The Real Baxter (The Baxter Chronicles 1)

Holy fuck.

I stared at him blankly for a moment, hoping something smooth and suave would come to mind. I had nothing but shock and awe. All I could manage was a rather composed nod, though I doubted I came across as cool or in control. My hands trembled as I pulled supplies from the nightstand drawer.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” he replied in a husky voice.

Trent took the lube and poured some onto his palm while I fussed with the condom. I rolled it on and glanced over at my lover sprawled on the mattress with his legs wide and a finger in his ass.

“Let me.” I moved between his thighs and slipped a digit into his tight channel.

This wasn’t the first time I’d fingered him. We played around in the shower while soaping each other’s backs or in the middle of a passionate hump session. But it was a tease. The tip of a finger, my tongue at his hole while water sluiced over us. Trent would splay his hands on the tile walls, chanting my name or a string of nonsense that sounded like, “yes, yes, yes.” But he only let me go so far before taking over. And I was fine with that because he was very good at taking over.

But stretching him open with the intent to fuck? This was new.

I mean, it wasn’t my first rodeo. I was versatile. I’d been with a few men who’d only bottom or only top, and that was fine by me. But I had to admit, I liked being able to do both. And I hadn’t thought this was something Trent would give me. I was humbled and honored…and I wanted this to be the best thing he’d ever done.

So I was gentle but not too gentle when I added a second finger. I talked dirty to him, but not too dirty, stroking his cock as I added a third. I told him how tight and hot and gorgeous he was. I told him I wanted inside him and told him I’d fuck him so hard, so good.

Basically, I made a bunch of promises I wasn’t sure I could deliver, ’cause when the time came for me to put my money where my mouth was, I was shaking like a leaf.

Trent sat up and kissed me, caressing my face with his thumbs as he brushed his nose alongside mine. “Shh. It’s okay. It’s just us, baby. I trust you.”

My heart soared and somersaulted. I suddenly had more confidence than anyone had a right to. He trusted me. He wanted me. Everything was okay now.

I set my cock at his entrance and pushed, stopping frequently to let him adjust to my girth. I kept up my running monologue of sexy nonsense until he smacked my ass and told me to move.

So I did.

I rocked forward and back, rolling my hips experimentally before fucking him in short, steady strokes. I tried to set a pace I could maintain, but I realized almost immediately that I wasn’t going to last. This was just…more than I’d been prepared for.

I knew he fit me like a glove, but I fit him too. Those corny lines about meeting your missing puzzle piece might actually be true. Every push and pull, every kiss and sigh, was part of a beautiful dance. This wasn’t just sex. It was something infinitely more.

But my body gave out before my mind got any funny soul-mate ideas. A wave of pleasure swept over me.

“I’m almost there,” I warned him.

“Me too. So close. Come for me, baby,” he crooned, opening his legs wider as he wrapped me in his arms.

That was it for me. I surrendered to one of the most all-consuming orgasms of my life, pumping my hips until I had nothing left in me. Trent’s release spurted between us. He gasped and choked on a strangled-sounding cry, pulling me close to ride out the aftermath.

It took a few minutes for the fog to clear. I pulled out gently and kissed his chest, then flopped unceremoniously beside him.

“I don’t think I can move, but somebody’s gonna have to change these sheets.” I sighed.

Trent barked a laugh. “Gimme a sec to relish the best sex of my life before you put me to work, huh?”

I rolled to him, aware of the stupidly huge smile spreading across my face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“When was the last time you…did that?” I asked, using the corner of the sheet to wipe the mess on our stomachs.

“Don’t know. A long time. I don’t usually want that, but I wanted it tonight.” He kissed me sweetly, adding, “With you.”

“Why?”

Trent caressed my cheek lovingly. “ ’Cause I don’t know how long we have together, and I want to make sure we do it all.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that this never had to end, but I couldn’t make promises like that. And he didn’t want them. So I kissed him instead, then bit his shoulder.