Chapter 28
For my first time, I want it to be us.
Ten words that crash into me like waves shattering against a cliff line, flooding my mind and claiming my thoughts, diving deep until they echo back from every cell in my body.
“Lind, I,” I stammer, but he’s quick to shush me, leaning in just enough to press our lips together, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me down with him.
“I want it to be you, Micah. Please. I can’t—all these years, it never felt right with anyone else. But it does feel right with you. I trust you, and if you don’t—I can’t picture anyone else, I—” He shakes his head, then peeks up at me, almost scared. “Unless you don’t want that?”
“No, that’s not—sweetheart, no. Of course I want to,” I reassure him quickly, blood rushing in my ears.
His words are enough to have me tenting my boxers, my dick all but begging me to shut the fuck up and start devouring him again.
But there are all these unsaid things between us—if we do that now, the one lesson we were never supposed to have, what does that mean for us once summer is over?
“Don’t overthink it, please. It doesn’t mean forever. Just that I want to have this one thing for myself, okay? One memory of Micah Mahoney before he became a big football star. Colin doesn’t have to know about it.”
Right.
Football.
The draft.
Mike and Mia.
This isn’t just about Colin and what Linden promised him.
“Okay,” I whisper, and he smiles, warm but also a little distant. There are a ton of words swirling through my head, none of them making much sense.
You can have a thousand memories of Micah Mahoney, and I haven’t really thought about football in weeks, and most of all Fuck Colin and fuck Mike and fuck Mia.
But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I kiss him again and again and again until I get so drunk on his taste and lust that I forget every single one of them.
His hands are everywhere, covering every inch of my body, from the tan lines on my arms over the dips between my abs down to my leaking dick.
They slip under the waistband of my boxers, peeling the material off me, slowly, excruciatingly, maddeningly.
It’s almost painful to let go of him so I can slide out of them and push the last item of clothing from the edge of the bed.
“Fuck.” Linden sighs when my naked body covers his, skin meeting skin, our erections sliding together.
“Lube?” I grind out, already eyeing the nightstand, when he gives me a nod. I lean as far as I can—unwilling to roll off of him—and blindly root around in the upper drawer until my fingers wrap around a plastic tube. “And condoms?”
“Hm? Oh, I…” Linden blinks up at me with big eyes, then clears his throat. “I don’t have any. I…I mean, there wasn’t a reason so far, and we said—” He bites his lower lip.
“That’s okay. I can run upstairs and get some of mine.” I’m already halfway off the bed when he grabs my arm, holding me back.
“Wait! Micah. What if we…I mean, it’s not like I can get pregnant?” He laughs—a little too loud and a little too high—and it takes me another second until I realize what he’s trying to ask of me.
“You want to do it without protection?” I clarify, and he flushes instantly.
“Only if you want! But…but since I’ve never had sex before…I mean, it should be okay?”
“Lind, sweetheart, but I’m not a virgin,” I point out the obvious as I slowly climb back onto the bed.
He scrunches up his nose as if it's only now occurring to him what this means for him and his safety.
“But…but you’re probably getting health tests done regularly, right? For football?” he asks tentatively, and I nod, afraid that even the slightest reaction will influence his decision.
“It’s not mandatory,” I admit, “but I get them done regularly. And I...I have never done it without a condom.”
“Never?” Linden raises both brows, and I laugh at his surprise.
“No, never. Do I come across as that irresponsible?”
I don’t get an answer to that. Instead, he pulls me back onto him, capturing my lips in a kiss.
“Let’s do it then. Please? I want to know what it feels like to have you come inside of me,” he murmurs, and I moan in response.
“Keep that talk up, and you’ll never know because I’ll come onto your sheets instead,” I warn him, my chest squeezing at the cheeky grin he gives me in return.
“So little self-control?” He reaches for the lube, clicks it open, and pours it right into my palm.
“After I’ve already tasted you? Licked into you? Felt how tight and hot you are? Yeah, there’s not much left of it,” I growl, watching with amusement as his cheeks heat again. “Now lie back and spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
He does as he’s told, falling back into the pillows and slowly letting his thighs fall open, giving me a great view of not only his entrance but also his full balls and erect dick.
“Remember when you came hands-free from blowing me?” I murmur as I lean forward, my index finger reaching out to lightly trace the ring of muscle to his entrance. He’s quivering from the light touch alone, his pelvis rising off the mattress.
