Page 125 of The Tryout

Maybe you could borrow from Jamie and Ethan.

He sits up, holding me in his lap.

“Are you sure?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

AVERY

Finn nods, looking me in the eye.

“Finn, I…I need to tell you something.”

The look of dismay on his face tells me I’ve said something wrong.

“Oh. Have you…I know we said we weren’t doing this with anyone else, but I know it’s been a long time.”

Oh shit. He thinks I’m trying to tell him I’ve been hooking up while he’s been here, that we really should use a condom. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

“No, I actually…I wanted to clarify that. Just so you have the full picture. I haven’t been with anyone else since October.”

“...October?”

I can feel my face going red. I nod. A look of confusion remains on his face.

“But I…at Thanksgiving, you still had Grindr on your phone. I thought…”

He trails off, but it’s clear what he thought. I shake my head.

“I had a hard time admitting it to myself at first. Even scrolled through a few times. But I just…I didn’t want anyone but you.”

His eyes meet mine, going wide.

“So we’ve been exclusive the whole time?”

I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding.

“You too? I wasn’t…sure.”

The look he gives me tells me I’m being an idiot. Without saying a word, he heads to the bathroom, returning with a small bottle of lube. Stripping off his t-shirt, he lays next to me on the bed.

“So, boyfriend, how do you want this?”

It’s ridiculous, but hearing the word on his lips drives me wild.

“Like the first time? I want to see you.”

He smiles, dragging my underwear down my legs.

This time, the prep is up to him, since I only had enough time before the game to clean out. He manages it like a pro, his mouth teasing my dick as his fingers do the work. When a third finger enters me, the stretch is intense, but his mouth heads toward my dick, distracting me. Before I know it, his fingers are sliding freely. On one pass, they glance over my prostate and I can’t help but thrust into his mouth a bit. He pulls off, a small smile on his face.

“Is that it?”

I nod and he pushes back inside, this time rubbing it more intentionally.

“Fuck, baby. Please…”

I trail off, not sure what I’m asking him for. He seems to understand, though, as he pushes down his own shorts and lubes himself. Grabbing a pillow, he pushes it beneath my hips, putting me in just the right spot to take him.