The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2)

“That’s so hot. We’re so hot together.” He bumped against me again. “Hey, we can sword fight. Why didn’t I ever think of that before?”

A laugh broke past my lips, loud and pure. “God, you’re an idiot, and I fucking love you for it.” Darren was all light, big smiles, and an open heart. The man who loved his family and would do anything for his friends, and even though he’d thought himself straight before, he never denied me. He lived life the way it was supposed to be lived—full of passion and care, for himself and those he loved.

“Do you want to play games with me or fuck me?”

“Both?” he replied, his brows pulled together as if he truly wasn’t sure. “Definitely fuck, but we have to try that sword-fight thing. Also, I love you too.” Darren picked me up, and my legs immediately wrapped around his waist.

“Be careful of your arm.”

“Shut up and let me pretend to be all tough guy with my man.” Darren carried me to the bed and laid me down. He crawled on top of me, my ankles still attached behind his back as we kissed and rutted together.

His duffel was beside the bed. Darren reached over, rustling around in it, pulling back with lube and a condom. I wanted to feel him bare. When Darren came, I wanted nothing between us so he filled me with his load. It was something I’d been thinking about. I’d even asked West for a physician recommendation and had been tested. But I didn’t want to push him either. “No pressure, but I was tested and I’m negative. As you know, I also take PrEP.” When I first came to stay with him, he’d asked me what the pill was when he’d seen me taking it.

Heat flared in Darren’s brown gaze. “I’m negative. I have regular physicals and tests.” He leaned down, nuzzled into my neck. “I’ve never fucked raw before, but Christ, to think about feeling your tight ass around my cock, with nothing between us. To fuck my load into you? I almost lose my damn mind just thinking about it.”

“Hell yes.” I thrust up against him.

“We doing this?”

“Please.”

“I like it when you beg.”

I chuckled. “Don’t get used to it.”

He dropped the rubber on the floor and pushed up onto his knees. I scooted back and lay with my head on the pillows as Darren slicked his fingers.

Bending over, he took my cock into his mouth again while teasing my rim. He pushed in just as he sucked me deep, and I arched off the bed, shoving my cock down his throat. “Shit. Sorry.”

Darren pulled off. “Don’t be. It’s taking a little while, but I’m learning. Eventually I’m gonna be the best cocksucker you’ve had.”

Because of course this had to be a competition to him. “Be quiet and put my dick in your mouth.”

“My boyfriend is so bossy.” But he did as I said. He blew me while he opened me up. He liked fingering, both giving and receiving, and I could tell how much he concentrated on it while also continuing to suck my cock.

He rubbed my prostate, twisting his digits around until I was sweaty and writhing beneath him. Sex with Darren was so different from the sex I’d had before. It was fun and exploratory, filled with laughter and smiles and jokes, which only made it better.

“Fuck me,” I ordered when I decided I might die if he didn’t get his dick in my ass.

“What happens if we’re both needy bottoms?” he teased.

“I think we’re both horny tops too.”

“So lots of sex. Got it. Being in love is the best.”

Darren pumped lube onto his hand and slicked his cock. I raised my legs for him, spread them wide, but Darren grabbed them, throwing them over his shoulders.

He looked down at me, the head of his cock nudging at my hole, then slowly beginning to push inside. “Don’t leave me,” he said softly.

Fear and confusion spun into a wild storm inside me. “Leave you? What?” Darren thrust forward, and I cried out. He silenced me with his mouth, kissing me as he fucked into me. This wasn’t the first time I’d had sex without a condom, but doing it with him, having him inside me this way, made all my nerve endings sizzle, fed me physically and emotionally in a whole new way.

Darren eased back, then snapped his hips forward again, first in quick strokes, then in slow ones. “So good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

My legs slipped off him, but Darren didn’t lose his rhythm. He held them back with his arms, kissing my temple, forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, as he took me. “You’re mine, Angel. I get it…that possessive shit, because now that I have you, I sure as hell plan to keep you.”