Where We Left Off (Middle of Somewhere 3)

“I want you.”

“Look at me and tell me,” I said against his lips.

He moved his arm. His eyelashes were clumped together wetly, his lids half lowered. “I want you,” he said, looking at me.

He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. They were the most beautiful words I’d ever heard.

I knelt, just looking at him for a moment. He looked like a debauched angel. Like if a classical painter had ever rendered sex scenes. His flushed skin made him look like he glowed from within. His soft mouth was a daub of glistening paint, his blue eyes heated and bright, blond hair mussed and stuck together with sweat like it had been put in with the hard edge of a palette knife. He looked inhuman. But then he smiled, and he was Will. My Will, who I could taste on my tongue.

“You gonna fuck me finally?” He’d found his attitude again, but his voice was raw.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

He flipped the condom at me and lay back, an arm beneath his head like he was sitting on a chaise longue around the pool, his grin a challenge now that he knew he was going to get what he wanted.

I leaned forward and licked the powdery pale skin on the inside of his arm, the muscle sliding as he tensed. I had the sudden conviction that I had to kiss every inch of his skin. That somewhere on his body lay a place that I hadn’t attended to and that, if I didn’t taste it, I would be leaving something important unfinished. Then his mouth was so close that I couldn’t help but kiss that too.

I ran my fingertips up and down the tendon at the back of his neck, the skin hot and sweat-damp, and kissed him, wanting to layer every taste of him on my tongue. I handed the condom back to him.

“Put it on me,” I murmured into his mouth. “So I can keep kissing you.”

I could feel his intake of breath in the kiss, and then felt the slick touch of the condom.

“Yeah, come on,” he said against my lips, positioning me where he wanted me, the challenge in his voice replaced by want.

I tilted his hips up, and slid inside him, the clutch of skin and muscle ripping a groan from my mouth. I sank into him, shaking with the sudden buzz of pressure along my cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” I muttered into his neck, overcome. With one finger, I traced his opening, felt the place where we were connected. I’d tasted him here. Speared him open with my tongue as he moaned, totally undone.

I was so turned-on I was shaking. Will started to move his hips but I grabbed them and held them down.

“Wait, just wait.”

I tried to slow my breathing so the arousal would recede enough for me to actually… do something.

“Leo.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you doing yoga breathing right now?”

“Um. Yeah, I’m trying not to come.” It wasn’t working very well. The creep of arousal wasn’t receding. If anything, just the knowledge that I was inside Will’s body got me amped up all over again. “This is basically like plank pose, so.” I nodded to the way my arms were braced on either side of Will’s body.

“You’d better fucking plank me right now.”

I started laughing, which helped a little.

“Come on, Leo, fuck me.” Will was breathless, pressing me deeper inside him.

I did as he said. “You’re. So. Fucking. Bossy,” I said as I thrust into him.

“You love it,” he gasped. And it was true. I loved that I didn’t have to guess what Will wanted because he always told me. That I wasn’t left wondering if he was faking his reactions to anything because he would never bother. But that all paled in comparison to how much I loved, at this moment, the feeling of fucking him. The cling of his skin and the way he clutched my ass to pull me to him were quickly becoming my favorite things in the world.

Will changed the angle of his hips and started moaning as I slammed into him, tightening his ass around me. I was so turned-on I lost the rhythm completely, almost wincing away from the pleasure skittering up my spine and spreading through my lower belly.

“Lemme just—” Will pulled off me and flipped onto his hands and knees, reaching a hand back to me. I slid back inside him and froze so I wouldn’t come at the sound of his groan. He dropped down to his forearms, his gorgeous ass in the air, and I fucked down into him as his ass bounced against my hips, his perfect profile like a cameo against the pillow.

“Will, I’m gonna—”

He made a broken sound and started jerking himself off.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “That’s too hot. Shit.”

I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead down to his spine to try and get myself away from the edge, but it was no good. Even with one sense blocked, the rest were saturated with him. The smell and taste of sweat and precome and Will were in my nose and my mouth and the sounds of his moans and his breathing in my ears, and his skin was slick and hot beneath my mouth and my hands.