Chapter 32
PEYTON
Holding Avery while he came back down to earth had to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever experienced. I loved watching and hearing and feeling and tasting him lose control, and holding him against me while he trembled and caught his breath between kisses was seriously hot.
My God, this had been like every fantasy I’d ever had about him come to life.
That kiss in his kitchen had felt like something that had been years in the making.
One touch of his lips, all I’d been able to think was, “yes, finally.” As if everything—the last few weeks, hell, my whole damn life—had been leading up to that moment, and it had finally happened.
In that instant, I hadn’t thought any further ahead.
It was both a complete surprise and made perfect sense that we’d gone from kissing against the counter to getting each other off in bed.
When our lips had met, I hadn’t imagined I was minutes away from being inside him and a few more away from him coming on my tongue.
How did that happen? clashed with Of course it happened in my jumbled thoughts, but mostly, I was overwhelmed with…
satisfaction didn’t even seem to be the right word. Relief? Perfection? I didn’t know.
I just knew I felt amazing right now, and I absolutely loved the way his man’s beautiful naked body fit against mine while our mouths lazily moved together.
After God only knew how long, we came up for air. Avery gazed up at me with blissed-out eyes, then glanced down at our sweaty bodies and asked, “Join me for a shower?”
I grinned. “Is this a shower where we get clean?” I eased onto my side and slid a hand down over his perfect ass. “Or where we rinse off some cum and lube, and then just get started again?”
The hunger burning in his eyes almost had us getting started right then and there. “It’s the kind of shower where we take a lube bottle with us just in case the bed is too far away.”
“Ooh, I love the way you think.” I pulled him back in for a kiss. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up fucking you over something.”
Avery whimpered into my kiss. “Promise?”
Fucking hell, I’d hit the jackpot, hadn’t I?
“Guess we’ll find out.” I stole another light kiss. “Let’s go.”
He grabbed the lube bottle, and we got up. It was a genuine miracle my legs stayed under me as we got out of Avery’s bed. Judging by the way he leaned on me, he wasn’t any better off.
But it gave us an excuse to lean on each other, so I didn’t object.
Especially once we were in the shower, attention divided between getting clean and getting close.
Avery had the most gorgeous body, and I loved the way he felt pressed up against me, arms around my neck as we kissed and water cascaded around and between us.
“Shame we can’t get away with this in the locker room,” I murmured.
Avery’s drunken laugh was musical. “I mean, we could try, but I feel like there might be a few objections.”
“Just a few,” I said, and claimed his mouth again.
The shower swallowed most of his soft moan, but I caught the thrum of it against my lips, and I wanted more.
One roll in the hay, one shower, and I was already hooked on everything about him, from the helpless sounds he made to the magic he worked with his mouth.
I’d had a crush or two in the past who’d been letdowns in bed, but Avery Caldwell was not one of them.
He was everything I’d imagined and then some, from an artful kisser to a vocal, responsive bottom.
I couldn’t get enough of running my hands all over his body, tracing every muscle and plane and angle, memorizing contours as if I’d never touched another human in my life.
And predictably, holding him close and making out with him like this had everything below my waist stirring before too much longer.
As my dick hardened between us, Avery rubbed against me, his own cock starting to come back to life too.
The lazy kissing in between getting clean turned to hungrily devouring each other’s mouths as we rutted and groped and wound each other up all over again.
“I swear to God, my sex drive has been MIA for ages,” he panted. “But now that you’re here…”
Then we were kissing again, and oh yeah, his sex drive was definitely alive and well. So was mine.
“We should get out of the shower,” I growled. “I want to fuck you someplace we won’t slip and fall.”
The answer to that was the sudden silence of the water shutting off. Avery met my gaze with smoldering eyes, and neither of us had to say a word.
We got out of the shower and started toweling off, but damn if I could concentrate on anything but him. His skin was flushed from the shower, his hair wet and falling over his shoulders, his cock completely hard—why the fuck weren’t my hands on him?
I put my towel aside, grabbed him, and pulled him to me, letting his towel fall to the floor at our feet.
The sound he made when I kissed him was all need and surrender; and his nails dug into my shoulders as he held me to him.
We were still wet from the shower—too wet to get into bed—but I couldn’t wait another minute.
I turned him and leaned him up against the bathroom counter. “I want to fuck you again,” I moaned, rubbing my dick against him. “Jesus, Avery…”
His little whimper was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “Please do.”
“Where’s the lube?”
He snatched it off the counter since apparently one of us had been smart enough to get it on the way out of the shower. “Hurry up.” He shoved the bottle into my had. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Greedy,” I purred, and turned him around. “I love it.”
He leaned over his forearms on the counter, offering up his ass like a perfect gift.
I worked fast and put a generous amount of lube on both of us.
Then I pushed his knees apart, and he gasped as if his brain had just caught up and realized this was really happening.
Or like he was just aroused out of his mind.
When I guided my cock to his hole, he spread his legs even wider and leaned back against me. I went slow—he’d already come once, so he might be too sensitive to really rail him—and we both gasped as I breached him.
And just like that, I was in him again, holding onto his hips as our groans echoed off the bathroom walls while I slid in and out. Oh, God, he was beautiful. And tight. And loud. Those choked little moans were going to be my undoing, and I thrust just a bit harder to drive more of them out of him.
“Jesus, Peyton…” He took one arm off the counter, and when he started stroking himself, his hole tightened around me. I grunted and tried for all I was worth to match his rhythm, but hell if I could think about anything except this delicious friction and this stunning man in front of me.
