“Speak for yourself,” I said, my breath coming out hoarse. “You are so tight.”
“I needed this. Go deeper.”
“Oh, that is what I like to hear,” I said, sinking in further. He gasped a little at suddenly having so much more of me, but I paid attention to his body relaxing, and I knew when I could push in more.
And then suddenly it was as if something finally clicked. I sank inside to the hilt and groaned with pleasure. We stayed like that for a few beats, adjusting to the feeling, before I pulled out halfway and pushed back in again.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“It is so good,” I said.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“Get up on all fours,” I said.
“I shouldn’t do that,” he said.
“Yes you should. Why do you say that?”
“Because it’s going to feel really good,” he said, “and then I’m going to come in two seconds flat.”
I hummed under my breath. “Well, I’m going to come in two seconds flat as it is, so I think it’s good if you do, too.”
He slowly moved so that he was up on his hands and knees, and already I knew I liked this better. I could grab him on the sides of his hips, pulling him against me.
“God,” he uttered. “See? Like that. That is going to make me come.”
“Oh, what a shame,” I said, pulling him into me again by his hips.
I started to fuck him harder and I knew I was going to lose it soon. I loved this view of his body, his sculpted ass and thighs pushing back against me, the taut planes of his incredible arms on display.
“More,” he said, his voice ragged.
I thrust into him without any hesitation now, knowing that my cock was pushing against his prostate where he’d loved it before. I realized that from this position I could also just reach his cock, too, if I wrapped my arm around his hip.
The moment my fingers started stroking his cock he let out a deep groan.
“You are so good,” he whispered. “You’re going to make me—”
“Please come for me, Perry,” I told him.
It was like my words made it possible for him. A string of unintelligible sounds came out of his mouth, and after a few more deep thrusts, I felt him coming, pulsing over and over again onto my hand and the sheets below.
I made that happen. He wanted me enough—trusted me enough—to do all of this.
My legs shook as I realized I was about to come inside of him, too.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath, feeling sensation crashing down over me, completely letting loose inside him. I filled the condom as I held onto Perry’s hips for dear life. The feeling of his skin on mine anchored me to reality, but my mind was somewhere else entirely, floating above us.
I stayed there for a while as I came back to my senses. When I opened my eyes again I saw him looking back at me, still so gorgeous on all fours.
“Wow,” I said.
“I know.”
I was in a daze, but I pulled out of him slowly, sliding off the condom and tossing it to the bin nearby.
“Hope you’ve got extra sheets,” I said, looking at the mess we’d made when he came all over.
“I have plenty of extras.”
“Good. I’ll help you do that when I’m done doing this.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him in close to me, pressing a kiss to his mouth. I kissed him deeply, slowly, completely unhurried. He kissed me back, and when he pulled away, looked at me with searching blue eyes.
“I never knew you could be so sweet,” he said.
“I don’t think I knew it, myself.”
“Fuck me so hard and then kiss me like that afterward,” he told me. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
His smile went straight to my heart. I could still remember the first few times I’d met Perry—how reticent he was to smile, how shy and spooked he seemed.
There was none of that now. He was completely comfortable. Completely free. And he trusted me enough to be that way around me.
“Help me change these sheets and I’ll make you a black cherry cake,” he said, standing up and starting to pull off the top sheet.
“Deal. As long as you promise to bake it for me naked.”
“Naked?” he protested. “That is way too dangerous.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” I said. “Shirtless?”
He laughed. “Fine. I will bake a cake for you shirtless.”
“Damn fuckin’ right,” I said. “And I will love every single moment of it.”
16
Perry
It was the first night Rock had been in my home and yet I couldn’t remember what it was like without him.
And mostly, I didn’t want to remember what this place felt like without him. That was just how Rock was. He made everything better just by being there.