Chapter 24
RAFE
The weight on my arm prevents me from rolling over.
Blinking through my sleep, I yawn and turn my head.
Brent’s head is on my arm. He’s on his side, tucked against me.
Now that I’m aware of him, I can feel everywhere he’s touching me.
The weight of his leg over my shin. His opposite knee pressed against my thigh. His hand on my ribs.
I can’t see his face properly. He’s curled in such a way that he’s facing down. His hair, usually so neat and styled, is a messy halo around his head. His lashes are long, lying across his skin. I shift a little, trying not to disturb him, and run my fingers through his hair.
We’re naked. We’ve stopped pretending that we’re not going to fuck when we climb into bed.
The blankets are down at our feet, so the only thing either of us is wearing is dried cum.
Since I’ve been shaving my junk since I started growing hair, it’s only mildly uncomfortable.
I’m one of those weird people who can’t stand body hair.
Yeah, I get it. Scientifically, maybe it has its purpose.
To me, it’s gross. At least, on my body. I’ve found that I don’t have much of a preference either way when it comes to my partners. For me, it makes me feel itchy and dirty, no matter how much I clean. I discovered laser hair removal a couple years ago and live by that shit.
So yeah. Cum dried on me isn’t as awful as it could be. I’m not going to say it’s pleasant, but it’s not pulling hair anywhere.
My gaze flickers to Brent, and my smile climbs a little.
I can’t say the same for him. He certainly manscapes because his crotch is pretty tidy.
He has a smattering of short hair across his chest and torso, too.
Not a lot, and it’s so light that you can’t necessarily see that it’s there until you’re right on top of him.
Which I have learned that I enjoy a great deal.
I’ve never considered myself quite as obsessed with sex as I’ve felt these past couple of days.
I want to stay inside this man. He’s made me voracious.
Everything about him. I feel drunk as soon as I’m deep inside him and feeling the way his body responds to me.
The sounds he fills the room with have me literally unable to see anything else.
My dick is already ready for more. I think it’s only been a few hours, but it’s hard against my stomach, begging to be inside him again.
I don’t wake Brent, though. We haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep since the first night. I’m giddy that it’s not just me waking up in the night for another orgasm. Brent wakes just as frequently, always ready for more. Wanting. Begging. Who am I to deny a man his desires?
But there’s something wonderful about this moment right here, too.
Waking up with Brent curled against me is indescribable.
It’s… it feels so good. I’ve woken up next to people many times over my short college experience.
Guys and girls. I’ve woken wrapped up in their arms or them in my arms. I think I’ve even woken up with someone almost exactly how Brent is lying with me now.
I’m not going to pretend this feels like the first time, but there’s something more here than just waking up with a person I’ve fucked the night before.
I like the way he feels against me. There’s a current moving into my body where his touches mine.
A deep, low thrumming through my veins, electrifying my blood.
Brent shifts, curling backwards. Maybe stretching his spine. He sighs and scoots a little closer. His nose presses into my ribs right below my pit. I feel his lashes brush against me like the lightest touch of a feather.
“Morning,” I say quietly.
He sighs again and moves even closer. His arms wrap around my torso, and his lips press to my skin. “Morning,” he answers, voice groggy with sleep.
I run my fingers through his hair and lean over to kiss his forehead. He smiles.
“I really like this,” I confide.
“Like what?”
“Waking up with you like this. The feel of your body against mine.”
He turns his face flush against my skin and inhales. “Me too,” he murmurs. I encourage him to close the rest of the distance between us, resulting in him somewhat lying across my body. His hip traps my hard dick.
I hug him close, running my hands down his spine and over his fine ass. “I could wake up like this every morning,” I muse.
Brent smiles again and further tucks his face into my neck. His lips press against my skin. “Anytime,” he whispers.
His hand moves down my side, touching me in a way that feels hungry. Reaching for as much of me as he can get. I keep my arms around him, not encouraging nor discouraging. We can lie together peacefully, or we can fuck. Anything in between. I don’t care. I love this moment with him.
His hand finds my cock, and I grin. I love that he’s as insatiable as I feel. He grips my cockhead and rubs me like one of those worry stones. It sends a warm rivulet of pleasure straight to my balls. I shiver.
Brent’s mouth moves over my skin as he shifts down my body. He pauses long enough to bite my nipple, making me jump and my dick leak. He grins, trailing his tongue down my stomach until he gets to my dick.
I watch him, hypnotized, as he takes me into his mouth and gives me a teasing, hard suck that has me writhing and gasping until he releases me. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. When my brain overcomes the momentary short circuit, I realize he’s barely touching me.
I’m not surprised to find him staring at the mark on my cockhead. His eyebrows are knitted together as he stares at it. As I knew he would, his finger comes up, and he traces the short line.
“Just a birthmark,” I assure him.
His gaze flickers to mine, and our eyes lock. That’s not an expression I generally receive. I’m not sure what he’s thinking. I touch his cheek with my fingers. “What’s wrong? You’re acting as if you haven’t seen my dick before.”
Brent huffs. “Well, I kinda haven’t. It’s usually dark when I’m sucking you or your cock is in my ass. Our bodies are pressed together as we get off… I’ve never had my face at your dick in the daylight.”
“Ah. Okay. You’re bothered by my birthmark?”
He shakes his head. “No. I… Uh, I’ve sucked you before. And… we’ve fucked before.”
Amused, I nod. “Yeah, Brent. I’m aware.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “No. I mean… the glory hole.” He looks down at my dick and touches the birthmark. “Unless there’s someone else running around with a dick just like yours.”
I laugh. “No kidding.”
Brent nods and looks up at me again. There’s something almost shy in the way he’s trying to hide behind his hair falling over his forehead.
