Thirty-Three
Kaleb
A knock on my apartment door has me bolting up from my couch, ending my hour-long session of surfing through Netflix titles while waiting for Avery. I flick open the lock and yank the door open with far more force than necessary, and if it were anyone else on the other side, I’d probably be embarrassed by my eagerness.
But the second I find Avery’s devastating smile waiting for me, my heart melts.
“Hi,” I say on a soft exhale.
If possible, his grin grows wider as he takes a step over the threshold and slips a hand around the back of my neck.
“Hi, yourself,” he murmurs.
I’m not sure who moves first, but it doesn’t matter when our lips collide in a brutal crash that nearly knocks me off my feet. My hands instantly wrap around his lower back, steadying myself before pulling him against my body to deepen the kiss. That’s all it takes for the worry and tension and heartache from the past few months to disappear.
Completely erased by the feel of his lips on mine.
“How did it go?” I ask between kisses. “You took longer than I was expecting.”
“Aspen almost hit me with his car, to start.”
“ What? ”
Pulling away, my gaze quickly takes stock of him, assessing for any possible injuries. But Avery’s quick to drag my lips back to his.
“I said almost ,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“But—”
“Is this really what you wanna talk about right now?” He shifts, pressing one kiss after another to my jaw in quick succession while mumbling between them. “Because, as I recall, you mentioned something about making up for lost time.”
Yeah, he makes a good point. Which is why I concede without batting an eye.
“Fine, tell me after.”
And then it’s my turn to reel him back in for more.
Lips still molded together, I grab Avery by the front of his shirt and blindly lead us deeper into my apartment. We leave a trail of clothing along the way, stripping each other down to nothing as we head straight for my bedroom down the hall.
After fumbling with the handle, I haul him inside, then break the kiss by pushing him down on my bed. He lands on his back, bouncing against the mattress with an amused chuckle, but it quickly dies when I kneel between his thighs and cover his body with my own.
Slipping my hand between us, I palm his cock and rub the heel against the sensitive spot below the head; a place I’ve learned is his favorite to be touched.
“Christ, Kaleb,” he hisses against my mouth before kissing me again.
My fingers wrap around his length, and I give him a firm stroke while my tongue teases the seam of his lips. He opens for me instantly, and I dive in for more, kissing him with a furious need. Taking no prisoners as I devour him.
He’s already arching into my touch, seeking more friction as I jack his length slowly, only to tease the head while I roll my palm over it. It’s enough to pull a tortured moan from his lips, and he shakes his head.
“Inside me, Kaleb. Please, don’t make me beg.”
Besides those three little words from earlier, that may well be the best thing I’ve heard all day. As much as I love tormenting him, I don’t have the patience for it right now. In fact, if I’m not inside him in the next twenty seconds, I may lose my damn mind.
“I’ll save it for round two,” I promise with a low chuckle.
Pressing a kiss to his jaw, I push back and grab the lube from my nightstand and make quick work of coating myself with the liquid. My heart hammers wildly against my ribs as I position myself between his thighs again, swiping the head of my cock against his rim.
I press my hips forward until the tight ring of muscle gives way, allowing me to slide inside. His ass pulses and clamps tightly around me while he adjusts, and I swear, nothing has ever felt this good. I doubt anything ever could.
“God, I missed you,” I rasp against his lips before stealing another kiss. “I missed you so fucking much, baby.”
He moans into my mouth when I start moving faster, pistoning my hips against his ass. Our bodies rock together in a steady rhythm like that, chasing a high only the other can provide, until it’s not enough. Never will it ever be enough.
I want to own and be owned by him in every way possible.
Shifting my weight back to my heels, I grip Avery’s hips and take him with me until he’s straddling my lap, my cock still buried deep inside his ass. Impossibly deep, from the way he’s clamping around me.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead falling to mine as he adjusts.
I give him a second, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before whispering, “Feet on the mattress, baby. On either side of me.”
He leans back, eyes tinting with confusion, but he obeys the order, planting them on either side of my legs.
“Mmm. Looks like I just need my cock inside you to make you listen,” I tease, equally playful and seductive. “Put one hand behind you and lean some weight on it.”
Once again, he doesn’t look sure, but he follows my instructions anyway by shifting his weight back until he can place one hand on the bed.
“Perfect, baby. That’s exactly it,” I praise, already loving this new position.
I hold his hips, keeping most of his weight on my thighs. With him right where I want him now, I rock my pelvis back and give him a sharp, measured thrust. His eyes widen, a long groan falling from his lips.
“Oh my God,” he pants when I pump onto him again. “Keep going just like that.”
I have no intention of stopping. Not until both of us are breathless, boneless, and covered in cum. Fuck, even then, I might try to find a way to tease my cock back to life after I’ve filled his ass to the brim.
Sharp twinges in my lower abdomen alert me that I won’t last much longer, and from the soft groans and pants leaving him, neither will he.
I wanted to take it slow, really savor the moment. I wanted to make this feel different than all the times before. I wanted him to feel how much I love him in the way I worship his body.
Painstakingly slow. Unrushed adoration.
But that’s all gone right out the window.
It’s not long before Avery’s using the hand resting on the mattress for leverage to meet my hips, placing the other on my neck to steady himself while our bodies collide. He finds a rhythm quickly, riding me with every drop of his hips over my length as much as I’m fucking him with relentless, upward thrusts.
