I can see how much he wants me. I can feel it on my skin.
He finds a rhythm, pushing up against my spot and then thrusting deep before he pulls back again. I match it with my hips, grinding down and surging across the same waves.
“I’m ready,” I gasp. “I’m going to come!”
Everything becomes bright white as Joey groans my name, then thrusts against my spot, over and over. He’s drumming on the core of my pleasure, and the fire builds, and I smash into my climax. The orgasm starts from deep inside me and erupts through my cock. I spray thick jets of cum across my chest while Joey plows into me and roars with his own orgasm, his voice loud and clear.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp as he collapses against me, both of us fallen to the bed. “Joey, fuck!” Our bodies are sticky and sweaty, and the friction of his hairy chest sparks aftershocks, the orgasm still twitching through me as the world spins.
Joey groans and arches his back, then slowly slides out of me, leaving an empty ache behind. “Beautiful,” he tells me, then places his palm against my cheek before turning away. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
“Where are you going?” I ask and somehow manage to stop myself from grabbing his hand, begging him to stay.
“To get some towels,” his answers, “and some water for you.”
I move like I’m going to stand, although my muscles are so weak, it feels impossible. “I can—”
“No.” He cuts me off, then surprises me with another kiss. “Stay right here, beautiful. You don’t need to do a thing.”
I look up at Joey. He’s the same man, still practically a mystery to me, but all of these little gestures are adding up. They make me feel like I know him, or at least one side of him, a side that’s caring and thoughtful and kind.
“Thank you,” I manage. The moment he leaves the room, exhaustion catches up, and I fall back to the bed and melt into sleep.
CHAPTERTEN
MILO
When my eyespop open the next morning, Joey’s sleeping face is only inches from mine.
Holy shit. That wasn’t a dream. We really had sex last night.
His breath lands on my lips, and beneath a big blue blanket, our toes are touching. I’m suddenly aware that I’m in my underwear and painfully stiff, and a moment later, Joey grunts and stirs.
We didn’t just have sex last night, I remember. We fucked, and it was really, really hot.
Joey yawns, and his eyes slowly open. He stares for a second, I think processing the fact that I’m there, then takes a deep, slow breath.
“Morning,” he says and pulls himself up a little, revealing his bare chest. There’s a pattern tattooed across the top, where the curly, dark hair starts to grow, and as I look, I realize it’s actually a stylized illustration of rolling storm clouds in dark blues, purples, and blacks, with flashes of lightning between.
I pull my eyes to meet his. “Morning.” I look around for my pants, wondering if there’s a non-embarrassing way to dress myself beneath the blanket. Joey doesn’t exactly seem the breakfast in bed type, after all, so it’s not like I’m going to stick around. “I’m sure the roads are clear,” I say quickly. “I’ll get out of here.”
He sits up the rest of the way, and his hand lands on my shoulder, calming me. “We need coffee,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
His voice is firm, and I take it to mean I’m not supposed to leave. Joey stands, and I get a full view of him in his gray boxers, tight enough that I can see the outline of his thick cock, and short enough to show off his muscular thighs.
“Thanks,” I manage to call out as he walks away.
First, I sit in kind of stunned silence. Joey is getting me coffee in bed. As in his bed, where I slept last night after we had sex.
Then I bounce around a little, grinning to myself and dancing my feet under the blanket. The bed is warm, Joey’s heat still trapped there with me, and I can smell him on the pillowcase and in the blankets.
After some solid time huffing his pillow and grinning to myself and looking down at my new tattoo, though, it finally hits me.
It’s Monday, and I have to get to class.
I jump out of bed, then throw my wrinkled clothes from yesterday back on. Joey’s bathroom is right there, and I spend a minute awkwardly and painfully trying to pee despite the raging erection that is not going away.
As soon as I realize I can still feel Joey in my hole, like an ache, all hope is lost. I’m probably going to be hard all day now.
