3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Kyle
I nviting myself over to my repairman’s house was a new level of bold, but I liked this heatstroke-induced bout of insanity that had claimed me. I liked it extra, since Garrett had been the hottest thing to walk through my door, and I’d brought several hookups home, thank you very much.
Since the address he’d sent was literally five minutes away, right out of the main sprawl of town, I used the time to shower, clean myself thoroughly, and change into something fresh. Though with the smack of heat outside, I was likely to get sweaty in minutes. If I chose a pair of shorter-than-average shorts and a loose tank top that was easy to peel off, well, that was because I was riding to slut station and refused to look back.
I bid my hellhole of an apartment good riddance—though not before leaving Meowella extra kibble and ice—and swung the lanyard with my keys around as I headed to my car. Garrett was a big, broad bear with thick blond hair and a bit of red in his beard. Pair that with the arm muscles, thick thighs, and soft, dark eyes, and I’d been drooling from the moment he walked into my apartment.
The air conditioning in my car poured over me in sheer bliss. Why hadn’t I just been sitting here the whole time? Probably because I’d get claustrophobic being in an unmoving car for hours. I started the ignition and headed out of town, not needing to fire up the GPS. I’d lived in West Chester all through college, and I’d recognized the street name he lived on. Within minutes, I veered into the sweet suburban sprawl of the town near Everhart Park, where gorgeous houses lined the way.
I counted down the numbers on the mailboxes until I stopped in front of Garrett’s. His house was fucking adorable. All brick but with hunter-green shutters and a matching door. Combined with the pale gray roof tiles, it formed an all sorts of charming picture. Nerves prickled in, but I’d always had the habit of leaping first and then fixing my scrapes in the aftermath. And if Garrett hadn’t been interested, he wouldn’t have responded to my text.
When I hopped out of my car, the heat slammed into me again, reinforcing what a good idea it had been to bother Garrett. Hooking up plus air conditioning? Win-win.
The walkway to his door was in meticulous condition, unsurprising, since the guy was clearly handy. I sucked in a breath and regretted it instantly. The air was just swamp at this point. Reaching up, I knocked.
The moments of silence afterward left me questioning my decisions. Was I really showing up at my maintenance guy’s house?
Yes, yes, I was. Because I was horny, young, and overheated.
The door creaked open a second later, and the sight of Garrett knocked the breath from me.
He’d clearly showered and changed too, and his slicked back blond hair, the intensity in his dark eyes, and the way his gray tee hugged his torso all had me flat-out staring. He’d switched to a pair of gym shorts, and his feet were bare, which was intimate in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Not that everyone needed to wear shoes, though my rainbow Converse were adorable, but I was used to the formality of footwear.
“You actually showed up,” he said.
“Ah, no, I’m a figment of your imagination,” I teased and strode past him. Waiting outside in this heat was for the birds. “Just talking to the walls, you are.”
Garrett snorted as he closed the door with a snick behind him. “The walls and my imagination aren’t remotely as chatty as you, so forgive me if I’m doubtful.”
The living room was an odd mixture of neat and messy. His bookshelves weren’t chaotic, and his TV stand was in order, but his coffee table held a collection of metallic pieces, random tools, and bits and bobs that had clearly overflowed from his garage. To the other side of the coffee table lay a host of little miniature metal figurines.
“What are those?” I crouched and peered at them.
“D&D minis,” he muttered, clutching his nape.
“Cute,” I said, bouncing back up. The coolness of his place addled with my head after languishing in my overly hot apartment. It felt so damn good I could scream and also momentarily made me forget the reason I’d shown up here in the first place.
However, when I looked back at him, his gaze was glued to my ass, and the heat there flushed through me in the best way. Yeah, if he wanted to fuck me, I was beyond down. Hell, if he wanted to get fucked, I was down for that too. I’d take him whatever way I could get him.
