Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Keannen
THE MOTEL HAS EXACTLY one room left. I throw down my credit card without asking about the price. The woman at the desk takes one look at Tim and I and doesn’t ask any questions.
The moment I unlock the door, Tim puts a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me deeper inside. I stumble forward from sheer surprise, caught off-guard by his aggression.
Caught off-guard, but not at all upset.
I wheel back toward him wearing a wicked grin, and he stalks toward me without bothering with the lights. I catch him by the shirt before he can push me onto the bed, grasping hard.
“You think you get to push me around now?” I ask .
“Yeah, I kinda do,” he says.
“Virgin takes a dick one time and now he’s all sure of himself.”
Tim shrugs in my hold. “You seem to think I know what I’m doing in that department.”
I quirk an eyebrow. If he’s suggesting doing it again, I’ll happily concede. “Maybe it was a fluke.”
He grins. “Only one way to be sure.”
Then he shoves me — hard. I have no shot of hanging onto his shirt when he puts his strength behind that push. I crash onto the bed, and Tim pursues, crawling over me and settling himself on my thighs. He strips off his hoodie and shirt as he sits there, then pushes my shirt up so he can peel it off over my head.
“You know,” he says as he flings the garment aside, “I thought all my hard work was going to be for nothing tonight. I went to the bar to drink and not think about it, in fact.”
“Hard work?”
“I still remember your instructions.”
A bolt of heat streaks through me. My instructions. That text I sent the first time. Tim must have seen this final pit stop as his last chance to get me alone before Seattle and decided to act on that while there was still time. He had no way to know how I’d respond. In fact, I had every intention of not going anywhere near him tonight. And still he … he did all that … on the off chance he might get me alone .
I reach up, cupping one freckled cheek and drawing him down to my lips. The instant before our mouths’ meet, with his breath hot against my lips, I whisper, “Good boy.”
He groans as I close the distance between us. Our mouths massage each other, tongues prodding past lips to get deeper. Tim’s weight pins me to the bed, but I’ll grant him that this time. After all that trouble he went to, he deserves it.
Tim tugs at my lip with his teeth as he pulls away. I groan, not wanting him to let go, but very much enjoying the view as he sits back and starts working on his pants. He flicks open the button and pulls down the zipper, then lets out an “oh!” and digs in his pocket. Unbelievably enough, Tim, the shy band nerd who kissed me under the bleachers, extracts everything we’ll need from his pocket and drops it on the bed.
“You really thought about this,” I say.
“I did,” he says, completely serious. “I’ve been thinking about it for days. I’ve been thinking about it since the last time you were inside me.”
“Shit,” I murmur under my breath, more a flabbergasted exhale than an actual word.
Tim’s smile turns giddy. He climbs off me to remove his pants, and I contribute what I can by shoving my jeans down. Before I’m even done, Tim is slicking up his fingers and reaching behind himself and…
My eyes lock onto the motion of his arm, the way his cock juts at his belly as he rocks himself. He’s working fast, confident after just one time, and I could lie here and watch him open himself up for me all night. I end up propping myself up on my elbows and watching for so long that Tim finally notices, regarding me with a curling smirk. He pulls his fingers free and crawls toward me.
“Let me—”
He shoves me flat onto my back on the mattress, his hand in the middle of my chest.
“No,” he says. “Tonight, for once, you’re going to let me .”
It’s been a long damn time since I’ve let a guy take charge, since I’ve given another person that kind of power over me, even temporarily. And I’ve never actually trusted someone else to call the shots.
But I’ve also never loved someone like I love this fucking dork.
All the years, all the changes, all the ups and downs — none of it has ever managed to make me feel any differently for him than I did the first time he walked under those bleachers with me. I’ve spent almost nine years not admitting it, but as I lie back and surrender to Tim’s desires, it becomes so achingly obvious that all I need to do is meet his eyes and it’s like I’m screaming it from the rooftops.
He climbs over me, having successfully manipulated me to his cause. He knows exactly how he wants me, so that when he straddles my thighs, he doesn’t need to ask or fuss. All he has to do is angle my slicked up cock at his hole and start lowering himself onto it.
I gasp in a startled breath. He’s only done this once before, and that time with a lot more prep, but here he is stretching around my cock, going slowly but fearlessly. Tim braces his hands on my chest, thighs trembling as he takes me inch by agonizing inch. Heat rushes into his face, freckles puncturing the glow like the shadows dappling a forest floor.
“Don’t…” I grit my teeth around the sweet pressure of his body gripping me. “Tim, don’t hurt yourself.”
He huffs a ragged laugh. “I’m not.”
