Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Holden
Poor Avery. Stage fright was a hard thing to overcome, but I knew if I let him out of bed, it would stick with him forever.
It was bad enough that he was ashamed of his body and wouldn’t take the shirt off.
I was sure every inch of him would be beautiful but instilling that confidence in him would take time.
“Let me start by saying you were doing everything right. Things may have been a little overwhelming and stole our focus. Those could happen to anyone, even happening to me more than once.” I reached into the drawer and plucked out a couple of condoms, licking my lip to be sure I’d stopped bleeding.
Once I knew it had stopped, I handed Avery the lube. “Lay down and take a few deep breaths. I’m gonna ride this big cock, sweetheart, and it’s gonna be perfect.”
His cock was big and straining, resting against his flat belly. “For the record, you’re sexy as hell, so please don’t doubt yourself.”
I took the lube from him and squeezed some into his hand and my own. I slid the condom down his prick before I moved up his body, straddling his waist. I slicked my hand down his erection to slick it up and looked into his gorgeous eyes. “Okay, stretch me to take you. I was almost ready for you.”
He sat up and reached around me, pulling his cock under my balls. He slid his fingers down my crease to circle my hole, just as he’d done earlier but this time, I could see he was under less pressure and was more relaxed. That was exactly what I wanted.
I reached down and slowly stroked my cock to keep it hard because I was now nervous enough for the both of us. I didn’t have any erectile issues, but I wasn’t tempting fate. My recovery time was good but I wasn’t a spring chicken anymore.
Avery had no problem finding my prostate, and when his middle finger stroke over it I nearly shot into the air. “Yeah. Right there.” Oh, he had radar for it, and I wanted more.
Another finger slid inside me and I knew I was ready. “Okay, you ready?” He nodded. “Push your cock back a little so I can slide down.”
“Oh, god, I’m about to come.” Avery was breathing hard.
After he had his cock at my entrance, I touched the side of his face and didn’t move. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s your first time, and it can be overwhelming. Just breathe slowly.”
I slowly pushed onto his cock until he slid through my entrance, stopping when he opened his eyes and smiled. Once I was flush with his groin, I stopped. “Keep breathing, sweetheart. You fill me up so perfectly. Tell me when I can move, okay. You’re doing so great.” And I wasn’t lying.
Avery exhaled a held breath. “I’m sorry, Holden, but I gotta move. Fuck!” He quickly thrust up, hitting my prostate again, this time with his dick.
“God, don’t be sorry.” He grabbed my thighs and continued thrusting into me. I braced myself on the mattress and let him go at me.
“Fuck!”
Suddenly, he flipped me onto my back, surprising me. Considering my larger size, it couldn’t have been an easy feat. His cock slid from me but without my prompting, he pushed back in and fucked me supremely.
His rhythm was like a sensual dance once he sunk into it. His stroke into me was smooth, and my lust spiked as he continued to build the sexy vibe between us.
“God, I don’t think I can hold back.” I gasped as Avery seemed to get more control over himself and slowed his stroke.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, Holden. I’m sorry I was pounding you, baby.” His words touched my heart. I knew he was a gentle soul.
I put my hands on his beautiful face. “Go for it, sweetheart. I’m close too.” That seemed to be all he needed.
His sudden confidence was sexy as fuck as he slowed his cadence and stared into my eyes. “I love bottoming for you, Avery. Fuck if this doesn’t feel good.”
The way he sawed in and out of me with such grace was mind-blowing, and fuck if I didn’t love it. What started as a wild ride was settling into something incredible.
“I’m there, Holden. Fuck!” I could feel his dick pulsing in my ass, and I loved it.
Once he stopped shooting, Avery pulled out and bent to take my cock into his mouth because I hadn’t come yet. God, the man knew how to give a fucking blowjob. He circled the head with his tongue and I blew. He slid his mouth over the top and swallowed everything I had to give him.