“Are you sure you’d rather spend a Saturday night here?” He crooked a brow. “Instead of hitting the bars or whatever?”
I placed a hand on my hip and shot him a “duh” look. “One hundred percent. I’m definitely not driving to Philly to find a hookup or go to a club tonight. It’s too damn hot. And why travel when a hot guy happened to just show up on my doorstep? It was like the universe sent me delivery.”
The crack of laughter escaping him was sharp and raw and damn attractive, and his eyes crinkled around the edges with genuine amusement. My heart thumped a little harder. Often, I could be a bit too boisterous for folks—I knew I wasn’t everyone’s cuppa—so when I found a guy who laughed at my bullshit instead of getting annoyed? Yeah, that was a definite win.
“Speaking of delivery, have you eaten yet?” he asked.
I arched a brow.
He snorted. “Not everything’s a double entendre, sweetheart.” The affectionate term on his lips sent a shiver rolling down my spine.
“If it isn’t, you’re just not trying hard enough.”
His lips quirked, and I drank in the small reactions from him. In the short time we’d interacted, I could already see what a treasure trove they were.
“Better question.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. The way the move made the muscles of his forearms stand out was criminal. “Pizza before or after?”
Lust coursed right through me. “After.”
As if the air itself changed, a transformation rolled through Garrett. He straightened from his slouch, and his eyes sparked with a deliberateness that revved my engines. Watching him focus on fixing my AC earlier had been the perfect foreplay because I had a competence kink, and those callused hands looked all sorts of talented. He prowled over with languid strides, telegraphing every movement.
I was two seconds away from just tossing my clothes to the floor, but I’d much rather he rip them off me instead.
“You”—he stopped mere inches from me, intensity pouring from his wicked eyes—“are pure trouble.” His breath ghosted against my lips, and electricity roared up my spine. His pronounced features from the arch of his nose to those defined lips made him all the more alluring. Fuck, I wanted a taste.
I closed the distance and kissed him.
The moment our lips touched, my entire body responded, the connection between us pure alchemy. He cupped my nape and drew me in closer, our bodies pressing together. The sheer size of his had me melting against him, and I savored the mint taste of his mouth. The heat brewing between us was combustible, and I couldn’t get enough.
He slid his fingers through my hair and gave a sharp tug. I moaned in response. Garrett slipped his tongue in to tangle with mine as he deepened the kiss, devouring me with a finesse I’d hoped for. Ngh, yes, giving him my number had been the best decision ever. Pleasure sparked up through my spine, spreading throughout me. He smelled so damn good too, a hint of metal and patchouli.
As we kissed, my cock grew harder, and that desperation to go further arose. His beard brushed against my chin, and I was going to relish the leftover burn in the morning. The contrast with his soft lips was mesmerizing, and he drove his tongue into my mouth with a hunger that stoked my own.
When I pulled back for breath, I hooked my finger into his waistband. “I’m in the mood to get fucked hard tonight. If you’re up to the task?”
“Sounds goddamn perfect.” He nipped at my lower lip. “Though I’m good to switch too.”
I winked while trailing my finger along the inside of his waistband. “Funny thing, so am I.”
He drew his thumb over my chin in a slow motion that sent a shiver down my spine. Something about him screamed deliberate in the best way, like the man could make me fall apart on his cock. I was so on board.
While I slid to my knees, I tugged down those loose gym shorts. They pooled around his ankles, and when I looked up, his thick erection, long and with a slight curve, was inches from my lips. He was neatly trimmed, the hair the same reddish tint as his beard. Pre-cum pooled on his tip, and I helped myself.
I leaned in and licked the glistening drop, and Garrett threaded his fingers through my hair.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Get it nice and wet with your mouth.” His voice was deep and gravelly, and my cock throbbed in response. God, I loved a dirty talker.
I licked again, dragging it out slowly on purpose. “Like this?” I batted my lashes.
