grins and pulls my bottoms down in a quick yank. The next several minutes are a blur of foreplay. Sucking and grinding and prepping. He gets so irritated when I rim him that I do it much longer than I intended. And same with the fingering. Although his annoyed ‘Just fuck me already’ requests get a little garbled when I hook my fingers and push against his magic spot.
But the truth is, I’m aching for this as much as he is. Maybe more. Because I know what it feels like. And I want to be the one to make him feel that divine pleasure more than I want anything else in the world. I roll the condom on, shaking with anticipation and trying and figure out the best way to do this on the small, tiled space. There are neighbors, although the chances of someone spotting us up here, this late, is slim. I decide propping him up against the railing and taking him from behind isn’t in the cards. So I grab all our discarded clothes and lie them out like a blanket.
“Tell me what to do,” he whispers, and now his confidence is wavering. I get it. I felt it when I let him fuck me for the first time too. He wants it, but he needs me to guide him.
“All fours.”
Abbott does what he’s told. He tilts his ass up without me even having to ask. I smile and kiss the small of his back, tracing a finger down his crack. “I have fantasized about this so many times.”
“Me too,” he replies in a husky tone.
I grab my cock and line it up. I hold his left hip with my other hand. “I’ll go slow and easy. It’s uncomfortable at first.”
“I don’t want easy or slow,” Abbott tells me, tilting his head so he can look at me over his shoulder. “We’re not easy and we’ve been slow for far too long. Fuck me with every ounce of those fantasies, Deck. Please.”
And then he drops his head onto his hands on the floor of the roof and I push, steady but controlled, right through that blindingly tight first ring of muscle and I don’t stop until my hips smack his ass cheeks. Abbott lets out a hiss of expletives. “I feel… it’s… intense.”
“It’s going to get really good in a minute, I promise.” I slide a palm over the small of his back and dig my fingers gently into his hip and start to move.
My eyes snap shut and my heart starts immediately galloping like a wild pony as I fuck the love of my life. Everything about this moment is new for both of us, yet we fall into a rhythm, an erotic dance that feels like we’ve known the choreography for decades. He pushes back at all the right moments, I swivel and pull all the right ways. He’s jerking himself off with one hand, his strokes as frantic and wild as my thrusts.
We’re both grunting and panting and murmuring dirty things that make the impending orgasm cerebral as much as physical. And when the first creamy ropes of his come glint in the moonlight, I allow myself to tumble into the abyss right after him.
Moments later, with numb limbs and heavy breaths, we untangle ourselves. But Abbott doesn’t let me get up, he pulls me down to lie beside him on the roof. After he gingerly pulls the condom off me, he tosses it aside and kisses me softly. We’re shoulder to shoulder on our backs. As we watch the stars twinkling above, his hand slides over to cover mine. My mind catapults back to that very first kiss so many eons ago.
“For the record,” Abbott says, and I can hear a smile in his voice. “You can fuck.”
I smile and my heart does a backflip in my chest. He’s remembering that night too. “So can you. And this time… I think we should tell everyone about it.”
“I think you’re right,” Abbott says and his body starts shaking with laughter as mine does too.
This is happiness. Abbott and I being fools because we’re foolishly in love. This is all I ever wanted. I lean over and kiss him again.
26
DECLAN
I am sodamn antsy as I drum my fingers on the steering wheel of Abbott’s Range Rover. But I smile as I feel the soft leather under my fingers. This car is heaven. I’ve always wanted to drive Abbott’s car since the day he rolled into town in it last summer. He’s always had good cars, his whole life, because the Barlowes were rich. I’ve only had moderately okay cars. This baby has heatedandair-conditioned seats, buttery leather everything, and every technological gadget on the planet. And it’s also a hybrid. When he tossed me the keys this morning my jaw dropped. He just winked at me. “Take Lucy to church in style.”
Aspen grinned, like she’s been doing every day since we returned from the bachelor party and I moved back in. She was so damn proud of herself for helping get us back together. I was so damn grateful. Now, as the doors to the simple, white clapboard building open and people start to flow onto the grass and into the parking lot, I jump out of the car and smooth the front of my pants. I see Ma, standing next to Gael, talking to a woman who is tall and lithe, with the same kind dark eyes as Gael. She’s smiling. It’s a big, bold, beautiful sight.
Gael notices me and waves me over. I reluctantly walk toward the group. “Declan, this is my sister Adrianna. She’s an associate pastor here. She gave the service today.”
I smile and shake her hand. I’m all for Ma being involved in a church but I’m still not interested for myself. Adrianna doesn’t pressure me or anything. We make small talk about the restaurant and Maine and a few minutes later, after I say good-bye to her and Gael, I’m walking away with Ma and a really good vibe myself. And Ma gushes the whole short drive back to Ocean Pines. She loves Adrianna, she loves the people she met before and after the service. And she loves Gael.
“Declan, that friend of yours is such a doll,” she gushes. “And he’s going to be a lawyer. Did you see how lovely he looked in his dress pants this morning? And oh my lord, he was playing with his nieces and nephews before the service. I swear it was the cutest.”
“He is a nice guy,” I reply cautiously. “But don’t go playing matchmaker.”
“No. No. Of course not,” Ma reaches over and pats my hand on the gear shift. “I know you’re happy with Abbott and I wouldn’t want to mess with that.”
I’m in the process of rolling to a stop at a stop sign, so I put too much pressure on the brake and the car jerks. I spin to look at her and she’s just smiling serenely at me. I blink. Her smile gets bigger. “Who told you?”
