“Baby, it’s not the same thing,” I whisper, but I pull the plug out anyway. He sags against me. “That’s a whole different ball game.”
“I was on the verge of coming that entire time. I bet your cock feels even better,” he says, and his fingers trail through the sweaty hair on my chest. “I bet it makes me come instantly, and I need to come, Grady. Please.”
“I can make you come,” I promise, but I know he’s not going to let this go, so I clumsily reach for the lube beside us in the tangle of bedsheets and coat my fingers. “You come pretty damn good inside me. You bored with that already?’
“I’ll never get bored with that.” He lifts off my lap, on his knees, allowing my hand enough room to slip between his cheeks. “Are you sure…?”
He nods and pants. “I wanna jerk off with you inside me. I need to.”
Holy shit. My dick trembles in anticipation. I prefer bottoming normally, but something about Landon has always made me want to try this. To have him ride me and see him shudder with the feel of a cock inside him for the first time. My cock.
I reach for the condom.
The next several minutes are filled with kissing and touching and licking and sucking until I have my cock sheathed and lubed, and then I grab his hips and slip between his round, well-muscled cheeks. I feel my tip press into that first ring of muscle. Landon’s eyes are hooded, and his pupils are big and dark. “Fuuuuck.”
“Landon, you can stop. I won’t mind. If you—” He cuts me off with a deep, needy kiss. I squeeze my thighs and press my fingertips into his hips, and he slides down and down and down until there is nowhere left to go. “Oh fuck… this is… you’re everything.”
“I’m nothing….” I pant as he starts to move a little, adjusting to me and testing his own limits. “I’m nothing without you.”
He kisses me again, and I start to move my hips. He moves up and down on shaking legs, and I cup his ass with one hand and his cock with the other. “I can’t last.”
“Me either,” Landon gasps. “Harder. Please. Harder.”
I grip him harder and move faster, and I feel his ass spasm, and I explode inside him, crying out as I do. He comes between us so hard it hits my beard.
When we’re coming back down to earth, he wipes at the beads in my beard with his hand, which I grab and bring to my lips. I lick them clean while he watches, mesmerized. After we shower, we crawl back into bed. He picks up his phone and smiles as he types a message. He looks at me. “I just texted my parents that I’m spending the night at my boyfriend’s and I’ll see them in the morning.”
He grins excitedly. I laugh and run a hand through his hair, brushing it off his forehead. His phone pings almost instantly, and his smile falters as he reaches for it. He thinks he’ll get a positive reaction, but he doesn’t know, and he’s nervous. I cover his hand with my own. “Hey,” I say softly, and his eyes find mine. “Whatever they say. I got you.”
“You’ve always had me,” he replies. “Since the moment we first stepped onto the ice together.”
I nod. “And I always will.”
His phone pings again. He turns it over, and the screen has two messages. We read them together.
MOM: Okay honey. Love you.
DAD: Bring Grady over for breakfast tomorrow. I’ll get cinnamon rolls.
Landon laughs. “I knew my dad knew. He gave me some weird speech the morning I came home from your place, and they were there. He’d been out getting cinnamon buns, and I think he saw my walk of shame.”
He puts his phone on the nightstand and turns back to me. His light eyes are curious and cautious. “Are you okay? You never wanted to do this.”
“I always wanted to do this,” I correct him. “I just never thought it was worth it.”
Landon grins. “And now?”
“Well, I love you and you love me, so, yeah. Worth it.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Landon says, but he’s grinning, and it’s fucking beautiful.
“Why not? I’ve put just about everything else in your mouth,” I snark and wink.
“That fucking wink.” He throws himself on top of me. “I love it almost as much as I love you.”
His lips land on mine, roughly. And for the first time in my life, I stop losing myself in a kiss and I find myself in it instead.
Epilogue