“Little tease,” he murmured, giving a tug of my hair to drag my mouth back to his cock. I ran the tip of my tongue around the mushroom head with light, delicate licks to prove him right. When I glanced up, he stared down at me, his deep brown eyes blown with lust. A grin quirked his lips. Yeah, he understood the exact game I played. Sometimes I could be a little like a cat when it came to boundaries—I loved to test them.
I lapped at his slit, and he tightened his grip on my hair. I loved the slight sting, the way the cords of his neck strained. God, he was so fucking hot. His sheer strength was a turn-on, but honestly, what stoked my fires more was how he’d rolled with the punches from the moment I met him. The calm, cool types were so fucking sexy—especially when they finally flipped.
“You can do better than that.” He brushed his tip against my lips, nudging against them.
I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out.
Slowly I leaned forward and glided the flat of my tongue up his length. Garrett smirked. My cock dribbled a little pre-cum. My shorts were beyond tight at this point, and I regretted leaving them on. He tugged my hair and thrust in, pushing his cock to the back of my throat, then edging away. Saliva pooled in my mouth from the intrusion, even though he’d already drawn his cock out.
“I can take it.” I licked down his length again in another tease.
“Good.” His voice came out in a growl as he pushed inside my mouth again. This time, I relaxed my throat, opening wide so he could fuck in. My balls were full, and my whole body hummed with lust over the way he casually gripped my hair like this and fucked my face. Garrett’s thick brows drew together in concentration, and his salty pre-cum hit my tongue. The smell of musk and patchouli surrounded me, a heady combination.
I normally closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, but I didn’t want to miss a second of Garrett’s reactions. His broad shoulders were tense, his arm muscles bunched as he kept that tight grip on my hair. Low grunts and moans escaped him as he set a heady pace, and I forced myself to breathe in through my nose. Spit dribbled down my chin, but I left my hands on my thighs, enjoying the way he took control.
I bobbed my head in time with his motions, but I barely needed to do anything with the way he thrust in over and over. This man was hot as sin, and I was incredibly glad I’d taken the chance on him.
He tipped his head back. “Fuck.” Garrett pulled out of my mouth. “Any more and I’m going to unload. And I’m pretty sure you asked to get fucked hard.”
“Oh, a gentleman?” I arched a brow as I wiped the saliva from my mouth.
He smirked. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”
Ngh. So damn sexy.
“I’m on PrEP. Suit up, though.” I fished into the slim-as-fuck pocket in my shorts and tossed him the condom. “I’m assuming you’ve got lube.”
“You guessed right.” He tugged his shirt off overhead in that effortlessly hot way. Saliva pooled in my mouth. Goddamn, all that fur on his chest. His muscles weren’t sharply defined but more of the strongman sort from years of active work. Mmph. He took a few strides toward the hallway and glanced back. “Ditch the clothes, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”
Yes, yes, yes to all that bossiness. He seemed the quiet type outside the bedroom but had exploded with expressiveness here. That ticked all my boxes.
I tossed my shirt to the floor and ditched my shorts and rainbow jock next. Before I had the chance to scoop them up, Garrett padded back into the room with a bottle of lube. He stopped midstride and scanned me over long and slow, his gaze setting me on fire. I reached down and stroked my cock, gratified when his perusal lingered there.
“Fuuuck. How are you for real?” he said.
“Back at you.” I soaked in the sight of him stripped down, all that tanned skin, the full-blown heat in his gaze. His shoulders were so damn wide, and I wanted to bury my face in his pits. Ngh.
“I swear, I keep expecting to pinch myself and find I hallucinated the whole thing.” He shook his head. The hint of vulnerability and awe in his tone struck me square in the chest, a little bit of him I wanted to peel back and discover more of. I’d always been a decent judge of character, even if I only went by vibes, but my gut told me one thing.
Safety.
And that had been enough for me to take the leap.
