Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Kit
“WOW,” I MURMURED. “HOW LONG HAS it been?”
“Seventeen goddamn years,” he muttered, sounding well-fucked and tired out.
He meant since we’d last been together, not since his last sexual encounter.
Didn’t he? Because there was no way he hadn’t had a good romp with someone else in almost two decades.
God knew I’d had plenty. And I’d kind of assumed he and George would…
Jealousy burned bright enough I almost flinched.
Gus mumbled, “I… fuck. Sorry. Didn’t mean to, um, go off like that.”
He released his grip on me and shook his head, still refusing to open his eyes.
And no, that was unacceptable. He wasn’t allowed to be embarrassed by something that left me so hard I could scarcely summon the ability to form sentences.
Digging my erection into his thigh, I asked, “Does it feel like I have complaints? That was extremely erotic. Trust me. And you might not have the same recovery time anymore, but you’ve got one. I’m hardly done with you.”
His lashes parted slightly, glancing at me before he cupping my face in one hand and dragging me closer with his other palm on my ass, driving me up to the balls of my feet as he rubbed me against his thigh and caught my mouth in a desperate kiss.
All my focus rushed to the points of contact between us, sweat prickling on my skin as pleasure left me helplessly moaning into his mouth.
Then he let me go and gave me a soft shove backward. “Get undressed and get on the bed. I’m going to clean up and when I get back, it’s my turn to make you lose control.”
He’d never liked being messy for long, and apparently he still didn’t.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I teased, and his gaze flared with unexpected heat. Wetting my lips, I walked back a few steps to give him room to pass while I stripped out of my shirt.
After he left, I swiftly disrobed and climbed onto the mattress. Once on my back, head propped on the pillows, one hand lazily stroking myself, nervous tension and a not insignificant degree of apprehension struck me.
What was I doing?
I’d always wondered what it would be like if I’d never left, if Gus had never broken my heart, and now I’d know. Kind of. Was that worse than wondering? Because we couldn’t pretend forever; reality would rear its nasty head in the morning, and we might both be worse off. Certainly, I would be.
But Gus needed me, and just like he’d almost always come through for me, I was doing the same, would do anything for him tonight no matter the consequences. It was built into my soul to care for August North, no matter how I wished it wasn’t.
When Gus returned, he left the door open, the light from the hallway spilling in yellow behind him.
He was naked but cloaked in shadow as he approached, the bundle of his clothes in his right hand before he dropped them on the low dresser he passed.
I watched through hooded eyelids, faking confidence I didn’t have.
His body was muscular and powerful where mine remained thin and rangy. His used to be too, and the differences were even clearer without a suit covering them up.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked as he moved closer.
“You’re so perfect,” I said, sounding like an awed sixteen-year-old. Embarrassment flooded my face, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard me say in that tone before.
“That’s supposed to be my line,” he murmured. “Look at you.”
The drag of his calloused hands up my thighs as he crawled onto the bed, his gaze intent on mine, made me shiver. His palms slid up my abdomen and chest as he loomed over me, boxing me in. My fingers slipped into his hair, thick strands softly curling between them. God, I’d missed that sensation.
Nosing along my jaw, Gus inhaled deeply before he let out a quiet groan. “You smell different than I remember.”
“Do I?” came my breathless reply.
He hummed, kissing beneath my ear, down my neck, slowly making his way lower, leaving sparkling heat in his wake. I wanted to haul him right back up on top of me, crush him down against me, but some self-protective instinct refused to give in and admit what I needed.
He didn’t seem rusty at all, every brush of his lips against my skin designed to heighten my anticipation.
It couldn’t really have been seventeen years since he’d touched anyone.
So how many people had gotten to be here like this with Gus so fixated on them?
Was it someone I knew? Jealousy I had no right to feel rekindled in my gut, so I squeezed my eyes shut and fought against it.
Those thoughts vanished entirely when Gus brushed his nose over the heavy globes of my balls, breathing in deep again. “Mmm. But you smell exactly the same down here.”
“Fuck.”
His chuckle was low and filthy, and when I glanced down his eyes glittered with amusement that turned molten as he dropped his gaze to my leaking cock.
At this rate, I’d be lucky if I lasted half as long as he had.
