Chapter 31 #3
“Can you grab yourself?”
He nodded and replaced my hand with his own. I braced both hands on the bed, using them for leverage as I began to thrust harder.
My eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back. My hips snapped forward, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered the creaking of the bed, the soft thuds against the wall, making everything impossibly hotter. I loved this fucking bed.
Sliding my hands to his hips, I straightened up and picked up the rhythm. My gaze dropped between us, locking on the stretch of him around me, swallowing every inch with each thrust.
I slowed, mesmerized, as he started pushing back into me. My hands smoothed over his ass, feeling the muscles tighten beneath my palms. I spread him wider, giving myself a better view.
Then I stopped altogether, groaning as he completely took over—grinding back, building his own rhythm.
“Why aren’t you moving?” he asked, frustration in his voice, though he didn’t stop.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just watching your ass fuck itself on my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Or felt. And I need a second to fully appreciate it.”
He let out a deep, breathless laugh before groaning, arching even more, fucking himself harder and deeper. I ran my palm up his spine, then bent forward to press a kiss to his back, moaning against the heat of his skin. My hips began to follow his, slower now, letting him take the lead.
I closed my eyes, resting my forehead against him. “Do you want to switch?” His hips froze. “It just seems like you’d really rather be riding me right now.”
“Okay.”
I pulled out, and we switched positions. I propped my back against the pillows, head resting on the headboard, while Atty hovered over me—one knee bent on the mattress, the other foot on the floor.
His body was covered in sweat, his skin gleaming in the soft morning light. His lips were red and swollen from biting down on them. He looked like a fucking dream.
I beckoned him. “Get back here.”
He leaned in to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth without hesitation. I angled my head to deepen it, groaning as he grabbed my cock and sank down onto it.
He straightened, head thrown back, palms braced on my thighs, pinning me to the bed as he began to ride. Hard.
“Fuck,” I breathed, eyes fixed on him.
He rose and dropped, over and over, his cock bouncing with the movement, slapping against the tight plane of his stomach. Every thrust turning more demanding, more urgent.
“Next time we do this, I’m getting a cock ring—just so I can watch you do this for hours.” My toes curled, the pleasure tightening low in my gut.
“What’s that?” he asked, breathless.
A laugh escaped me, dissolving into a groan at another hard dip of his body over mine. “I fucking love you.”
One hand anchored on his hip, guiding him faster. The other wrapped around his cock, stroking him.
His eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent moan. “Fuck…”
“Are you close?” I prayed to god he was—because I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Yeah. This feels so good—you feel so good.”
“You like that? Riding my cock?”
“Yes!” he half-moaned, half-yelled. The banging on the wall picked up, and then some. The bed creaking in the most obscene way.
“Atty.” I slapped his hip gently, and his hazy eyes met mine. His hips slowed just enough for me to say, “Spit.”
His gaze dropped. I watched as he worked his tongue, then spit—right onto his cock, right over my hand.
“Again.”
He did, and I started stroking him again. Slowly, at first. But as his pace quickened, so did mine.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I drank him in—his parted lips, his flushed chest, the thick muscles of his thighs, working for both of us. He was so tight around me, impossibly hot too. “Take what you need. Take fucking everything.”
His face scrunched, and I braced myself.
“I’m coming,” he gasped—and a second later, he did. His whole body trembled, his ass clenching even tighter around my cock. The sight of him was utterly mesmerizing, burning itself into my memory as rope after rope of cum painted my chest.
I couldn’t force my hips to stop, hovering on the edge while he still spasmed around me with the aftershocks.
He slumped forward, bracing his hands on the bed, head bowed, sweat dripping from his jaw.
I grabbed his hips, keeping him seated as I thrust up into him—once, twice, three times—until I was spilling inside him, groaning so loud it barely sounded like me.
My arms wrapped around his back as I caught my breath, forehead pressed to his shoulder.
Then, in a voice rough and low, he whispered, “I’ve never—fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that. You’re amazing, Noah.”
I shut my eyes, letting those words sink into my skin like sunlight. Like worship. Like something I’d never believed I’d deserve—but still craved like air.
“That definitely wasn’t just me. Take credit where it’s due.” I chuckled, shaken by the sudden flood of emotions behind my ribs. “Holy fuck, that was the best fuck of my life.”
Atty let out a breathless laugh of his own, his hand finding the side of my neck.
I hung my head back, and his lips found mine in a second.
“Right?” I snuck a peek at his face to make sure I wasn’t the only one floating.
He shrugged, lips curled. “For now,” he said cheekily.
I laughed. “For now, yeah. I’ll take that.”
Atty lifted off my lap, and I shuddered at the slick, aching drag of slipping out of him.
“Stay here,” I said, sitting up. “I’ll go get something to clean you up.”
He nodded, glancing around for a second before dropping down beside me on the mattress. The second his weight hit, a loud bang echoed through the room—and the floor seemed to tilt sideways.
With inhuman reflexes, Atty grabbed my neck and pulled me toward him as the headboard lurched forward, now hanging precariously at an awkward angle.
It took a beat to register. We were almost on the floor.
The bed had broken.
We’d broken the bed.
I snorted.
“You okay?” Atty asked, wide-eyed.
I slapped my thigh and burst into laughter. Loud, full-bodied, ridiculous laughter. I leaned into his chest as it overtook me.
We’d broken the fucking bed.
Or, more accurately, we’d fucked the bed broken.
Another wave of laughter tore out of me, completely uncontrollable.
