Page 72 of The Golden Receiver

While I got ready, he did too. He changed his position, pulling himself up onto all fours. “Really?” I teased as I grabbed one of the round globes of his ass. “Doggie style?”

He laughed. “Can’t help if it feels good.”

Our laughter combined, and honestly, it made the whole thing even hotter. It was hot to be doing this with someone who knew me so well, someone who could tease smiles and laughter out of me. I knew it wasn’t always an easy task, but Evander somehow made it seem effortless.

Because he knew me.

I lined my cock up with his hole.

He knew me, and he’d chosen me. He’d claimed me, publicly in front of our teammates and privately in his room. He’d claimed me time and time again.

I started to push past the tight ring of muscle.

Evander had looked at every person on this campus, and he’d somehow chosen me. He’d pushed past all my barriers, all my walls, and he’d snuck his way into my heart.

I pushed in further.

Just like he had. He’d made himself a home in my heart.

When I bottomed out, I wanted to make myself a home right there too. I stayed still, giving him time to adjust. Then a moment longer, because damn did it feel good to be buried balls deep into him. It was hot, seeing the way his hole stretched around my cock.

Evander moved first.

Just like he had at every moment of our relationship.

He pulled himself away and then slammed himself back, taking me deep.

I cried out in pleasure, and then I took over. Our bodies moved together. Every movement sent pleasure jolting through my body. It was overwhelmingly good, and I couldn’t stay quiet. I almost felt bad for Evander’s roommates, having to hear us go at it.

Almost.

How could I feel bad for them when I was so focused on the way Evander’s body felt? I leaned over him, wrapping one arm around his chest and bracing the other on the bed as I drove into him. My lips found the back of his neck, his shoulder, anywhere I could. I kissed and bit and sucked at his skin as I fucked into him. Evander whined and moaned and strained his neck trying to turn around to kiss me back.

I needed to feel his lips on mine again.

I pulled us both up onto our knees. The change in position made my vision white out for a moment, but I didn’t need to see to continue to drive my cock into him. His back stuck to my chest with sweat, but I kept holding him tight. One of my arms snaked up to his face, pushing lightly until he turned his head.

I captured his lips with mine.

Our tongues matched pace with our bodies. The feeling of pleasure changed. It was just as good, but it felt more intimate.

It changed from having sex to making love.

Love.

Fuck. I loved him.

My lips froze against Evander’s.

“Everything okay?” he asked quietly. His voice was ragged and panting, but it was oh so concerned. His lips moved against mine with every word.

I couldn’t hold back. I knew I should, because the least romantic time to make a love confession was when I was balls deep into him, but I could no longer fight it. “I love you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth and into his.

His body stilled against mine. We were frozen in a moment. Time stood still while I waited for his reaction.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

Fucking him from behind no longer felt right. I pulled out of him. “Onto your back,” I whispered. “I want to look at you.”