Page 61 of These Secret Years

With one slow push, he’s fully inside me, his hips planted firmly against my ass.

Chapter Thirteen

SULLIVAN

Ican’t remember a time where my thoughts were so all over the place it was impossible to focus on a single one.

There’s the immediate—oh shit he’s so tight, goddamn this feels like nothing else.

There’s please don’t touch me, but also why won’t I let him touch me?

There’s I hope Chelsea never finds out about this, but also why don’t I care if she does?

There’s the sounds Knight’s making, muffled too much, and I want to demand he be louder and make more of them. There are the words he’s not saying and all the things I’m not saying.

And finally, there’s the imperative to move.

When I fuck Chelsea, I move fast and quick and hard. She’s athletic and enthusiastic, cracking a hand across my ass like I’m a horse she wants to pick up the pace, arranging us to make sure I’m rubbing her clit and hitting her g-spot just right.

But something about watching my cock getting slowly swallowed by Knight’s bright red, over-stretched hole is hypnotizing. He has the most perfect ass I can imagine. I’m actually jealous of how good his ass is. It’s no secret he comes from a line of elite athletes—he’s a goddamn legacy—and it shows in every tight muscle, every sharply defined curve of his fit, healthy body and his ability to push himself to take my cock, which is in no way small.

There’s this one intrusive thought I struggle with as I slide minutely back and forth, watching his hole suck and swallow me, and that’s the way a similar act of penetration looks with Adrian.

More than once—and especially this summer—my stomach turned when he forced me to watch him wrap his mouth around me. Where, in the moments I could no longer meet his eyes, I watched his thin, pale lips stretch around my cock. It too often made my stomach turn. It made him look disgusting and pathetic and perverse, and it made me feel like I was all those things too.

On that thought, I shove in deeper, eliciting a low noise from Knight effective enough to knock the unwanted images away because the sight of myself in him is as powerful as it is hot. Filthy in a way that makes me even harder, makes my balls even fuller and warmer against my core. The condom does nothing to disguise how hot he is inside. Feverishly hot. My hands move in circles over his hips, rocking him slightly to help him fuck me back.

I’m dangerously close to coming after only a few minutes. It makes sense. I’ve been horny for him since I got here. Blew him, ate his food, and that goddamn kiss against the wall was crazy good. I’m a huge fan of kissing this star quarterback and playing with all the ways he’s so fucking repressed. He’s a greedy kisser, and he’s also very easily overwhelmed, and the combination of that is erotic as fuck to me. Everything about him is a fucking turn-on, and it’s as annoying as it is satisfying because I wound up here—now—my cock tunneling into his ass with ruthless care and an unrelenting but even pace.

He wriggles, moving to hold himself up on his hands, his head dropped between his shoulders, breath heavy and loud, short grunts bursting from deep in his gut whenever my hips connect with his ass.

It’s not that I don’t want him to touch me or like I can’t handle it or something. It’s more that I’m not sure what I’ll do if he does. I’m worried more than anything that it’ll break my already tenuous focus.

“You good?” I ask as I withdraw to give him another slow, straightforward thrust.

“Good,” he huffs. “It’s good.”

Good, I think. Good. It’s a normal thing to say, I guess. It answers the question I asked directly. But do I want this to be good for him? It’s a first for both of us, granted. I’ve never fucked a guy, and I don’t think he’s ever fucked, period. And it is good for me. But good doesn’t seem good enough. Moving my dick in and out of his hole will get me off, sure—he’s tight, he’s hot, he feels amazing, and he looks even better bent over and taking me, but…

It’s not good enough.

I bend forward, placing my arms and hands outside his and pressing my mouth to the side of his neck. His head turns as I cover his back, and it’s enough to take his mouth with mine. We share a series of sloppy, sucking lip kisses. Grunts from him and groans from me erupt with this intensification of our contact. My cock is now settled deep inside him, and my hips roll to keep myself there.

Fuck me, that feels better.

“Mmm…fuck…” he moans between kisses.

“Better?”

“Fuck yes. Shit. So deep.”

“Such a champ. Taking me like this.”

“Mmhm…” he murmurs, his mouth still vaguely moving against mine.

“Feels so fucking good,” I assure him.

“Yeah?”