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“More,” he groans into me.
Scooting closer, I press our dicks together and wrap my hand around them, stroking rhythmically as our tongues wrestle for dominance. It’s not rough, though not gentle either. His morning shadow scrapes across my skin as his needy lips devour mine, which sets my body on fire.
Breaking away, I rub my jaw against his. “I love the way your stubble feels on my skin.”
“I love the way your cock feels next to mine,” he growls.
“Me, too.” I contract my hand as I slide it over us. “Need you, Blake. I need to be inside you.”
He rolls away and retrieves the lube from the nightstand, tossing it to me as he positions himself on his hands and knees.
“Condom,” I grunt as my slippery fingers play with his hole.
“We used them all last night.” He looks at me over his shoulder. “And I want you bare.”
The air gets sucked out of my lungs as my hand stills against his opening, the magnitude of his words seeping into my soul.
“On your back,” I say softly, pulling away to give him room to flip over. “I want to see you while I’m inside you.”
Our eyes meet and lock, an unspoken promise passing between us. Then he shifts so he’s lying on his back, pulling his knees to his chest as he opens himself to me.
Though we done this before—not just sex but sex in this position—there’s something symbolic about it today. He’s opening himself to me completely, physically and emotionally, which makes this moment more meaningful than any of the other times we’ve come together. This is the start of a new chapter for both of us. One he’s willingly embracing after years of hesitation and uncertainty, and I love him for it.
Coating my dick with the lube I press gently forward, holding my breath until I’m fully seated. When we’re joined completely, I find Blake’s eyes and exhale as I start to thrust, holding his gaze in mine.
The slide of his skin on mine, the pressure of his walls contracting around me is the most delicious friction, begging me to move faster. Harder. But I want to savor this. Savor him.
Leaning forward I pin his arms to the bed above him, linking our fingers together. Face to face, lips mere inches apart, I plead. “Tell me again.”
“I love you.”
“Again.” I thrust, slow and deep.
“I love you.”
A loud gasp has both our heads turning toward the door to find Becca, mouth hanging open, wide eyes glued on our naked bodies. Ourjoinednaked bodies.
I never understood the expression‘time stands still’until this moment, where it does in fact seem to freeze as we all process what we’re seeing. Then Becca’s jaw starts to move, her voice only coming out after several false starts.
“My… I forgot my…” She blinks and spins around, disappearing from sight. Searing hot pain ripples through my chest and settles in my gut, like a knife ripping out my soul and leaving me just a hollow shell.Fuck! Without taking a moment to question my actions I pull out of Blake and race after her.
“Wait,” I cry. “Becca, wait.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” She races toward the door. “I shouldn’t have come in without knocking.”
Catching her by the arm I spin her around to face me. “You belong here. You don’t have to knock.”
She gives me a once over, gesturing to my still hard cock. “Clearly, that’s not true.”
Blake comes running into the room clad only in his boxers, holding a pair to out to me. Instead of taking them, I wrap both hands around Becca’s arms. Pulse throbbing in my chest, I strain to keep my voice level. “It is true, honey. You belong right here.Withus.”
She lifts her arm at the elbow, trying to point to Blake. “He just said he loves you. That’s a pretty clear sign that I... Oh wow.” She blinks rapidly, eyes darting between us. “How did I not see this before?”
“See what?” Blake’s sun-kissed skin looks pasty, his body so still I almost wonder if he’s breathing.
“You weren’t afraid to touch him.” She gapes at me. “I just thought… Oh God, that wasn’t to turn me on it was… I was just…A cover?A way to keep people from suspecting you’re gay? Well, it worked. Even I didn’t suspect anything until this morning.” She spins away from my grasp and throws open the front door.
“That’s not what this is,” I call after her.
