CHAPTER 2 #2
I swallowed thickly, wondering why Riggs always did this to me. He had always been able to affect me this way. To make me feel as if I were losing my mind, even though he never pushed. He was just there. Always. Making me feel like I was the center of his universe, even for those brief moments.
He tugged on the bottom of my shirt as he kissed me again, then left a trail of kisses down my neck, biting gently on my skin.
I groaned and lifted my hands, helping him strip off my shirt.
I tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, and we both moved, the friction given the placement of my hips nearly sending me over the edge.
Riggs groaned, a smile playing on his lips. “Jesus. I’m going to come in my jeans. I didn’t even do that when we were teenagers.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I whispered before sliding my hand down his body. He was all muscle but he wasn’t bulky. I was thicker than he was, actually, from my days of manual labor that were a little different than a bartender’s. Only I could tell that Riggs worked out.
“Swimming,” Riggs said with a wink, his hands on my belt loop.
“What?” I asked, images of my tongue all over his chest and everywhere else filling my mind. I hadn’t been paying attention.
“I could read your thoughts on your face. It’s swimming. I use the Y every morning. That’s why I look as sexy as I do.”
He preened, and I threw my head back and laughed.
And then Riggs’ mouth was on my nipple, and I groaned, sliding my hands through his long hair. It brushed his collar whenever he wore a shirt. Now, the strands slid over my skin, and I shivered, wanting more.
Then I was on my back. I wasn’t sure how that had happened. Riggs settled between my legs, and he left gentle kisses all over my skin.
“I’ve missed this taste,” he mumbled against me as he pressed his mouth to my stomach below my belly button.
“We’re doing this, then?” I asked, looking down at him, the position nearly making me come right then and there.
“We’ll stop whenever you want. But I will beg. Don’t think I won’t.”
“Riggs, you never had to beg for me.”
And that was the problem.
I licked my lips and ran my hands down my body so I could play with the ends of Riggs’ hair. He grinned, kissed below my belly button again, and then worked on my belt. I lifted my hips as he slowly undid the button on my jeans and then pulled down the zipper.
We both groaned as he slid his hand into my boxer briefs and gripped me. The feel of his callused hand wrapped around my cock nearly sent me over the edge. He pulled me out, pumped me slightly, and then slid his thumb over the tip, spreading the fluid there.
“I think I forgot exactly what I used to do with this. I’d better practice.” He winked as he said it, and I opened my mouth to say something snarky back to him. Only I couldn’t think anymore. I groaned as he swallowed the tip of my dick, hollowing his mouth slightly as he started to work me.
I lifted my hips unconsciously, filling his mouth as he swallowed me whole, the tip of my cock reaching the back of his throat.
And then he gulped, taking me deeper. I nearly came right then.
I had to breathe through my mouth, panting as he continued working me, pulling me more out of my boxers as he cupped my balls, rolling them around in his hand.
When he hollowed his cheeks again and hummed along my length, I nearly came off the couch and pulled out of his mouth.
“Okay. Apparently, I’m a little trigger-happy,” I said with a laugh, running my hands through my hair.
Riggs just grinned at me and shook his head. “I wasn’t nearly done with you yet.”
“I don’t think it’s fair that I don’t have my hands on you.”
“True.” He looked around the living room and frowned. “Not enough room here. Come on,” he said as he stood and held out his hand.
I swallowed hard and rose, pulling my pants up a bit so I didn’t trip over them. I was still partially hanging out, and his eyes darkened as he looked down at me.
I slid my hand into his and let him drag me to the bedroom.
As soon as we entered the room, he pressed me against the wall—a little forcefully—and then dropped to his knees.
He sucked me down again, and I pulled at his hair, groaning. “I thought you said we needed more room so we could both play?”
“Sorry, you know me, blowjobs are my favorite thing.”
“Really? I always thought you liked it when I played with your ass,” I said with a laugh.
“Okay, blowjobs are one of my many favorite things. Now, get on the bed.”
I shook my head and pulled him up, crushing my mouth to his. “No, first you’re going to take off your pants, and I’m going to see if I remember exactly how big your dick is.”
