14. Evan #3
When he came, shaking and shuddering in my arms, he screamed his affirmations and shot his second load of the night onto my bed.
My own orgasm tore out of me with almost no warning, stealing my breath and all rational thought as my vision went black and pleasure overtook me.
Nick’s body gave out and he went limp in my arms. I tried to hold him up, but we ended up falling on the bed in a panting, sweaty tangle of limbs.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Nick muttered.
I went to roll off him.
“Don’t.” He clutched my ass. “Stay like this.”
“As long as you want.” I pressed a kiss against his overheated cheek.
“You really are a man of your word,” he mumbled, his voice dreamy. “You made me come twice. And you made me scream. I thought that was a myth.”
“Multiple orgasms?”
“Yes. But not that. Screaming.” He made a little snuffling sound. “No one has ever made me scream. Not for real at least. I thought that was just a thing people did when they were trying to sell it.”
“Sell it?”
“You know. When the D isn’t D-ing so you gotta make a big show and pretend like it’s the best D ever so they’ll nut and stop.”
“Can I roll us over and hold you?” I asked softly.
I knew Nick’s mind was a little fuzzy after his orgasm, but the thought that he’d faked it with others because he’d wanted the sex to be over made me irrationally mad. He deserved so much more than selfish partners who couldn’t be bothered to put the effort into making sure it was good for him.
Nick was one of the most, if not the most, generous lovers I’d ever had. He was almost too generous and struggled to accept the same kind of treatment or enthusiasm he happily doled out.
How anyone could find themselves lucky enough to be with him and not do everything in their power to make him feel good was beyond me.
“Mmmhmm. I like being squished, but you’re getting heavy.”
Mindful of his altered state, I rolled us over and hugged him against me. He nuzzled into my pec and threw one leg over my thighs.
“You’re comfy.” He sifted his fingers through my chest hair.
“So are you.”
“Is there something wrong with me?”
“No. You’re perfect.”
“Are you sure? That phone thing was soooo hot. Is it weird that I liked it?”
“I liked it. Do you think I’m weird?”
“No.”
“Then why would I think you are?”
“Because…”
“Because?”
“I don’t know. Never mind.”
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” I asked, knowing now wasn’t the time for a discussion.
“Really?”
“Or you can take a bath if you’d prefer.”
“Is your bathroom as fancy as this room?”
“Fancier. The master bath was the main selling feature when I bought the place.”
“Then hell yeah.” He smiled up at me. “But cuddles first. My legs are still trembling.”
I kissed the tip of his nose. He let out a little giggle-breath and pressed his face into my chest. “Take all the time you need.”
He snuggled into me and sighed happily.
My mind raced as I held him, gently stroking his back and hair.
One of the reasons I never let go of my control wasn’t just because I worried I could hurt people. I kept it locked down because releasing it turned me into a possessive, single-focused bastard who ignored reason and put the object of my desire above anyone, and anything, else.
It left me vulnerable and gave my enemies a weakness to use against me.
Because of that, I’d always been able to maintain a level of emotional distance with my partners, even with my one failed relationship.
But I was finding it harder and harder to convince myself that Nick and I were nothing more than fake boyfriends who fucked.
He felt like mine.
But he wasn’t.
“Ready to show me your amazing bathroom so I can pretend like I’m mad at you for having it?” Nick asked, breaking me free from my spiral.
Chuckling, I kissed his temple and pushed all negative thoughts from my mind. “How are your legs?”
“Still trembly, but I think I can walk without falling now.”
“I’ll carry you.” I waited as he untangled himself from me.
“I’ll break you.”
“You think so?” I dismounted the bed and stood.
“I know you’re all sculpted because you do the gym thing like a bro,” he said as I pulled off the condom.
“But I’m way too heavy for you. You’ll throw your back out and end up all hunched over like an old man and you won’t be able to fuck me again until you’re better.
Nope. Not worth it now that I know you can do that . ”
“You think so?” I tied off the condom and tossed it on the bed. I had to change the comforter anyway since Nick had made two wet spots on it.
“I know so.” He got to his feet. “I’ll just be careful so I don’t—eek!”
“You were saying?” I arranged him in my arms and started toward my bathroom.
“How are you not dropping me?” He clung to my neck.
“Because you’re not nearly as heavy as you think you are. And because I’m stronger than I look. Did you know I work out with Vlado?”
“Are you a powerlifter too? Is that why you’re so comfy?”
“I do powerlift. Not sure what that has to do with being comfortable.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” He grinned cheekily. “And just an FYI, I’m never walking around you again now that I know you can carry me without dying.”
Still chuckling, I carried him into my bathroom, bracing for his exclamation when he saw the lavish space.