“You-you’ll never let me forget, huh?” he groans.
“Never,” I promise as I probe his entrance, slowly letting my first finger glide into him and watching in fascination as it disappears into his greedy hole.
“Do you think you can do that again today? Come untouched?” I ask when, after a moment, I move it in and out, slowly at first, and then a little faster when Linden is meeting me halfway.
His eyes are hooded now, blond lashes casting dark shadows on his cheekbones, his light hair tousled and fanned out on the pillowcase.
“You say you’re not fancy, but you look like a fucking fae prince,” I huff.
“Wha-aaaah,” he moans when I cut his question short by adding a second finger, scissoring them to work him open for me, just as I’ve read Noah do.
“You heard me.” My free hand glides up his thigh and to his hip, holding him down when he’s trying to lift his hip again.
“You always hide inside these big old shirts and behind that stubborn frown of yours, calling yourself a farm boy from the smallest corner of Vermont, but then, once every layer is peeled off, you look like royalty.”
“Y-you’re being ridiculou—aaah, Micah!” he cries out, one arm thrown over his eyes, toes curling on the sheets, bringing my movement to a sudden halt.
“Fuck, are you okay?” I ask, but he’s already bearing down on my fingers again.
“Do it again. Do it again!” he demands feverishly, and I laugh with relief, catering to his wishes by driving my fingers in deep again, then curling the first digit in search of his prostate.
“Oh yeah, right there, fuuuck,” he chants with euphoria, spreading his legs even wider for me.
“What does it feel like?” I’m curious now as I try to establish a slow rhythm, my eyes eagerly taking in his flush, the way it’s spreading down his neck and chest.
“Good. So good! Like…like…waves of…I can’t describe it,” he groans, his back arching under the penetration. “Do…do a third!”
“Already? Are you—”
“Micah! A third finger! Now.”
I bite back a laugh when he snaps at me like that, his voice taking on a demanding edge that I haven’t heard with him before.
“I think I finally understand the meaning of bossy bottom,” I joke as I carefully enter a third finger into him, focusing on spreading him rather than fucking him on them.
I take more time than Linden is willing to give us, and I still don’t feel ready when he finally grabs the lube, outright tossing it at me.
“Micah. Either fuck me now or watch me come all over myself,” he whines, and I shiver at that mental image.
“You have to work on your threats, sweetheart, because that sounds like an invitation,” I purr, pulling my fingers out.
He hisses at me, either from the loss or my words, but I’m already busy spreading a generous amount of lube on my erection. My head falls back with a low moan as I give myself one slow jerk.
“Fuck, I really hope I won’t embarrass myself here, but watching you like this, all spread out and open and so demanding…”
“Doesn’t matter, you can always go back in with your tongue.
” He grins at me, stretching out his hand.
I grip his legs to hook them over my shoulders, then take it, intertwining our fingers as I line myself up with his entrance.
Our eyes meet, and I’m ready to ask one final time when he shakes his head at me.
“Touchdown. Or Hail Mary, I don’t know.”
“What?” I blink, and he laughs, high again but also solid, the sound wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
“The opposite of offside—whatever that is, I’m good. I want this. I want it to be you.” He squeezes my hand one more time, and I nod, pulling his knuckles against my lips.
“Tell me to stop in case you’re hurting,” I whisper, almost lightheaded from nerves. This shouldn’t be such a big deal, and yet I know I won’t ever forget this moment.
I enter him slowly, first the tip, then another inch, my hands digging into the mattress on either side of his head.
Beneath me, Linden whimpers softly.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” I murmur, my voice coming out strained while I fight for every ounce of self-control that will keep me from just sinking into the tight heat awaiting me.
“Fuck, you feel so much…bigger like…this,” he babbles.
Something between a laugh and a moan slips over my lips. “I hope you didn’t just say that because you read it somewhere.”
“Shut up and…fuck, just…c’mon!” he urges, his hands fisting the sheets until he accidentally pulls one of the corners loose.
I take one more deep breath, then capture his lips with mine. The moment my tongue glides into his mouth, I bear down, sliding all the way in while hungrily absorbing his moans and pleas.
We find our rhythm easily, sliding together like two puzzle pieces made for each other. Soon enough, our moans fill the room, the headboard banging against the wall with a dull thump every time I drive into him.