Chapter 27 #2
“I was going to blow you after I came,” I murmured. “But being in you while you come is…” I trailed off into a groan as I started rocking slowly in and out again.
Garrett shuddered. “God, I love your filthy mouth.”
I laughed softly and kissed his shoulder again.
“I want you to come.” He turned his head until he found my lips. “Come in me.”
“It’s not too much? Right after you—”
“No. Just… not too hard?”
“I can do that.” I kissed him again. Then I sat up and slid my hands over his hips.
My God, this view was amazing. Garrett, skin flushed and gleaming with sweat, his arms trembling beneath him as he moved in time with my hips.
I loved watching my cock disappear into him.
Ride him slowly? Oh, hell yes. It was a damn miracle I hadn’t gone off yet, and this was my reward for holding back—the slowest, most languid fuck with the most gorgeous view.
“I’m gonna come,” I murmured. “Jesus, you feel so…” I squeezed my eyes shut as a shudder went through me, but then forced them open so I could watch myself take one, two, three more strokes before—
I sucked in a breath as a shudder nearly threw me off-balance, and then I was there, releasing inside Garrett as the whole world turned white. My hips bucked, and for a few heartbeats, there was nothing but bliss and the need to get as deep as this beautiful man could take me.
Then I shuddered and exhaled, and I slumped over him, the whole world spinning around me as I came down from heaven.
“I didn’t dream this, did I?” Garrett slurred, turning his head enough to bring his face into profile. “This is real?”
I laughed, sounding a bit drunk. “It’s real.” I kissed the back of his shoulder and sighed happily. “Very, very amazingly real.”
He grinned. So did I.
Somehow, we managed to separate, get out of bed, and move to the shower. How I made it through all those motions without passing out or something, I’ll never know, but I did it.
As we cleaned up, all those residual aches and pains bloomed like fireworks beneath my skin, reminding me which joints and muscles and old injuries were pissed at me.
I was as used to that as anyone could be. Some of them had been with me since I was a teenager, and they weren’t going anywhere now that forty was creeping up on me.
Whatever.
I was naked with Garrett. He was pulling me into his arms, pressing that beautiful body against mine beneath the hot spray, and stroking my hair as we basked in this delicious afterglow.
Aches and pains be damned, this was perfect.
If we stayed in bed much longer, especially in this post-orgasmic haze, we were going to fall asleep.
Not that I had any objection to Garrett spending the night beside me, but I did still need to brush my teeth, set my alarm—all that adult bullshit. And I was pretty sure he had to work tomorrow.
Stroking his hair, I said, “I could use some water.”
“Me too, now that you mention it.”
I groaned—admittedly a bit theatrically—as I sat up. “I could’ve sworn there was a time when I could play a game, then go home and have a marathon threesome.”
“Oh, yeah?” Garrett grinned. “Post-game threesomes, huh?”
“Sometimes, yeah.” I rubbed my shoulder and winced. “I think if I tried that now, a limb would fall off.”
He snorted. “I mean, there’s nothing that says it has to be a threesome with two twenty-somethings who have stamina to burn.”
“Hmm, good point.” I pursed my lips. “A silver fox threesome—that sounds kind of hot.”
“Oh, it is.” He winked.
I stared at him. “Wait, you’ve had one?”
His lips quirked and he half-shrugged, eyes dancing with mischief. “Maybe.”
“What? Do tell!”
“You want details?” He laughed and bumped me with his shoulder. “Perv.”
“Uh, yeah? Are you surprised?”
“No, not really.”
“Didn’t think so.” I pushed myself to my feet, hiding a wince. “Let’s go downstairs and get some water, and then you can fill me in on your pervy past.”
Garrett chuckled as he got up. “Sounds like a deal.”
I offered him a pair of sweats, which he put on, and I put on a pair myself. Then we wandered downstairs to the kitchen. With ice water in hand, we moved into the living room.
Maybe it was stupid, but something warm rushed through me when Garrett put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close. It had been so long since I’d experienced any kind of intimacy outside of sex, I almost gave a happy sigh as I leaned into his side.
“So.” He sipped his water and put the glass on an end table coaster. “You really want to know about things I’ve done with other people?”
“I do, yes.” I twisted around just enough to be able to look at him without pulling away or pissing off a cranky muscle. “That silver fox threesome sounds hot.”
Garrett blushed bright. “It, um… It was pretty hot. The thing is, I didn’t figure out I was bi until after I was married. So, when I suddenly found myself single again—I mean, it’s never too late to do a little experimenting, is it?”
“No, definitely not.” I slid a hand up his chest. “So you had a post-divorce slutty phase?”
The laugh that burst out of him was cuter than it had any right to be. “I guess you could call it that, yeah?” He shrugged, running his fingers along my forearm. “I wasn’t ready to get into anything serious, but I wanted to experience some things I hadn’t before.”
I tilted my head. “How old were you the first time you were with a man?”
“Forty-four.”
“Really?”
He nodded, a hint of a blush in his cheeks as he avoided my eyes.
“The first eighteen months or so after the divorce, my libido was gone. My life was just so…” He paused, then shook his head.
“Sex wasn’t high on my agenda, let’s put it that way.
But then I started putting out feelers. Did the hookup app thing.
Even went to some clubs. That’s how the threesome happened. ”
“You met them at a club?”
“Yep. I was dancing with a guy and getting a bit hot and heavy with him. Then he told me his husband was there and wanted to take us both home.”
“Wow.” I laughed. “That must’ve been a surprise.”
“Oh, it was!” Garrett chuckled. “Next thing I know, we’re heading back to their place.”
“And it was good?”
“It was amazing.” He actually shivered. “Like it had literally been maybe six months since the first time I’d slept with a guy. Then there I was, on my hands and knees with one guy fucking my mouth and another fucking my ass.”
My breath actually stuttered as that mental image flashed through my mind. “That must’ve been amazing.”
“Uh-huh. That whole night was, hands down, the best experience of my, uh… my slutty phase.”
I laced our fingers together and grinned. “I bet it was. Is that the only threesome you’ve ever had?”
“No, I had one other. It was fun, but not quite as fun as that one.” Garrett grinned as he looked in my eyes. “What about you? Tell me about your threesome adventures.”
I thought about it. “Well, I was at this resort in Belize…”