Chapter 6
PERRY
We did end up winning the game, which Darby and his team were not even mad about as they would have conceded and lost anyway, and it wasn’t terrible to say they lost by a single point to an Olympic curler.
Evan bounced all the way home.
His energy was infectious, leaving me jittery by the time we walked through the door. He laughed when I rounded on him, before we’d even taken our boots off, and pushed him roughly up against the door.
“Hey,” he said, grinning and breathless.
I kissed him in response, grinding my mouth down over his.
For an instant, he stilled, accepting the kiss, and then he kissed back, moaning in surrender when I dragged my tongue along his lips. Fuck me, the sound of him giving everything I wanted from him got the blood flowing straight south.
“Ev, I wanna fuck you. Hard.”
“Mmmf.” It was tough for him to respond when I wouldn’t let him up for air, but his hands fisted in my parka, and he nodded as much as he could with his head braced against the door.
“Jeans down,” I demanded, stepping back so fast he gasped and staggered. “Over the couch.”
He was quick to comply, shedding his coat and dropping his jeans to his knees as he bent his upper half over the back of the couch. He braced his hands on the cushions, and stared back at me over his shoulder. “Like this?”
I had already dumped my own coat and was working on getting my belt open with trembling fingers. “Yeah.”
He reached between the couch cushions and found a bottle of lube, which said a lot about our sex life. Handing it back over his shoulder, he dropped lower so he was folded in half over the couch and his ass was high and on offer.
I fucking wanted to slap it, turn his cheeks good and red, but that wasn’t something we’d ever talked about, so I settled for slathering a generous dollop of lube over my cock and lining it up at his entrance.
“You want prep?” I asked.
He was shaking his head before all three words made it out of my mouth. “Just fucking.” His voice was low and breathy, and his back rose end fell rapidly. Both his hands clasped tight together in front of him. Everything about his body was tight with anticipation.
Too tight.
So instead of ramming into him like I wanted, I parted his ass cheeks, rubbing my thumbs in circles over his hole, sliding the tip of one, then the other inside him, just enough to penetrate. Not enough to do anything but frustrate him.
“Perry!”
“Relax.”
“Fuck me.”
I pushed both thumbs in to the first knuckle and he groaned. But his head dropped and his back muscles relaxed as he rocked back onto my thumbs, forcing them in a little deeper.
A sigh bled out of him.
“Please,” he begged. “Want it so bad.”
He did. I knew that. He always did, and I loved that uninhibited part of him, even if half the time, I didn’t feel like I could hope to keep up.
Easing my thumbs free, I held his cheeks apart and aimed. Resting the head of my dick against his opening. “How bad do you want it?” I asked, stopping there, exposing him, teasing him with the feel of imminent penetration, but doing nothing.
“Sooo bad.” A shudder ran through him and he whimpered.
I tightened my grip on his hips, so he knew I had him. “Gonna ream you,” I promised.
He nodded, emphatic, shivering harder, doing his best not to push back and take what he wanted. Waiting was the hardest thing for him. Taking him the way he wanted, deep in his soul, was hard for me.
I appreciated he kept me anyway.
Bracing myself, I pushed into him, hard, steady, not as fast as he probably wanted, but as fast as I could make myself go, especially when I heard his gasp and the catch of his breath as the stretch and burn hit him.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, and then, before I could do anything as rash as pull out, or hesitate, he rocked back, impaling himself the rest of the way onto my dick with a shout of satisfaction.
It was how he rolled. He knew better than to let me go at my own speed if he was going to get the fucking he wanted.
So I obliged him, pulling back, ramming back in, fucking hard, listening to his grunts and gasps, waiting for the sounds that told me I had the right angle. After that, it was fast, hard, and dirty.
I tried to outlast him, but like always, hard as I tried, I wasn’t quite enough to get him off before I blew my own load. Like always, he didn’t complain.
I hauled him up, still inside him, thrusting a few more times while I jacked his cock and he wrapped an arm around to grip the back of my head.
It wasn’t a good angle to keep me seated, but it didn’t matter at that point, as his hips started moving to the rhythm of my strokes.
I wrapped my other hand around the base of his jaw, drawing his head back onto my shoulder and he moaned, finally stiffening in my grip and spurting his come over my fingers.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Fu-uck.” He wilted and I had to wrap an arm around his chest to keep him on his feet. “Baby,” he whispered, leaning back into me.
I laid kisses down his neck, along his earlobe, and he shivered and sighed.
“I fucking love you, you know,” I said against his skin.
“So much.” I needed him to know that. I needed it soaked into his skin, baked into his bones for the day when he realized, finally, that I really wasn’t enough for him.
He swivelled and twisted until he was facing me, our now flaccid cocks nesting together, and wrapped his arms around me. It felt so good to be wrapped up in him, for that short moment, held together as he nuzzled his face into my wild curls.
“Love you too, Pere. Can’t believe you keep me.” He squeezed until I couldn’t breathe. “Thank you.”
He was ridiculous. Of course I kept him. He was the prize. I was the lucky one. I hadn’t expected him to listen to me at that party when I’d told him to get up and get dressed. Hadn’t expected him to follow me out the door, or sit in the diner all night eating twenty-four-hour breakfast.
When he’d followed me home, asked to go to the curling rink with me, kissed me in the parking lot, I hadn’t had the guts to tell him I was probably the kind of guy he usually avoided. Too dull. Too straight. Too plain. Too me.
Yet here we still were and I wasn’t about to lie to myself and say I understood it.