Chapter 17 #2
“I mean it,” I continued. “I don’t want this to be something we’re only doing here. I don’t want us acting one way when the door’s shut and another the moment somebody sees us. When we’re around other people, I don’t want you wondering if I’m about to make you feel small again.”
His face went tight.
“I won’t do that to you,” I said. “Not ever again.”
“You say that now.”
“Yeah, because I should’ve said it then.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“I know.” I took a breath. “You mean when it actually counts. In front of people. In the kitchen. At the gym. Walking down the street. When it’s not easy.”
He nodded.
“That’s exactly what I mean too,” I answered. “I want everybody to know we’re together.”
“Everybody?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“The roommates?”
“Yeah.”
“Mason’s going to be a nightmare.”
“He already is.”
A quick huff escaped him.
I kept my eyes on his. “Mason, Derek, Enzo, Devon, the guys at the gym, whoever. I don’t care.”
His voice dropped. “Your parents?”
“My parents too.”
“No bullshit?”
“No bullshit.”
“You won’t back off the second it gets ugly?”
“No.” My throat burned. “I already know what happened the last time I backed off when it got ugly. I’m not doing that to you again.
” I slid my hand to his face and held him there, my thumb brushing his cheek.
“I want people to know you’re mine,” I said.
“I want them to know you matter to me. I’m not ashamed of this, or of you, or of us, and you should’ve had that from me from the start. ”
“You really mean that?” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
“You’d claim me in front of everyone?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I would.”
His eyes closed. When he opened them again, it was all there on his face. Relief. Hurt. Hope. All of it at once. “You have no clue how much I needed to hear that.”
My thumb brushed his lower lip. “Then hear it again. I don’t want to hide you. I want everyone to know you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
A tear slipped out and he chuckled softly as he wiped his face. “It was always you.”
That did it. I cupped the back of his neck and kissed him before I lost my nerve, slow and careful, and filled with everything I should’ve been saying for years. He kissed me back the same way, one hand sliding to my face, the other braced against my shoulder as he leaned into me.
When we pulled apart, neither of us went far.
“I love you,” I admitted.
His attention moved over my face, and I watched the words land.
Not because he didn’t know.
Because he did.
“I love you too,” he whispered back.
I pulled him in tighter and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
No more hiding.
No more making him guess.
No more letting fear decide who he was to me.
“Now what do you want to do?” I asked.
A sly grin formed on his lips. “I want you to fuck me again.”
“I was hoping to make love to you instead.”
He swallowed. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Me either.” I winked.
“Good. I’m glad we have another first.” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a new condom and set it next to the lube that was still there from earlier, then lay down beside me.
I lay down too, so our bodies were angled toward one another.
He reached over to cup my face and pull me into a kiss.
My hands roamed over his body, exploring every curve and plane with a reverence that spoke volumes.
His skin prickled under my touch. Even though we’d had sex not long ago and I’d poured my heart out, I was still in shock that I was touching him—that I was the one making those goosebumps appear.
As our kiss deepened, I could feel my body responding, my erection growing hard and insistent against his thigh.
I broke the kiss, my breath ragged as I reached for the lube and condom on the nightstand.
My movements were deliberate, my eyes never leaving his as I tore open the wrapper and rolled the latex on.
I poured a generous amount of gel onto my fingers, warming it before I reached over his hips and started to prepare him. His breath hitched as he hooked his leg over me, and I gently circled his hole, slowly working my way in.
“Ready?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah.”
He turned onto his back as I positioned myself between his legs, my body hovering over his as I leaned in to kiss him passionately again.
He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer and feeling the heat of my body against his.
Our dicks rubbed together as I rocked slightly, and a groan vibrated in his throat.
Taking my cock in hand, I aligned it with his puckered rim and slowly entered him, helping him to adjust to the sensation. His breath hitched, and his fingers dug into my back as he pushed against me.
“Too much?”
He shook his head. “No. Keep going.”
Our bodies moved together as the room filled with the squeak of the bedframe.
The lube helped me glide back and forth inside him.
My hands explored his skin, gentle yet firm, drawing soft gasps and moans from him.
I could feel the intensity of our connection, how his body responded to mine, the way it arched and shifted beneath me.
When my lips found his neck, my teeth gently nipped his skin as I left a trail of kisses down to his collarbone.
“Rowan,” he gasped, gripping my arms. “You feel so good.”
