Why yes, my sexy friend, you can help, I think as I smile at him. He takes the lube from my hand, pours way more than he needs on his hand—rookie mistake—and moves his hand behind me. His fingers slip between my cheeks, and I tingle with need in expectation. “Just go slow… easy.”
I use my hand already there to guide his. He circles my hole, smearing lube all over it, and then his fingertip presses, and my body makes room for him. Landon has a glassy look in his hooded eyes. I press my forehead into his shoulder and guide him in a raspy whisper. “Deeper. Pull back. Add another finger. Oh god… yeah… I… move your fingertip to… oh fuuuuuck. Yes. There. Oh God.”
He’s fucking me with two fingers, and he’s managed to find my prostate, and I’m quivering now, on the verge of panting and desperately in need of more. “Landon… Are you sure because?—”
“I wanna fuck you,” he says, cutting me off. “Let me fuck you, baby.
I am not one for nicknames, saying them or being called one, but damn if that term of endearment doesn’t seep through the defenses I’ve built around my heart every time Landon murmurs it. It causes a drop of panic to course down my spine, so I grab his hair in my hand, yank his head back, and nip the column of his neck before growling, “Get the condom.”
He picks it up, and I grab a pillow and toss it into the center of the bed, and then lie on top of it so it’s at the center of my lower back, lifting my hips. I watch Landon roll a condom over his dick, and then I hand him the lube. “Add this”
When he’s done, I lift a leg and use it to wrap around his back and pull him down on top of me. I kiss him with all the excitement and anticipation roaring through me. He breaks away, panting. I bend both knees on either side of him. “This way works best with our height difference. Or me on top, but I want you to be in control.”
He gives me a little quick nod, and I know that nerves are like a live wire in his body. It was like that the first time for me too. I reach down and caress his sheathed cock, rubbing the condom-friendly lube up and down his shaft. He shudders and starts to lean down, arms on either side of my shoulders. His hips bump the insides of my thighs, and my hand guides his cock to my entrance. I tilt my hips, inviting him. He moves.
It’s a familiar burn, and I bite down on my lip until my body relaxes, enjoying the stretch. My eyes flutter open, and I catch him, eyes wide, watching his cock disappear inch by inch. He’s biting his lip, and when he’s inside me all the way, he lets out the sexiest little ragged sigh. His head lifts, and he stares at me as I stare back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. You?” I counter. He nods. “Then fuck me until I come all over both of us.”
I squeeze him inside me, and his eyes flare before growing dark with lust, and his hips start to move. Landon moves slowly and steadily, his brow knitted, and his eyes glassy. I let him lead, but I hold his ass in my hands and squeeze to let him know it feels good. So fucking good.
When he hits that spot, inadvertently, I moan and fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head. “There? Like that?”
“Right there. Just like that,” I reply, and he repeats the motion, and I groan again. “Fuck, Landon, you’re a natural.”
“It’s… like nothing I’ve ever felt. You’re… this is…” I want him to finish that sentence, but I probably wouldn’t hear it even if he did. Blood is roaring in my ears with the rapid beat of my heart, and my dick is so hard it aches. It jerks on my stomach as if protesting its lack of attention. I move one of my hands to fist myself.
It takes no time at all. A few quick, rough pumps by my hand in time with Landon’s cock moving in and out of my hole, and my entire body gets stiff. I come so hard, I swear I have to fight to stay conscious. I feel Landon stiffen and slide halfway out and all the way back in with a sound—it may be words, but it’s too garbled to tell what they are. He collapses on top of me, his hips jerking and pushing, and I wrap my legs around his back, holding him close. I want all of him touching all of me. I want to feel this with him.
Landon’s head is curled into my neck. I turn my own so we’re panting into the same space, and he tips his chin and brushes our lips together, both of us too spent to form a proper kiss. It’s perfect anyway. All of this is perfect. He’s perfect.
I don’t know how much longer I can ignore what a colossal problem that is.
Chapter 28
Landon
Look at me walking around Fremont Street, with Grady and his cousin Theo, like this is just a regular Friday night. Like, I didn’t just have the most intense, sexy, satisfying fuck of my life with someone of the same sex for the first time. I’m in some other orbit, mentally, which makes me feel physically disconnected from the noise and the crowd. I occasionally lock eyes with Grady, his expression always softening, usually with a smile and a wink.
But that was normal, Grady. Relaxed, easy-going, unbothered. I was none of those things, ever. And tonight, after that life-changing experience, I was most definitely not. I felt like I had this billboard flashing above my head as we spent the night moving from a restaurant to a bar to another bar. The billboard was brighter than the sun, screaming I fucked a guy. But no one else seemed to see it. The waitress at the restaurant looked at me and noticed nothing. Theo cracked jokes and ordered rounds, never catching on. Same with the bartender at the bar. No one noticed I was different.
I am. This is life-changing. I’m not being dramatic. I’m excited for the new person I had become in those hot, sweaty, dreamy moments on that hotel bed. There wasn’t a regretful thought, not even a fleeting one. I’m glad we did that, and I wanted to do it again. And again.
“But it’s never on purpose. I swear someone is coating the fucking thing in Vaseline,” Theo is saying.
Grady is shaking his head. He’s on his third mocktail of the night. I’ve had two alcohol-free beers and now I’m on a cranberry soda. Theo is taking the first sip of his fourth beer, and that doesn’t include the bottle of wine he insisted on ordering at dinner. He poured us all glasses. Grady only drank half of his. I didn’t even have a sip. Theo finished the bottle himself.
“Dude, this is your sixth iPhone in two years,” Grady chuckles. “Maybe try not partying so hard.”
“Nah. It’s just bad luck,” Theo says. “I don’t party at all. I mean not more than anyone else.” Theo looks over at me. “Good to see you back on the ice.”
“Thanks.”
“Although I did curse your name when you won the Cup,” he admits with a grin, and I laugh. He points the neck of his beer bottle at Grady. “Cursed this fucker too. I know. I know. Negative. But fuck it. I can’t be the last Garrison with his name on the Cup.”
“Maybe you’ll be the only Garrison not to get his name on the Cup ever,” Grady says with a grin that proves he’s teasing. “That’s one way to stand out from the rest of us.”
