“She’s so happy and alert tonight.” Lance appears at my side and wraps an arm around my middle.
“She is.”
“I should probably feed her before that changes.”
“Let me,” I say.
He looks up at me, and whatever he reads from my expression must please him because he grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for kiss. It’s sweet and comfortable. And so fucking perfect.
“Sounds good. I’ll go make it.”
I scoop Lane up in my arms and get comfortable on the couch. He brings me a bottle and I cradle her while she eats. So much is fucked up in our lives right now, but being in this moment with her makes everything perfect. I can only pray we get to keep her.
I can lose Pops and it would suck, hard. But losing Lane is unfathomable.
“I think I’m going to see if Lane will sleep in the nursery tonight,” Lance says nonchalantly. A week ago, I helped him put together her room. He spent way too much money on a beautiful crib and soft pink and gold decor. At the time, he complained about how hard it would be to have her away from him.
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Yeah. We might need the privacy.” He rests a hand on my thigh.
“Will we?”
“You don’t think so?” I hear the edge to his voice. He’s nervous. We’ve been taking things further and further each time we’re together. I’ve been taking care to stretch him with my fingers every night, preparing him for when I can finally sink into his body.
“You know I want that,” I say, knowing we’re not talking about being alone. We’re talking about sex. “But I don’t want you to feel pressured to kick this one from your room.”
“I set up the video monitor over her crib and the SIDS detector. I think she’ll be fine.” He traces down her cheek that’s growing more and more chubby each day.
“Then I think it’s bedtime.” I smirk.
Chapter Seven
Lance
I wrap Lane in her swaddle blanket, my palms growing sweaty and excitement building in my belly. I haven’t been this nervous in my life. Not even my first night with Lane. I lay her down and double check the monitoring systems I purchased are working.
She fell asleep while Bo was feeding her, so she doesn’t fuss when I flip the light out and close the door. I don’t find Bo in the living room. I lock everything up and head to the bedroom. It’s only nine, but we’re not planning on sleeping.
I find him on the bed, lying on his side with a cocky smirk on his face. He pats the space in front of him. I crawl across the bed and straddle his hips.
“Did she go down okay?” he asks with his hands on my thighs.
“Yep.” I run my hands up and down his torso. “I’m excited for a sleepover.”
“Me too.”
He removes my glasses and sets them on the nightstand before fisting my T-shirt and tugging me down for a kiss. His lips are plump and delicious. Right away, his tongue demands entry. Our kiss is heated and full of intensity as he sits up with me astride on his lap. His arms wrap around me tight and I feel his erection against my ass. He’s as excited as I am for tonight.
Part of me wants to rush through it so I can finally know what it’ll feel like, but the other part wants to savor every second because I’ll never have another first time. It feels ridiculous to be my age and only now be experiencing my first real sexual encounter. I don’t count the heterosexual sex I’ve had. It wasn’t really me and it meant little. This, however, means everything.
He breaks from our kiss and rolls us so I’m on my back before he steps off the bed.
“Clothes off,” he orders, and we both scramble to disrobe.
He takes me in, while I do the same to him. I don’t have the wherewithal to be concerned with what he sees, because I’m too busy gaping in awe at him. He’s fucking gorgeous with the light reflecting off his dark skin, making him glow in an ethereal way. He’s a masterpiece. Like someone took extra time on him, making sure he’s perfectly symmetrical, and each ripple of muscle is ideally defined.
He climbs back onto the bed in all his nude glory. He parts my knees and settles between them, leaning over to kiss me again. He’s rougher this time, more urgent. His lips envelope mine and his tongue explores my mouth. His cock weighs heavy on my stomach, turning me on more than I’ve ever been before.
“I’m going to make this so good for you.” He sits up and reaches over to the nightstand where a row of supplies I didn’t see before now are lined up.
He grabs the lube first and squirts a line down my rigid erection. He interlinks his fingers and closes his hands around my rigid length. He pumps up and down slowly, his thumbs exploring every ridge. It’s euphoria. One hand releases me and moves lower. He rubs slow circles against my hole, building the anticipation.
“God, you’re so responsive. I love that about you,” he says, pressing into me. I squirm with need. He starts with one finger, hooking it to rub against my prostate. He then moves to two, all while stroking my cock almost lovingly. When he gets to three fingers, I worry I’m going to explode.
“Had enough?” he asks, reading my mind.
“I want to come with you inside me.”
“Me too.”
I miss the contact immediately when he lets go, but I know what’s to come will be even better. He grabs a condom and tears it open.
“We don’t need that,” I say.
“Don’t we?”
“We’re both clean.” Weeks ago, we both got tested, knowing eventually we would be here.
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“I want it to be you I feel. And only you.”
He tosses the condom and drizzles a line of slick down his cock. He repositions himself and grips the base of his dick. His brows furrow in concentration as he presses against my hole. I relax my body, knowing it’s going to burn, but wanting it more than anything.
“If you need me to stop, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you.” He glances up and I nod.
With slow precision he pushes in. He fills me completely. It’s so much more profound than I thought it would be. Not only do our bodies join, but so does everything else. Our breaths, our heartbeats, our desires.
“Bo,” I say through a gasp.
“I know.” He reaches over to briefly stroke my cheek comfortingly. When he’s fully seated, his hands go to my knees and he groans. “You’re so tight. I never want to come so this never has to end.”
He picks my dick back up and strokes me in time with each thrust. His movements are deliberate and careful, keeping his eyes trained on me. I know he’s worried about this, but I’m not. I’ll greedily take whatever he gives me.
Then he shifts positions so that he’s driving into my prostate, and I see stars. I blow my load without warning. Thick ropes of cum jet from my dick and land on my stomach and chest.
“That’s it, doc. Come for me. You’re so fucking sexy.” He bites his lower lip, his eyes fixed on me as I orgasm.
It’s not long after I’m coming down, that his thrusts become erratic. He uses my knees as leverage to fuck me harder. I’ve only just come, but seeing him this out of control has me wishing I could do it all over again.