Hell. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
A breeze in my ear had me opening my eyes. Avery and I were snuggled in my bed, and he was staring at me, his eyes open as I woke from a short nap.
I rolled to my side to face him so I could stare back at him, seeing his brilliant smile and gorgeous face. “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
Avery chuckled. “It’s okay. An old man like you might need a nap. So, should we make some food? I’m kinda hungry.”
I traced my index finger down his beautiful nose. “How long was I out?”
“About half an hour. I like watching you sleep. Your nose wrinkles like a little bunny as you doze.” Avery kissed the tip of my nose, making me laugh.
“You hungry? Do you have to go to work early tomorrow?” God knew, I wanted him to stay over, but maybe it was too soon for sleepovers. I had an early morning, but I’d call Steve and go in late if Avery would be willing to stay.
“Actually, I do. We have a presentation next week, and I need to meet with Brooke and Kyle to work out the pitch. It’s next Tuesday. Are you still going to make me dinner?” Avery gently kissed my lips. “I’m sorry I hit you in the mouth. I didn’t mean to do it.”
I rolled him onto his back. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I’ve had a lot worse than a busted lip. Come shower with me?”
Avery pulled away. “I’d rather have your scent on me tonight when I sleep. I need to go home, but I don’t have to leave yet.”
That was a surprise to me. No one had ever said they wanted to smell like me. I was touched. “Okay, uh, I’m going to rinse off really quick, and we can get to cooking.”
I hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower off. I truly wanted Avery to stay, but he had his own time schedule. Hopefully, Avery and I could find time to spend together and learn things about each other, including how to manage our schedules and make time for each other.
“I’m going to the kitchen to clean up our lunch mess. Is there anything else I can do?” Avery reached for his briefs to pull them on.
“Leave those under my pillow, sweetheart. I’ll be in the kitchen in a few minutes. Help yourself with anything you want. Dump those hot beers, okay?”
Avery nodded and kissed my cheek before I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. After a quick wash up, I got out and dried off, anxious to get back to the sexy man who had rocked my world fifteen minutes prior.
I pulled on a pair of sweats and a tank, hoping maybe I could talk him into another round before I took him to his apartment. If I could convince him to stay, I’d be thrilled, but it was easy to see Avery was dedicated to his job. I gave him a lot of respect for it.
The house was quiet, which seemed odd. I hadn’t turned on music that would play throughout the house, but maybe I should have? Did Avery like music?
“Sweetheart? Do you want some music?” No answer.
Ossie barked. “I’m coming, mongrel.”
When I walked into the kitchen, Ossie was still barking. I saw what he was barking at—Avery was lying on the floor with a bloody nose.
I dropped next to him and leaned to put my head on his chest. His heart was beating but his breathing was shallow.
What the fuck happened in ten minutes?
I stood in the waiting room of Johns Hopkins Hospital fighting my instincts to pummel the shit out of someone because they wouldn’t tell me anything about Avery’s condition. I’d given the cops his information—or as much as I knew—when they arrived after I called 9-1-1.
The police went through his wallet, and after one of the cops talked to a paramedic who was working on Avery, the guy nodded and turned to me.
“Special circumstance. We’re taking him to Johns Hopkins Hospital instead of one of the others.
Meet us there. We need the room to work so you can’t ride along. ”
Without waiting for me to say anything, they loaded him up and took off. The cop handed me Avery’s wallet before they left the scene.
Pacing the waiting room was not what I wanted to do that day. I’d imagined being in bed with this beautiful man after making love to him. I adored the guy. What the hell was I going to do if I lost another person I loved?
“Family of Avery Langhorn.” A nurse walked in with a chart, and since I was the only person in the room, I raised my hand.
The nurse walked over and smiled. “Mr. Langhorn’s in a medically induced coma right now. He’ll be going to surgery soon. When his family arrives, we’ll be able to tell you more. We’re doing everything we can for him.”
I wasn’t sure what the hell that meant. All I wanted was for Avery to be fine. What the fuck did I have to do to make sure that happened?