Dipping his head, he gripped the base as he teased the tip with his sweet, clever tongue.
Wet heat slicked over and around me, flicking at the underside.
My breath caught and pleasure pulsed down my shaft in rapid bursts.
Clenching my muscles to keep from thrusting up, I let out a tight whimper.
The corners of his full lips tugged up before he wrapped them around my cock, his long lashes drifting shut.
Heat and soft suction engulfed me, his mouth sliding down to meet his hand.
He let out a growl of appreciation that rumbled around me, and my spread-wide thighs shook at the rush of sensation.
“God,” I choked out, watching him work, comparing it to a thousand memories of him just like this, finding they didn’t hold a candle.
It felt better. So much better. Gus started a steady rhythm, up and down, his strong tongue pressing against the shaft, stroking me with silky firm lips and glorious hand.
His lashes rose, his dark gaze burning up at me as the head of my cock slid into his throat.
He swallowed. I struggled to breathe. The flutter of muscle contracting around me danced ripples of pure ecstasy from the tip of my cock through my groin, my lungs going tight with the knowledge it was Gus.
“Nnn. How did I forget how good you were at this?”
He pulled off, his breath gusting over my swollen, glistening head, and I twitched.
My entire body was a live wire. “I used to sit in class and dream about sucking you. Could never wait to get my hands and my mouth on you again. Couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted, the sounds you made for me.
” He laughed breathlessly when I moaned, my balls drawing up.
“Yeah, just like that. All high-pitched and needy, like you’d die if I didn’t make you come. ”
“Feels… unh.” He blew cool air along my shaft, and my thoughts stuttered with the shivery rush. “Feels like it. Finish the job, Gus.”
“When I’m good and ready,” he mocked, echoing my earlier tease.
My disbelieving laugh cut off when he surged up to kiss me, eagerly pushing his tongue into my mouth.
The taste of myself on his lips subsumed my senses, flamed through me like nothing else.
Like even if I couldn’t claim his heart anymore, at least I could claim his body, and he was mine in this moment as surely as I was his.
Against my lips, he confessed, “I used to have a recurring fantasy that we’d skip school and I’d fuck you in here, on your tiny bed where we’d barely fit, and I’d do it so hard and so good that you’d lie here every night and think about it, think about me.
Want me so badly, you’d climb the tree to get in my window and beg me for it. ”
“I already basically did that.”
He grinned in the shadow between us. “Sometimes,” he allowed, before his expression hardened. “I wanted to make it so good you’d never want anyone else, but I was just a kid, what did I know?”
Swallowing hard, I clenched my jaw shut. I couldn’t even admit to myself I never had truly wanted anyone else. Besides, I wasn’t the one who made it a necessity. I wasn’t the one who—
Gus scattered my objections with a brutal kiss, stealing my breath and making us both groan as he dropped his weight down over me, sliding a forearm beneath my head.
His other hand rested on the base of my throat as the slick head of my cock slid along the firm, burning length of his, and it felt so good I thrust up and did it again.
“We’re not kids anymore,” he muttered when he let up.
Directed at me or himself?
“You’re breaking your own rule,” I said, shakily.
If we were going to do this, I needed the shield of his request. Too many emotions were sinking claws into me—comforting him was rapidly shifting into flaying our hearts open and bleeding on the clean white linens.
“We’re supposed to be pretending things didn’t go wrong.
Can we keep pretending?” I hated how close my voice came to breaking, hated the pained expression that crossed Gus’ face.
He dropped his forehead to mine and took a few deep breaths before he gently kissed the tip of my nose, then grazed his lips over my left cheekbone.
“You’re right.” It was soft and sweet, and a lump formed in my throat.
His mouth brushed mine again, so tender and easy, the slow glide of his tongue around mine gentle.
For a moment we were sixteen again, learning the taste and feel of each other with nothing but curiosity, blinding hot desire, and longing too enormous to be contained.
Wrapping my hand around his shoulder, I pulled him down, needing the feel of him crushing me.
Craving the way he surrounded me, pressed into me, every inch of our sweat-damp skin touching and sliding as we heaved against each other, pleasure so sweltering and urgent my toes curled.
The moan that erupted from Gus spurred me; I’d missed that unashamed, desperate sound.