I picked up my pace, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “You too. Fuck, I never knew you’d feel this good, this tight.”
He moaned as his head fell back against the pillow. “Harder,” he begged. “I need more.”
I complied; my thrusts grew more urgent and desperate. The room echoed with the sound of our skin slapping together, our bodies moving as one. His hands wandered over my back, shoulders, and arms, as if trying to pull me even closer.
I reached between us to fist his dick, stroking him in time with my thrusts. As his orgasm built, his body clamped down on mine.
“I’m close,” he panted. “So close.”
I could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I wanted to push him over the edge, to see him shatter in my arms. I increased the intensity of my strokes, while my other hand gripped his hip as I drove into him.
“Look at me,” I commanded. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
He did. Our gazes locked as I sped up and held him in place while I pounded into him.
“Come for me, baby,” I growled. “Let me see you fall apart.”
His hands gripped my shoulders, his body tensing as he chased his orgasm. His body stiffened, and his back arched off the bed as he cried out, his cum spurting hot and sticky over my hand and his stomach. I followed soon after, my own release tearing through me, leaving me breathless and drained.
We collapsed together, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. As I held him close, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, a steady rhythm that matched my own.
After I caught my breath, I wrapped the condom in a tissue from the nightstand and propped myself up on an elbow, looking down at him with a soft smile.
He reached up to brush a strand of hair from my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
I captured his lips with a gentle, lingering kiss, sealing our promise. In that moment, there was no past, no future—only the present and the love we shared. “I love you too.”
He took my hand in his, turned his head, and pressed a kiss to my palm. The gesture was simple, yet it spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings. I felt a rush of emotions—love, gratitude, and a renewed sense of purpose.
“Stay with me,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I replied. “I promise.”
He smiled, a contented expression that lit up his face. I kissed him again, this time slower and more exploratory. Our tongues danced as we tasted and teased, rediscovering each other in a way that felt both familiar and new.
My hands explored his body, memorizing every curve and contour.
He responded similarly, his touch gentle and curious.
I broke the kiss to trail my lips down his neck, collarbone, and chest. He arched into my touch, his body responding with an intensity that left me breathless.
I took my time, exploring every inch of him, focusing especially on the places that made him gasp and shudder.
He reached for me, gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer to his lips. Our kiss grew more fierce, more urgent, more desperate. I felt the heat rise between us, the craving for more intensified.
He rolled onto his side, pressing his back against my chest. Spooning him, I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him closer. He reached back to rest his hand on my thigh, inviting me to continue. When I kissed the back of his neck, he shivered, and I felt his muscles tense with anticipation.
My hand reached around his hip to find him semi-hard. I stroked him gently, feeling him grow in my palm. He moaned softly as his hips rocked against my touch. My fingers continued to tease him, exploring his length, the sensitive tip, and the soft skin of his balls.
He moved back, his hand finding my cock equally hard and eager. He stroked me in sync with my movements. I groaned into his neck, my hips thrusting forward into his hand.
I let go of him, reaching for the lube and pouring some onto my fingers. He spread his legs a bit, giving me better access. I circled his hole, gently pushing in, feeling his body suck my fingers inside his opening.
He moaned, and his head fell back onto my shoulder. “Fuck. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”
“Fine by me.” I kissed his shoulder and then grabbed another condom from the nightstand. After rolling it on, I slicked it with more gel and then aligned myself with his asshole. I entered him slowly. I went in inch by inch until I was fully sheathed inside him.
Keaton let out a shaky breath, his body trembling slightly. “Move. Please.”
I started to thrust, my hips rolling against his ass. I went slow at first, letting him feel every inch of me. He moaned as his hand reached back to grip my thigh, urging me on. Picking up the pace, my drives grew deeper and more urgent.
I reached around, and my hand found his cock again.
I stroked him in time with every push of my hips.
Soon, his body tensed beneath me, and his muscles clenched as he cried out, his orgasm pulsing hot and thick onto my hand and the comforter we were on top of.
The sound of him coming sent a jolt through me, pushing me to the brink.
I drove into him with a final, urgent thrust, and my own release exploded over me, leaving me gasping and panting.
Our bodies trembled together, the aftershocks of our pleasure flowing through us. With my arm wrapped snugly around his waist, I held him close, feeling his chest rise and fall against my forearm.
In that moment, I realized this was only the start of something bigger. A new chapter in our story.