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It wasn’t easy fumbling the lube open while his hand was on me, but I managed to slick up my fingers and reach between his legs, shoving one of his thighs wide so I could reach his hole. “Let go, or I’m going to come.”
Reagan released his hold on me before grabbing his knee and pulling it back, opening himself up to me. “Wanted this for so long.”
The words were so low I wasn’t sure he’d meant for me to hear them, but they wound around my chest and pulled tight. Did he mean he’d wanted me since New Year’s? Or, like me, had he felt this long before then?
“Those fucking eyes of yours,” I muttered, remembering the way they’d tracked over me last summer, bright Caribbean blue in the sunshine. “They kill me.” It was too dark now to see them properly, but the vivid color was seared into my brain.
I leaned in to bite his lip and swallow his gasp. “Tell me what you want,” I growled to distract myself from the tight stretch of his channel around my fingers. Even imagining myself inside him made my heart thunder and blood roar in my ears.
His glassy eyes met mine. “To be close to you.”
My stomach lurched. I lunged forward again and slammed my lips on his, taking complete possession of his mouth while I continued to fuck him with my fingers. The noises he made fueled the need in my gut, and within seconds, I was slicking up my cock to press against his hole.
“Legs back,” I grunted. He grabbed his knees and held them wide. “Good. Stay still. Just like that. Breathe.”
As I entered Reagan’s body, I wondered if I’d ever felt this combination of fear, excitement, anticipation, and homecoming. This young man was brave and brazen, snarky and opinionated beneath his manners and charm, transparent as cut glass to me. I saw his vulnerabilities and wanted to give him the safe haven and purpose he seemed to need so badly.
“Nghh.” Reagan’s eyes slid closed, and his mouth opened as his body stretched around me. He was hot and tight. My head spun with the effort not to slam into him and take what I wanted as fast and hard as I could. I knew he was bisexual, but I didn’t know how much experience he had with men. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. “More,” he urged in a lazy slur. “God, please.”
I pulled back and pressed forward again, repeating the process until I was as deep inside him as possible. I leaned down to kiss him. “Okay?”
“Mmm.”
“You feel so fucking good. I’ve wanted you like this. Imagined being inside you, fucking you, touching you. Kissing you.”
“Thatcher.”
I continued to thrust in and out of him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit across from you each day and pretend I don’t want to tear your fucking clothes off and make you mine all over this damned bus? Do you?”
His eyes opened wide, the whites visible in the darkness. “Yeah?”
I wasn’t quite sure if it was agreement or a question, but I nodded and nipped his jaw and throat. “You’re so fucking sexy. I want you every minute of every fucking day. Can’t fucking keep my hands off you one minute more.”
His lips turned up, and his hands reached for the back of my head, drawing my face back up to kiss him on the mouth again. “Tell me,” he begged against my lips.
I hesitated. Reagan’s fingers tightened in my hair. “I…”
“Don’t you dare say you shouldn’t,” he said fiercely. “Don’t you dare tell me you’ll regret this tomorrow.”
“No. Never.”
He let out a cry as I pounded into him harder. His head went back, and I took the opportunity to suck on his Adam’s apple while reaching down to stroke his cock. I was close, so close, and I needed him to come before I lost control.
Reagan’s words came out between gasping breaths. “Tell me this won’t be the last time. I can’t… I don’t…”
“Not the last. I can’t stay away from you anymore.” Even if I knew better, even if it was the wrong thing to do, I knew there was no way this could possibly be the last time I’d feel this way with Reagan Wellbridge.
He exhaled before sucking in another breath. “Fuck. Gonna come.”
The words choked out in his broken breath were all it took to trigger my own release. Hot fluid hit my hand as white stars exploded in my head. I released deep inside of him while the sounds of his own cries filled the space around us.
After a few moments, I reluctantly pulled out of him and moved my weight over to lie beside him, keeping a hand on his heaving chest to feel the rapid thump of his heart. Reagan covered my hand with his to hold it there.
“I’m staying here tonight,” he said softly but defiantly.
“Yes.”
“And I’m staying here tomorrow night, too.”