That’s when I realize this is different than all the times before.
It’s never been a fusion of souls, melding together and becoming one.
“You’re so perfect, Aves. So mine.”
I continue praising him like that, enraptured with awe as he bounces up and down on my dick. His own is trapped between us, leaking all over our stomachs as we continue moving together, rocking and grinding and chasing. Using each other, taking what we can. Seeking what only the other can give.
I realize now, that’s not just pleasure but love too.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his head falling backward. “I’m so close already.”
“Good. Come,” I pant. Leaning forward, I take the opportunity to lick a path from his collarbone to his throat. “I come undone when your ass clenches around me, baby. Let me feel it. Take me with you.”
Just the thought has me ready to burst at the seams.
Avery’s gaze darkens, blue irises taking on an indigo shade as his hand leaves my neck. Reaching between us, he palms his cock and strokes it with quick, furious movements, hand moving over his length in a blur.
That’s it, baby.
Spurred on by his frenzied movement, I match his pace, driving my hips forward as fast as I can. It feels like heaven every time I impale him impossibly deep on my cock.
Like coming home, like finding that one missing puzzle piece.
Everything about it is so fucking perfect, I’m not even sure it’s real.
But when his eyes find mine again, I realize it doesn’t matter. If it’s a dream, then let me stay asleep forever.
“Kaleb, I—”
He doesn’t have the chance to finish, his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks and stealing his ability to speak. Cum spurts from his cock, landing on both our stomachs.
“God, I love watching you fall apart for me,” I rasp, still pistoning into him with quick movements. “Love feeling you grip me like a fucking vise.”
My hold on his hips tightens, and I lose all sense of control, fucking up into him with the frenzied need to find release. Instinct alone has taken over, my body driving itself closer and closer to the edge until there’s no place left to go but over.
And then I’m weightless, barreling toward the earth while slamming my hips upward one final time. My body shakes as I come deep inside Avery, burying myself to the hilt while his ass constricts and pulses around me from his own climax.
“Holy shit.”
Sated and gasping for air, I wrap my arms around his back and pull him tight against my chest, supporting his whole weight again. His hands slide up and down my spine, fingers dancing lightly over each vertebrae as we both try to catch our breath.
Finding the crook of his neck, I rest my forehead over his thrumming pulse and come down from my high, completely immersed in this man in my arms.
Nothing matters but him.
We have to move eventually, though, because my knees are starting to ache, and I can feel my softening dick slowly slipping from his ass. But I’m still greedy for his touch, so I do the best thing I can think of by pulling out and dropping us down to the mattress in a heap.
Avery chuckles when I land half on top of him, his body vibrating against me. “We’re still covered in cum. You know that, right?”
I do, I just don’t give a shit.
“Is that supposed to deter me from post-sex cuddling?” I ask, glancing up at him.
He laughs. “Apparently not.”
Regardless, I do shift off of him, but only to grab my underwear from the floor to wipe us clean, shooting him a look that says happy now? Then I’m back in the bed, tucked into his side with my head resting on his shoulder, and enjoying the feel of his skin pressed to mine
My fingers trace over his stomach, dipping into the valleys between his abs when he suddenly breaks the easy silence that settled over us.
“What position was that?”
“Some variation of lotus, I think?” When he lets out a low hum, I frown. “Why, was it not okay?”
“Oh, quite the opposite. I think that may be my new favorite.”
I laugh, propping myself on an elbow so I can look at him easier. “I’ll make a note of it.”
“Good. I like being able to ride you while you can still fuck me.”
His eyes take on a shy glimmer, despite the filthy things we just did to each other, and I think there will never be a day when this amazing man doesn’t find a way to surprise me.
“Mmm. So what I’m hearing is you’re starting to get greedy,” I tease.
“Only for you.”
I’m about to pull him into my arms and kiss the daylights out of him when he shifts away, moving to get off the mattress entirely.
Uh, I think the fuck not.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” I chide, frowning like a petulant child.
Then, because I’m just as greedy as he is, my fingers wrap around his wrist, and I drag him back onto the mattress. He lands with a laugh, which quickly turns into a gasp when my other hand slides up his chest to grip his throat.
His teeth sink into his lower lip, biting back a sinful smirk. “I was just gonna get a glass of water. Is that okay?”
“Nope,” I say, popping the P. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Oh, really? You planning to tie me up so I can’t escape?”
I let out a low hum of approval. “That could be arranged, if you’d be into it.”
His nostrils flare, eyes smoldering with lust and intrigue, surprising me once again. But not as much as his raspy, “I think I would.”
A grin spreads over my face. I’d meant it as a joke, but with that tidbit of information, a whole slew of new, dirty fantasies unlock in an instant. It’s a damn good thing we have all the time in the world to explore them, now that he’s back in my arms for good.
My hand leaves his throat then, moving to brush back the sweat-dampened strands that have fallen over his forehead. His eyes lock with mine as he leans into the touch, almost nuzzling my hand, and it’s such an innocent and vulnerable act, I can’t help my heart from swelling at the sight.
“I love you.”
From the smile that overtakes his face, I may as well have hung the moon and all the stars in the sky just for him.
“Never have I ever been happier to hear three words leave your lips.”
I chuckle and press my lips against his jaw, because I know exactly what he means. It was the same thought I had when he said it the first time—and every time since.
“Well, Aves, I think we both have to put a finger down for that one.”