“But…”
I was about to remark on the way he keeps sliding down me, not giving himself any break, but suddenly he’s all the way down me and my words dissolve into a groan. Tim sits on my hips, my cock buried deep inside him, and pants as his fingers curl on my bare chest. I grab at his thighs, grasping the firm muscle under the hair, and for a moment we simply breathe at each other, eyes locked and bodies intertwined.
Tim doesn’t break the eye contact as he starts rocking himself on my cock. His thighs flex under my grip. His body clenches around me, the pressure squeezing me as he works himself slowly up and down. The heat wraps around my cock like velvet, and even at this slow pace I throw my head back against the pillows and moan.
That seems to encourage Tim. He goes a little harder, a little faster, and I’m helpless to do anything but follow. For once, though, I don’t mind following. I don’t mind letting someone else lead me. I don’t mind handing over control. Even here at my most vulnerable, the loss of control doesn’t scare me like it usually would. I give up gleefully, following his rocking with my hips as he picks up speed.
He hisses in a sharp breath when I thrust myself at him. His hands curl, nails biting at my bare chest. The scratch of his nails tingles through me, and I push up more forcefully.
Tim lets me, bracing on my chest and pumping himself up and down. His ass slaps against my hips and thighs every time he comes down, the sound growing louder as he throws himself more recklessly into every revolution. His moans leap out of him and probably reach whoever’s unlucky enough to be on the other side of the thin walls, but neither of us give a shit. We’re too utterly lost in each other to spare a thought for anyone else in the world.
I pry my eyes open to find him gazing down at me. His mouth hangs open. His hair curtains his face from the way he hunches over. His eyes shine, glazed over with lust.
Tim slides his hands off my chest to plant them on either side of my head. It gives him more leverage — and me as well. Like this, I can set my feet on the mattress, grab his ass, and really throw myself at him. And that’s exactly what I do. Hands full of the firm swell of his ass, I thrust up at him in earnest. From the very first plunge, Tim throws his head back and screams, and there’s absolutely no way our neighbors aren’t hearing that one.
Good.
I do it again, knocking another of those beautiful, broken shouts out of him. My eyes stay fixed on his face, watching every beat of pleasure as it batters him. He clutches my cock inside him like he never means to let go, and I groan from the maddening pressure building inside me.
When I reach for his cock, Tim’s groan shatters like glass hitting a brick wall. His moan fractures into agonized splinters, his whole body tensing around me. I stroke him determinedly, refusing to let go as he bucks and whines. Then the begging starts, and I know I’m done.
“Please, please,” he chants, breathless, broken, crumbling before me. “Keannen, that feels so good. Please do it… Yeah, just like that. Please.”
As though I’d stop. As though every time he cries out like that it doesn’t send me hurtling toward the edge myself. I slam my hips upward, all caution lost in the roar of overwhelming need. Our bodies writhe in desperation, skin slapping against skin, moans overlapping, heat sloughing off our bodies to encase us like a cloud. He clenches harder yet, and I know it’s nearly the end, so I stroke him faster.
He bucks so forcefully he almost throws himself off me, then slams himself all the way down my cock. I get only a split-second to enjoy the feel of his cum gushing over my hand. Then the impact overwhelms me, and my eyes slam shut as pleasure punches the breath out of my chest.
I think I shout something. I can’t be sure with static roaring in my ears and Tim crying out and my whole body arching, bending, plunging toward him to somehow get even closer. Release pours out of me and into him, an orgasm unlike any other in my life. It scrapes my insides raw as it explodes out of me, then drops me ruthlessly back to earth in a useless heap of flaccid limbs.
I collapse to the bed and lie there trembling. I’m still holding Tim’s softening cock, his mess all over my hand and chest, but neither of us seem to care. He flops down on top of me, my dick sliding out of him as he lies heavily atop me, as languid and loose as I am.
It takes a while before the world stops rocking, but even when things steady, I don’t move Tim. We’re disgusting, but I’m not sure either of us are going to be capable of dealing with that for several more minutes.
When Tim rouses, it’s to tilt his head up and kiss the underside of my jaw, carefully avoiding my bruise.
“How do people not do that every second of every day?” he says, voice ragged from all that screaming he did.
An exhausted chuckle sneaks out of me. “It’s not always that mind-blowing. It’s not even usually that mind-blowing. You might have set the bar way too high. How am I going to live up to that for the rest of our lives?”
Tim pushes himself up, smiling at me with the most giddy and unguarded expression I’ve ever seen another man don. It takes a second before I realize why. The rest of our lives. Even when I recall my own words, I don’t take them back. I simply smile up at him, sealing the promise between us.
We may have waited eight years. We may have done everything wrong. We may have had families and time and distance between us. But all of that bullshit is gone. The only thing that matters anymore is what we want for ourselves.
I know what I want. At last, I’m absolutely sure. I should have known it way sooner.
It’s always been him.