“I’m definitely here, and if you can operate your cock like you can your mouth, you’re talented enough to fuck me so hard I can’t feel my legs.” I chewed down on my lip, continuing my slow perusal over those bulky thighs, corded forearms, and thick, callused fingers.
He snagged the condom and rolled it onto his cock in a quick movement. “Bend over the back of the couch.” He pointed to the nearest sofa with a wicked glint in his eyes. A blast of heat burned through me. His couch was a neat navy blue that looked untouched. Almost a pity that we’d be defiling it.
However, I followed orders and took my time bending forward, making sure to present my ass in the prettiest way possible.
Garrett stepped up behind me, and I expected fingers or for him to coat my hole in lube. Instead, he let out a grunt and settled on his knees behind me. He was so much taller that even on his knees, his face was positioned right behind my ass. Garrett gripped my ass cheeks tight and spread me open.
His hot breath puffed against my hole, and a shiver rolled up my spine. Palms plastered on the couch cushions, I braced myself. He didn’t disappoint. He swiped my hole with his tongue, and bliss ricocheted through me. Maybe he was a goddamn gentleman. He kept my cheeks spread wide as he nipped at the furled skin, alternating between sucking and lapping at it until I was writhing. It felt so damn good my mind swirled, and I wanted to ride his face, just to keep his mouth on me.
My cock leaked at the pleasure that infiltrated in slow waves as he took me apart with his mouth. And when he thrust his tongue deeper inside, I didn’t bother restraining my low, long moan. Goddamn. He was deliberate with each and every movement, detailed in a way I very much appreciated. As he drove his tongue inside me at a steady rate, my breaths came out faster, and saliva dripped down the inside of my thigh, tickling along the way.
“Please.” I wasn’t sure if I was begging for more of this or his cock. I was good with either, honestly.
He continued the assault with his tongue, probing inside me with a blissful wet warmth. I gripped the cushion of the couch tight and shifted my hips back, wanting more, more, more.
When Garrett pulled away, I keened in protest, but the coolness of lube dribbled over my hole. Anticipation had me on a razor’s edge, and I closed my eyes, ready for him to fuck me hard enough to see stars.
The thick tip of his cock brushed against my hole, and then he sank inches in. I bore down, and he slid in farther with ease. The glide of his thick cock felt like perfection. God, he fit me so well. When he began the slow rock of his hips, pleasure dripped through my body with a honey smoothness. Ngh.
“Damn, baby,” he purred out. “You feel amazing.”
I preened, grinding back against him. His low groan was reward enough, but then he placed his hands on my hips and fucked me harder. He didn’t speed up—no, he was calculated as hell—but he drove in with a firmness that had sparks flaring through me with each pass. He shifted us slightly, and when he thrust back in—ohfuckyes.
Pleasure burst hot and fast.
“There.” I gasped, desperate to binge on that bliss.
“Oh yeah?” Garrett’s voice was gravel and lust, a sinful combination. The roughness of his callused hands on my hips, the smack of our skin as he fucked me all vaulted me higher. He slowly increased the pace, finding the bull’s-eye on my prostate.
My balls ached with the need to come, and my cock was weeping. I gripped hard on the couch, but my palms were growing sweaty. Still, Garrett had such a firm hold on my hips I wasn’t launching forward with each thrust, even though he was unrelenting.
“You feel good?” He swiveled his hips with each pass.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” I was gasping for breath, sweat prickling on my temples as he continued to reduce me to a puddle. Even though I’d been sweating my ass off earlier today, this kind—the hard-earned kind—I didn’t mind in the slightest.
“God, your sweet hole is so damn tight. I’m not going to last long.” Garrett’s words came out with a growl as he pistoned his hips with more force, enough that my legs were trembling. My knees were jelly at this point from the way he kept tagging my prostate, and my balls ached with fullness. I needed to explode, that coiled tension begging to burst free. It was driving me out of my mind.
“Me neither,” I groaned out. “I’m so close.”
