Incandescent

I hesitated for a split second before taking his hand, my chest achy, and following him to the floor. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d have this opportunity with him. I wound my arms around his neck, he planted his hands on my hips, and we began swaying together to the soft music piping through the speakers. “Damn, this is nice.”

“It is.” When he pulled me closer to connect our lips, my heart clenched. His kiss felt like everything. My stomach was warm, my emotions close to the surface, his scent surrounding me, making me sigh.

After dancing to one more song, we made our way back to the bar to finish our drinks, neither of us able to wipe the smiles off our faces.

“We better head back,” I said, noting the time.

After we cashed out, we began our trek to the hotel. We took the elevator to our suite, and when we stepped inside the room, we found two boys asleep on the couch in front of a blaring television, their shoulders pressed together, their fingers intertwined.

Fuck, my heart.

I lifted my finger to my lips as we tiptoed past them to one of the bedrooms and softly closed the door behind us.

We wasted little time stripping down to our underwear and sliding beneath the covers together, ignoring the other bed completely. We were a tangle of arms and legs as our lips and tongues met in a deep, heart-melting kiss.

I could feel his hardness against mine as his fingers dug into my ass, and I bit back a groan, afraid to make any noise. Rolling on top of him, I whispered in his ear, “I want to eat your come, but you have to be very quiet. Can you do that?”

“Fuck, Lane,” he swore under his breath. His eyes were wide, desire coursing through them as he nodded. I wasted no time sliding beneath the covers, shoving his briefs down, and taking his stiff cock in my mouth.

When he groaned and thrust against me, I lifted my hand and planted it against his mouth to shush him. He kissed my palm, then sucked on my fingers as I took him to the brink in record time. I swallowed his entire load, my own cock throbbing, but I ignored it.

He pulled me to him and kissed me lazily.

“Don’t think I can move,” he said thickly. “But I wanna suck you off too. Maybe you could—”

“Shh.” I kissed his temple. “Go to sleep. You can repay me in the morning.”

I turned to shut off the bedside lamp, then settled into his arms, my favorite position, as he began floating into dreamland.

“Can’t wait for the rest of our lives,” he whispered in my ear, and I hummed in agreement. “I love you, Lane.”

“Love you too.” I shifted to kiss his cheek. “Always…and forever.”

His arms tightened around me.

“Forever,” he whispered into the darkness, but his words illuminated my soul as I drifted into sleep.