“You are so sweet. Were you this sweet before?”
“Shut up and get on the bed.”
“Whatever you say, darling.”
Riggs shook his head and slowly began walking to the bed, undoing his belt slowly as if doing a little striptease for me. I swallowed hard and shucked off my shoes and my jeans as quickly as I could.
Riggs did the same, no longer caring to play. And then my mouth was on his, and we were both falling onto the bed, our dicks pressed together as we clawed at each other, not trying for dominance, simply kissing and needing, each of us touching with gentle grazes and then harsher pulls.
He was so hot, and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but want his taste. Want him in me. Want to be in him.
When we were younger, we hadn’t cared who topped. And I still didn’t. I liked fucking. I liked being fucked. I wasn’t sure if Riggs had changed in his preferences. And then he looked at me, my dick in his hand as mine was wrapped around his length, and we both groaned.
“Who wants to go first?” he asked, teasing.
“You saying you still don’t mind?”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you, Clay. You know that.”
Something in his gaze told me that if we did this now, we wouldn’t want to stop. Only I’d told him I didn’t have the time. That I couldn’t take anything for myself outside of this moment. I had to hope he understood that.
I nodded and kissed him again, afraid that I would say too much if I said anything. That had been another problem before. I always said too much. Wanted too much. And then I was disappointed when neither of us could provide it.
We adjusted ourselves in the bed, both of us leaning on our sides as I took him into my mouth, doing my best to swallow as much of him as I could. He was wider than I was, but I was longer, and we’d always joked that it had worked out perfectly in the end.
I hummed around his dick, wanting him to come down my throat, but also wanting him to come inside me. I wanted everything. But we only had tonight, so I had to be smart. I had to make sure I didn’t take too much. That I didn’t want too much.
I worked on him as he swallowed me down, both of us groaning as we bumped into each other’s throats. When he slid his finger back, spreading me, I did the same to him.
We both froze, and Riggs let out a rough chuckle. “I think I’m going to need to be inside you. What do you say?”
I sat and pulled him towards me before kissing him hard. “I’m saying you’d better have fucking lube.”
Riggs rolled his eyes. “What do you take me for? Of course, I have lube.” He kissed me again before rolling to the side and pulling out what we needed from his bedside table.
And then he was over me again, both of us working on each other, not speaking. We didn’t need to. I just kissed him, wanting more, needing more but knowing that it might be too much if I asked for it. Especially if I begged.
I lay there, his dick in my hand as he worked on me. When he was between my legs, sliding over me, I groaned, the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance.
“You ready?” he asked after he had worked on me enough that I saw stars and was nearly ready to come at a single touch of his cock.
“I’ve been waiting,” I groaned.
Then he pressed inside. Both of us stopped breathing, doing our best not to come.
He was big, almost too big, but I wanted it.
The aching burn was nearly too much. I pumped myself, squeezing my dick as Riggs kept my thighs wide, pressing into me.
And then his mouth was on my shoulder, and he was balls-deep.
Suddenly, there were no more words. No more thoughts.
He moved, and I arched for him. It was like before, yet it wasn’t. We weren’t those people anymore, learning each other and fumbling. No, we were men with secrets, pasts. People who couldn’t have a future—at least not together.
I groaned, arching up into him again. When I was close to the edge with him rubbing me in just the right place, he reached between us, holding my hand over my dick, and squeezed. And then I came, spilling over my stomach as Riggs groaned, filling the condom.
He kissed me again slowly as we both came down, and I looked up at him. Peered into the face that had filled thousands of vivid dreams for me for as long as I’d known him.
And I knew if I said anything, it would likely be the wrong thing. So, I just kissed him and pretended that I would be okay when I had to walk away.
That I wouldn’t think about him again. That I wouldn’t regret that this could only be one night.
It had to be.
He was Riggs, and I was Clay.
He was the jock. I was the nerd. He had a life, and my life was my family. I didn’t even have time for myself.
Therefore, I didn’t have time for Riggs.
Only maybe, just maybe, I’d have time for dreams.
If I let myself.