Page 37 of No Going Back

He nods frantically against my palm, eyes rolling back as I set a rhythm, punishing thrusts that hit that spot inside him every time. His hole flutters around me, gripping like a fist, slick and greedy. I can feel him trembling, thighs shaking, back arching, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.

I slide my hand from his mouth to his throat, thumb stroking the pulse point there. “Taking me so well. So fucking deep. You love it, don’t you? Love being full of me.”

He nods, moaning brokenly. “Yes, oh fuck, Cole… don’t stop!”

I angle my hips just right, grinding against that spot on every thrust, until he’s babbling nonsense, begging, pushing back to meet me. Sweat slicks our skin, the bed creaking under us, the wet sounds of me fucking into him obscene and perfect.

I reach around, wrap my hand around his cock, stroke him in time with my thrusts, thumb swiping over the head. He’s dripping, hot in my fist.

“Gonna come for me?” I rasp against his ear. “Gonna come all over my hand while I fill you up?”

He nods, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open on silent cries. “Please… please, Cole!”

I speed up, harder, deeper, chasing my own edge now. The pressure builds fast, tight, hot coil in my gut. I feel him start to tense, hole fluttering wildly, cock pulsing in my hand.

“Come on, baby,” I growl. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”

He shatters, mouth open in a silent scream as he spills hot over my fist, clenching so tight around me it drags me over the edge with him. I bury myself deep, growling low against his neck, and come hard, pulsing inside him, filling him up just like I promised.

We stay like that… panting, shaking, locked together, for long minutes. I don’t pull out yet. Just hold him close, lips brushing his shoulder, breathing him in.

“Fuck,” I whisper finally, voice hoarse. “You okay?”

He nods, blissed-out, turning his head to kiss me soft and lazy. “Better than okay,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Way better.”

I smile, content, and kiss him again, slow and deep.

I pull out slowly, groaning low at the drag, then roll on top of him, pinning him gently under me. He’s flushed, lips swollen and eyes glassy, and I can’t help it… I start kissing his face everywhere. Stupid little pecks across his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, the corner of his mouth, his eyelids. Smiling like an idiot the whole time, unable to stop.

Remy laughs, breathless, trying to squirm away. “Stop, Cole… fuck… stop it!”

I pull back just enough to grin down at him, then drop one last kiss on his nose. “Let’s go chill.”

He yawns, jaw-cracking, and stretches under me, arms over his head. “Yes please.”

I stand up, grab my robe from the hook on the door, nothing but boxers underneath, and tie it loose around my waist. I walk out of the room, leaving him to take his time, and head straight to the living room. Grab a can of Coke from the fridge, crack it open, take a long sip, and drop onto the couch.

I want something calm, something that doesn’t demand too much brain power… Minecraft. Dorky as hell, maybe, but perfect for right now, quiet building, no stakes, just existing in a blocky world with no drama. I load it up on the TV, start a new world, lean back into the cushions, and let the familiar music wash over me.

Remy comes out a few minutes later, a cheeky grin on his face, wearing one of my baggy hoodies that hits mid-thigh on him, boxers peeking out underneath. He looks ridiculous. He looks perfect.

I groan dramatically. “Sit your sexy ass down.”

He blushes hard, instantly, and drops onto the couch beside me. “Christ.”

I grin wider.

He frowns. “Where’s my controller?”

“In the stand,” I say, nodding toward the shelf.

He gasps, mock-offended. “What, you couldn’t be bothered to pick mine up? Rude.”

I shake my head, laughing. “You’re an idiot.”

He grabs his controller, slouches down next to me, shoulder pressed to mine, legs tangled, and sighs happily. “Feels like so long since we’ve played this.”

It does, feels like forever since we were just… us. No tension, no secrets, just two idiots building stupid houses and dying to creepers.