I’d had hookups before that were just transactional, but something about Garrett drew me in—whether it was the chemistry sparking between us or how he touched my body with deliberate care, I had no idea. Either way, I floated on the sheer sensations rocking through me, on the pressure of his fingertips on my hips, on the perfect way he filled me. My whole body tensed like a string, but he knew the exact way to pluck me. And the melody of moans that followed grew louder and louder.
He reached forward and wrapped his palm around my cock. He didn’t stop thrusting inside me, even as he jacked my length in time to his movements. With him spearing into my hole and his competent hand around my cock, there was no way I could hold back any longer.
My orgasm barreled through me with such an intense force my teeth numbed.
My cum splattered down onto the hardwood, flecks hitting the back of his couch, and a long, low cry left my lips. White-hot bliss flared through in such a ferocious sweep it left me breathless, and I floated along as Garrett continued to drive into me. He picked up speed, and based on the edge of desperation to his noises, he was ready to burst.
He thrust inside me hard and held there, his grip on my hips tightening.
“Oh, fuck.” His low curse was followed by the throb of his cock as he emptied into the condom inside me. I was barely holding myself upright, my limbs no longer functional. One shift and I’d topple.
Thankfully, Garrett didn’t lean his weight on me but held on to my hips, keeping both of us steady. I slowly circled back to earth, and our ragged breaths echoed through the room. He took his time pulling out, and he ran a gentling hand along my side.
“I’m going to get a washcloth,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
He walked away, the hardwood creaking under his heavy footsteps. I slowly pushed up from my bent-over position, my back hating that I’d held it for as long as I had. However, my hole had that freshly fucked sense of being used, and my whole body was still tingling from how hard I’d come.
So worth it.
Garrett padded back in a moment later, cutting up the room with powerful strides. He clutched a few washcloths, and he tossed one at me. I caught it and cleaned up my cock and my hole while he knelt to wipe the puddle of cum from the wooden floor. He swiped at a few flecks on the couch as well before rising to face me.
“Well, damn.” I leaned back against the back of the couch. “That was definitely worth the gamble.”
Garrett’s lips curled in a slow grin. My stomach fluttered. Something about this man and his quiet, measured reactions had charmed me from the start.
Maybe because he was the complete opposite of me.
“So,” I said, tilting my head toward the couch I leaned on. “Tell me you’ve got good taste in TV.”
Garrett crooked an eyebrow. “Is this your not-so-subtle way of saying we should throw something on?”
I winked at him. “Oh, hell yeah. You wouldn’t send me back to my humid apartment so soon, would you?”
He shook his head, though he resisted his smile. Garrett didn’t say anything but sat on the sofa, grabbed the remote, and handed it to me. “I’m not picky.”
“I feel like that’s a challenge.” I hopped over the back of the sofa to land right beside him.
“You would,” he said dryly.
I didn’t bother offering him any space, just hooked my leg around his. This might just be one night, but he made me feel comfortable as shit, which was rare, and I was going to enjoy this for as long as possible. Besides, we’d just been a lot more up close and personal than this. He didn’t make an attempt to move me, so I stayed.
I popped on Netflix and skimmed through. His recently watched was an array of fantasy shows I could totally get behind, but I wanted to nudge him a little, mostly to see the reaction.
“My go-tos are Is This Cake? or serial killer documentaries, so I’ll be nice and let you choose between the two.”
“Pass on the serial killer documentaries,” Garrett said, his brows drawn together.
Oh yeah, he was definitely giving me a “really?” sort of look, which amused me to no end.
I leaned back into the cushions and got comfortable, loving the subtle warmth of him by my side, the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. My body was wonderfully exhausted, and I started Is This Cake? The bright, colorful images danced across the screen, except my gaze drifted to him, the soft lines on his face crinkling with those micro-expressions I could easily get addicted to.
This day had ended in the best possible way.