His words had the desired effect, and he gripped Evan’s biceps as his movements became more forceful and possessive.
“You want it hard?” Evan practically growled.
He shifted angles to hit that spot inside CJ that sent him flying, then Evan drove into him with a force that stole CJ’s breath. Each thrust felt like Evan was claiming him, and CJ met him move for move, lifting his hips to take him deeper, their bodies moving together in a frantic, desperate cadence.
“That’s it,” Evan said through gritted teeth. He braced his hands on either side of CJ’s head, arms caging him in. “You better hold on.”
CJ could only moan in response as Evan snapped his hips forward, hitting that bundle of nerves inside him every time with incredible accuracy, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. This wasn’t about them reconnecting anymore. This was Evan trying to erase seven years of absence with every thrust, making it impossible for anyone else’s touch to ever register again. CJ was a willing participant in their mutual destruction, and he arched into every drive of Evan’s hips.
“Harder,” he gasped. “Stop holding back.”
A dark chuckle was his only warning before Evan hooked CJ’s legs over his shoulders and drove into him with a new, deeper angle that made CJ’s vision black out at the edges. With one shaky hand, he fisted his own cock, stroking in time with Evan’s thrusts, chasing a release that felt imminent but wouldn’t come until Evan allowed it.
“Look at me,” Evan commanded, his voice hoarse.
He waited for CJ to open his eyes and meet his gaze before he continued. A smirk played at his lips, and he shifted his weight in a slow, deliberate withdrawal that made CJ’s hips rise in silent protest.
“You always were too good at giving orders.” Evan panted from the strain of holding back. “But you forgot who’s in charge now.”
He gave CJ a wicked grin, and his next thrust was a sharp, deep, punishing statement that forced a choked exhalation fromCJ’s throat. Any question CJ may have had about whether Evan was just looking for a quick fuck vanished. Evan varied the rhythm and angle of every thrust until CJ didn’t know whether to expect a slow, grinding pressure or a quick, jarring impact. Evan took him to the edge over and over until he was begging for release.
“Seven years I’ve thought about this.” Evan leaned down to speak, his breath hot against CJ’s ear as his words sent a low vibration right through CJ’s bones. “Thought about every single way I’d have you again.”
The words were a promise and a threat, and Evan’s hips snapped forward in a sharp, deliberate thrust that nailed CJ’s prostate, making him cry out. Evan thrust again and again, finally settling into a relentless rhythm designed to overwhelm CJ with sensation. CJ hadn’t been this lost in pleasure in years, and it was so intense that it bordered on pain. But he was so close, and he couldn’t fight the need coiling in his groin.
“Evan,” CJ cried, his name a broken plea. “Please…I can’t…I need…”
Evan reached between them and closed his fist around CJ’s straining erection, stroking him in perfect, infuriating time with his thrusts. “Let go,” he ordered. “Come for me, CJ. Let me see you.”
With a final, powerful thrust, CJ shattered, crying out Evan’s name as he spilled over Evan’s fist and onto his own stomach in hot, pulsing waves. Evan followed him over the edge a moment later, and his release flooded the condom as he buried himself deep inside CJ in a final, possessive claim.
18
EVAN
Evan wokeup slowly to the feel of breath ghosting across the nape of his neck, warmth at his back, and a steady weight draped over his hip. For a moment, he didn’t move, trying to grab a few more minutes in that hazy space where sleep still held on and waking up wasn’t inevitable. He was cozy and relaxed, and that felt too easy, so his brain reached for the safe explanation: he was clearly dreaming.
He’d been having dreams like this a lot since CJ had dropped back into his world. His mind was insistent on dragging CJ back into his life in pieces that felt real enough to trip over until they dissolved into nothing. This was just another one of those times. Except…it didn’t feel like the other dreams. Dreams always faded, even when he tried to hold on to them, and this felt more real the closer he got to being awake. The warmth at his back was solid and the breath against his neck caused goosebumps as memories of the night before returned in flashes of slick skin and the sound of CJ gasping his name.
When Evan shifted, the weight at his hip tightened and pulled him closer, and he turned his head to glance over his shoulder. CJ was still asleep with his face turned slightly intothe pillow and his lips parted, and Evan took a moment to watch the steady rise and fall of CJ’s back. The urge to trace the line of CJ’s shoulder had his fingers twitching, and he curled them into a fist to stop himself. He sat up instead, and his body ached in a satisfying reminder that the night before had been real.
Beside him, CJ shifted, and a small sound escaped his lips before his brow furrowed and his eyes blinked open. For a second, his gaze was unfocused before it landed on Evan and a few things happened at once: recognition, followed by a flicker of something that looked like vulnerability, which he quickly hid behind a carefully neutral mask.
“Hey.” CJ’s voice was raspy from sleep.
“Hey.”
Neither of them looked away, then CJ rolled onto his side to face Evan fully. The sheet across his hips settled dangerously low. Evan’s gaze dipped and landed on the sharp line of CJ’s hip bone in a half-second glance that no one else would have noticed. So, of course, CJ caught it, and his mouth twitched with a barely suppressed smile playing at the corners.
“You okay?”
Evan was pretty sure CJ’s question wasn’t about his physical well-being. Evan pushed himself up to sit back against the headboard and scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Yeah,” he said finally. “You?”
“Yeah.”
The pressure to fill the silence grew, and Evan cleared his throat. “I should probably?—”