The door banged open, and Atty scrambled to yank the sheets up, covering us as best he could.
“What the fuck just happened?” Colin asked, staring like he’d been slapped awake. “What was that noise?” His hair was a mess, and his eyes were still bleary from sleep.
I clutched my sides and buried my face in Atty’s chest for a moment, laughing so hard that tears stung my eyes.
“Would you reel it in?” Atty asked, but he was laughing too now.
“The bed broke. You two broke the bed?” Colin gawked at us.
Atty nodded, face flushed tomato red.
“You’re the worst fucking roommate on the planet,” Colin grumbled as he turned and stormed off. “It’s five in the goddamn morning! On a Saturday!”
“Sorry,” Atty called out, grimacing.
“This is just so fucking perfect,” I said, still catching my breath.
With the blanket still looped around us, we stood, and I stared down at the lopsided wreck of a bed and sighed. “RIP, bed. You put up a good fight.”
“You’re the worst.” Atty shook his head—but there was a smile tugging at his lips.
“Want to go over to my place and sleep a little longer?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll take care of this”—he waved at the mess of a room—“later.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, and I looked around. Everything felt different.
This was the same room where, once, he couldn’t say he loved me—and I’d cried, thinking sex was the only thing keeping us together.
Now, he’d just let me love him completely. Trusted me. Let himself need me too.
I was so sure now. And it felt like he was too.
We were starting the rest of our lives.
When he came back in, fresh from a quick shower, my heart swelled with a love so big it pressed against every bone.
“Stay.”
His eyes flicked to mine. “I thought you wanted us to go to your house.”
“Yes.” A pause. “But I want you to stay.”
He looked confused, and something in my chest pulled tight.
“Forever,” I added.
His expression shifted, softening with slow realization. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”
“Yes. I know we said we’d take it slow this time, but…it already feels like we’ve waited years. So yes, move in with me. I want to start and end all my days with you.”
His lips curved into a smile, and something in me unlocked.
“Okay, yeah. Let’s move in together.”
I crashed into him, arms wrapping around his back as he hugged me tightly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, cupping my face and kissing me like it was easy. Like he meant it.
I had the wild urge to drop to one knee right then and there, but Atty started shaking his head—still smiling.
“Don’t.”
“How do you even know…?”
“I can see it in your face.”
“Well, I got bad news for you, buddy, because you’re probably going to have to physically restrain me from doing so every single day of our lives until you actually say yes.”
He shrugged, amused. “Yeah. That checks.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, and we started gathering his things.
This was happening.
This was my life now.
He was coming home with me.
And I’d be damned if I ever let him leave.
It was a beautiful day.
The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the most beautiful man in the world was lying in our bed. In our room.
We’d slept through most of the morning, so it wasn’t technically breakfast time—but still. It was practically tradition.
I moved through the usual motions: setting the table, getting the coffee going, tossing the toast into the toaster. Last came the eggs.
I set my lips in a grim line, recalling every tip I’d managed to pick up—keep the heat low, don’t overcook, add a little cream cheese—and voilà, perfect scrambled eggs. Kinda. Good enough, anyway.
Once they were plated, I grabbed my phone and turned on the music, raising the volume just enough to lure him out.
While the music played, I moved around the kitchen, cleaning as I went, half-mumbling the lyrics. Sure enough, after a minute, the bedroom door creaked open and Atty peeked his head out.
Our eyes met, and I grinned.
I turned away from him, still singing softly. I knew exactly what playlist was on, even if he didn’t recognize the newer songs.
“Breakfast?” His voice was low and rough from sleep, but warm.
I hummed in response, sliding the plates across the counter. He sat on the stool opposite me, that soft, shy smile still lingering on his lips.
“I’ve gotten better,” I said. “I promise.”
We just stared for a second. Something silent passed between us, and then the song ended. Right on cue, the next one started.
“Have you ever heard this one?”
He shook his head.
“That’s a shame. It’s perfect for us.”
“Yeah?”
“It is.”
His blue eyes sparked with something soft and unguarded. The emotion hit me hard and fast, swelling in my chest, thick in my throat.
But he beat me to it.
“Are you going to sing it to me?”
My heart stuttered. “Try to stop me.” I picked up my phone and made sure the volume filled the room.
At the sight of the spatula in my hand, Atty let out a half-choked laugh—one of those beautiful, watery ones. His eyes glistened, which only made mine tear up too.
I climbed over the counter, nudging the plate aside and settling on his lap.
He kept his gaze down, and I held his face gently as the music played around us.
“Okay,” I whispered, “maybe I won’t sing this one. Because somehow this feels a million times more emotional than I thought it would.”
I brushed away the tear trailing down his cheek.
He nodded, lip trembling before he bit down to steady it.
“But I’ll do it,” I said. “A million songs, over a million breakfasts. And every one will be a love song for you. There will never be enough to say everything I feel for you. And I’ll never stop singing them again.”
His arms came around me. He lifted his head, and I met him halfway, resting my forehead against his.
Love Is Only a Feeling played on, its lyrics folding around us like a promise.
And in that moment, it struck me.
This wasn’t supposed to be just mine.
It had never been about being mine.
It was ours.
This love—this feeling—was stronger now than it had ever been. These past months had been hard. Messy. We’d clawed our way back to each other. And in the end, Samuel had been right. This wasn’t the same as before.
And that was okay.
It was better.
We had faced a thousand trials. And come out the other side.
We became us.
A love to be reckoned with.
A love for the ages.
Our love.