The steam on the mirror was starting to clear. Vague shapes resolved into a clearer image of him and me fucking over the counter, and oh, hell, that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered. “Look at us.”
His eyelids fluttered, then opened, and when his eyes focused, a shiver went through him. “Oh, God…”
I ran a hand up the middle of his back and into his hair, which I gripped just tight enough to make him gasp. “You look so hot like this. Can’t decide… Can’t decide if I want to watch your face or my dick.”
He just moaned and leaned back against me.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh. Just…” he panted. “Fuck. Put on some more lube. I want… I want it hard.”
Before he’d even finished speaking, I’d pulled out and grabbed the lube off the counter. A few strokes, and I was good and slick, and Avery whined as I thrust back into him.
“That better?” I growled in his ear, and thrust again.
He moaned, clawing at the marble wall. “Fuuuck, yeah.”
“Not too sensit—”
“More.”
“Oh, God…” I had to grab his hips just to keep myself upright.
Avery pumped himself furiously, his curses and groans echoing off the marble all around us. So damn hot. So damn…
I wanted to see more.
I stopped and pulled out, and before he could protest, I manhandled him around and started toward the bedroom. “Got a better idea,” I whispered, and he went without arguing, stumbling a little on his way to the bed.
“Here.” I stopped him beside the bed and stole a long kiss. Then I told him to lie back with his ass right up to the edge. From his grin, he knew where this was going.
With his legs around my waist, I pushed back inside, and Avery was already stroking himself as he arched off the bed and begged, “Hard. Do it hard.”
“Exactly what I had in mind,” I said through my teeth, and I gave it to him hard.
The bed shrieked and shook, and Avery cried out all kinds of pleas for more in between curses and wordless, needy sounds as his hand blurred on his own dick.
Totally worth stopping to change position, because this was an even hotter view.
I loved the way he looked, laid out in front of me like that, jerking himself off for all he was worth while I pounded his tight ass.
Every muscle in his body stood out, including that mouthwatering six-pack, and every stroke one of us took registered on his face as pure bliss.
“God, yeah,” he breathed. “Make… Make me come, baby.”
Oh, hell, that almost made me come.
“Yeah,” I panted. “Come for me.”
He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, arching off the mattress again as he kept pumping himself.
Fuck, he was so hot. I wasn’t usually one to come at the same time as my partner, but I was sure that if he came, I was going to come with him.
I was so damn turned on, so close, and watching him start to come unraveled was more than I could take.
I was a breath away from begging him to take us both there when he gasped and tensed. Cum dotted those six-pack abs, and I was right there with him, thrusting as deep as he could take me and coming until I couldn’t possibly have anything left.
Then I exhaled and slumped over him.
Avery sighed, wrapping his arms around me, and I let my forehead rest on his collarbone.
“We’re gonna…” I paused to catch my breath. “We’re gonna need another shower.”
He laughed and carded his fingers through my hair. “Probably won’t need the lube this time.”
“No, definitely not.” I pushed myself up on shaking arms and met his beautiful hazel eyes. “Pretty sure that’s all I’ve got for a while.”
His smile was so sweet and adorable. “You and me both. But we can clean up and chill in bed.”
That sounded like a great idea, and it was exactly what we did.
There was some kissing and touching in the shower of course, but neither of us did anything to get the other spun up.
We even managed to get dried off this time, and then into some gym shorts before we stumbled downstairs to the kitchen.
“I’m not as good a cook as you are,” he said. “But I can probably put something edible together.”
“Edible is fine. Do you need any help?”
“Nah.” He flashed me that cute smile. “I’ve got it.”
Fair enough. I took a seat at one of the barstools by the kitchen island while he rifled around in the fridge and cabinets.
He laid out the makings for what I suspected was a simple pasta dish, and my stomach growled audibly. He must’ve heard it, because he glanced at me and chuckled, but he didn’t comment.
He put on a pot of water to boil, then started cutting up some tomatoes. “So, I guess the question is—what next?”
I cocked my head. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, are we…” He paused, gnawing his lip. “Like are we fuck buddies, or…?”
Oh. Okay, we were diving into that topic. “Well, I don’t want to put any pressure on either of us. We’re good at being friends. We’re good in bed.” I half-shrugged. “Maybe play the rest by ear? See how it evolves on its own?”
Avery studied me across the island before shifting his attention back to the knife and tomatoes. “That works. Though… if we’re going to keep nixing condoms…”
I sat up a little and nodded. “Right. Right. Well.” I cleared my throat. “I’m good with us being exclusive. We just don’t have to start signing leases or looking for rings, you know?”
His sudden laugh was a relief. “No, no. Definitely not that. But yes to being exclusive.” He looked at me through his lashes, his expression kind of shy.
“I don’t, um… I don’t have any objection to being more than fuck buddies, though.
Just so we’re clear. We don’t have to be, but if you want to be… ”
I absently thumbed the edge of the granite countertop. “I… don’t have any objection either. It, um… What we’re doing so far feels right. I’m open to more—I just don’t want us slapping names on things and putting too much pressure on. We can see where it goes?”
With a soft smile, he nodded. “I like that idea.”
“Me too.” I liked it a lot, if the thumping of my heart was anything to go by. Sex with Avery was all my fantasies and then some. Dating him? Possibly turning into something more?
Oh, hell. I could definitely get used to this.