“Funny thing. I’ve thought about that tight ass right up until we got here. You made me forget all about you by occupying my entire mind.”
He licks his lips. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I nod.
For a minute, we simply stare. The air around us feels charged. Waiting for something. He climbs up my body, pressing his mouth roughly to mine. He rocks his dick against mine, his hands moving over my chest.
I said something right, or at least I think I did. He pulls back and sits up, looking around for something. Before I can ask what, he leans to the side and comes back with the lube. I watch as he shifts down further and sits on my thighs.
He takes my length in his hand, standing it up like a flagpole, and squirts lube on my slit. We watch it slide down and meet his hand. Brent tosses the tube aside. With both hands, he rubs it in, twisting his hands and squeezing my cock as he does. I groan.
The rush of arousal at his hands has my eyes rolling right until he slides down my dick. I groan, hands dropping to his hips to hold him in place while I bury myself deep inside him. He leans forward, hands pressed flat against my chest as he lets me finish.
Our eyes lock together. There’s something hanging between us. Something unsaid. Something heavy but light and good too.
Brent pulls up, letting my dick slide almost all the way out. I meet him when he comes back down, driving my hips up. He gasps, his fingers digging into my pecs.
“I love how sensitive you are,” I say.
“You always hit just right,” he answers, and together, we meet in the middle again. “Your cock is my kryptonite.”
I grin as I watch him. Still staring at me. Refusing to look away. Even as his eyes flutter and try to roll back.
Our rhythm isn’t quick. It’s as if we’re taking our time to enjoy each thrust. Let it resonate through us and settle before we add another jolt of pleasure to our bodies.
The revelation that he was the man on the other side of the glory hole is almost… consuming. In the days following, my brain kept trying to put him there. As if something in that moment had been obviously Brent. My mind was making connections that I consciously didn’t understand.
As we move together, not really chasing the pleasure but sinking further into it with each plunge into his body, my mind floats around, trying to make sense of what I’m feeling right now.
Ecstatic that it was Brent. Overwhelmed that it was him. Trying to understand whether that is supposed to mean something. What is he feeling? Is it as indescribable as what I’m feeling? Does he feel as weak and vulnerable as I do, a slave to emotions I can’t name but afraid to let go of?
I grip his ass and pull my cock from him as he lifts up. My cockhead presses against his hole. Sitting there. Waiting. Wanting back in. Brent sinks down. At the onset of his movement, I push up to meet him. The result is a collision that punches air from both of our lungs.
His heat. His tight, tight body. How slick and smooth I move inside him. His struggle to take another breath. The way his arms shake. His mouth hangs open. A bead of sweat clings to the tip of his nose.
Reaching up, I grip his head with a fistful of hair and pull him down to bring our mouths together. I urge his body down, too, with my hand at the small of his back, forcing his legs wider. He grunts, whines, but I keep him there so I can move inside him.
He trembles now. I swallow his gasps at each snap of my hips.
He feels so good. I lose myself in his body, intoxicated by how he shakes and whines and clings to me while I bring him to orgasm.
He spills between us, covering me with his release.
I continue to coax him until he’s empty and limp on top of me before working for mine.
There’s something addicting about fucking him with nothing between us.
We’re being stupid about it. I know that.
I’m sure neither of us hook up without protection, but taking unnecessary risks is just dumb.
Yet, as I get closer to emptying, the thrill of filling his body with my cum is far too strong a craving for me to pull out.
Especially with the way he’s extra loud now that he’s come.
His body jerks and spasms with each penetration.
His fingers dig into me. It’s a cocktail too strong for me to resist, and I unleash inside his sexy, tight, hot hole.
Painting his insides with my seed. Listening to him whine and moan as I do.
I’m still spurting when there’s a loud knock on my door. Brent’s jerk isn’t because of what we’re doing now. His eyes get wide as he snaps his head toward the door. Because I’m in the middle of my orgasm, I don’t answer.
“Downstairs in an hour,” my sister yells. “Don’t be late. The boat won’t wait.” She knocks again, making me flinch.
Yep. Orgasm over. My sister’s voice in the middle is all it takes to dry that shit up.
Sighing, I hug Brent to my chest again. I bend my knees between his splayed legs, keeping my softening dick inside him. Slowly, he relaxes until he’s entirely boneless.
“You fuck me so good,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to my sweaty skin. “No one will ever make me feel this good.”
My grip on him tightens as a wave of possessiveness surges through me. No one is going to make him feel this way, period. No one is going to touch him. I’m not going to allow that. Fuck that shit.
Brent only promised me pretend through the holidays. Would he be open to something real when we get back to school? Would he even entertain the idea? Or is this just the magic of the holidays? Is he caught up in having a family Christmas, and it’s spilling over into bed?
He sighs and pulls away. “I don’t know what this boat means, but we should get up.”
I nod, following him without a word as we head to the bathroom.
Brent twists on the shower, and we brush our teeth while it warms up.
I pull him to me once we’re under the spray and bring the detachable showerhead behind him to wash his filled, used hole of everything I put inside it.
Just like we have for the past several mornings.
Brent sighs. His body is heavy against mine; his fingers moving lightly along my back while I gently wash my cum from his ass.
I’ve never thought too far into my future. I’ve never been in a hurry for the life my older brothers have with a wife and kids, and family responsibilities. Yes, I’ve always wanted to begin my career with our winery, but all the other things could wait.
For the first time in my life, I can see the start of that future with someone.
I can imagine spending mornings like this every single day.
Waking up to this man in my arms. Sex or not, it doesn’t matter.
But holding him against me in the shower while we take this moment to connect and wash together?
My heart feels like it’s racing. I hold him tightly to me with one arm and press kisses to his shoulder. How hard do I need to convince this man to give me a real chance? Or have all the things I’ve shared about contracts frightened him away from anything other than pretend?