“Oh, goddamn. You feel so good.” We’ve stopped kissing, but we’re matching breaths as our mouths nearly touch.
“So do you.”
“Are you okay?” I have to ask because I know it’s painful the first few times, no matter what you do.
“I am. It’s different, but it’s good.” I know he’s being truthful and nod. “I want you to move. Want you to come inside me.”
“Oh, God, Noah,” I say breathlessly and then pull back before thrusting inside him gently.
He grasps my biceps, and then we both start to move together in a new rhythm, but it’s kind of familiar too. Like something we’ve done many times and yet for the very first time.
“I’m so damn close,” I say, unable to hold back.
He cries out when I adjust my angle and peg his prostate. “Oh, yeah. Me too. I can’t wait to feel your cum inside me. I need it so damn bad, Chance.” His fingers slide down my back to my ass as he pulls me deeper inside him. “Please. Come. I want to feel it.”
“Oh, fuck.” I can’t hold on any longer, thrusting into him again, making him cry out in pleasure as I unload deep inside his body, filling him with my cum with a deep, rumbling moan.
He’s still hard. I can feel his cock between our bodies, and there’s nothing I want more than to feel him inside me. I slowly pull from his body, marveling at the way my cum slides from his hole. I drag my finger through it, and he moans loudly, his head tilting back again.
I grab the lube. When he hears the cap click shut, his eyes are on me again with curiosity. I don’t say a word as I quickly prepare myself for him and then climb onto his body, directing his cock right where I need him.
He slides into me with a groan from us both. “Oh shit, Chance.”
“Your turn to come inside me. Fuck me.”
And he does. He thrusts up into me as I slide down, pegging my gland every single time until I’m hard again and leaking and his cum is filling me. I jerk myself off, coming again, my cum trickling over my hand before I land on his chest.
“Holy shit. That was amazing.”
I nod, unable to move. “Yeah. It was.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I don’t even have to think about it. Responding that I love him is as easy as breathing.
This man is my everything.
THIRTY
NOAH
Last night was unbelievably perfect. My ass is still deliciously sore as I stroke Chance’s hair while he sleeps and drools, with his head resting on my chest. After we made love last night, we showered, and Chance again proved he’s twenty-five by getting hard under the warm spray, and I dropped to my knees, washing his hard cock before he came on my lips.
It was hot as hell. But I’m not twenty-five, and my cock was only semihard at that point, but it didn’t matter. Kissing him—after washing off, then heading to bed and climbing under the covers before we fell asleep—was more than enough.
The night was perfect. And I’m too lost in the perfect morning glow to notice my daughter and son-in-law in the doorway, calling my name. Then LeAnn lets out a shrill scream, “Oh my God, Dad?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This is not happening. I mean, I wanted to tell her. I was planning on telling her when they got here tonight.
It was supposed to be tonight.
Not this morning.
Oh, holy shit.
Chance stirs at the sound of my daughter’s scream, and he shifts to look over his shoulder at LeAnn and Daniel, his eyes going wide as they meet mine. “I’m so fucking sorry. Shit.”
I shake my head, wanting to reassure him that this is okay, but I don’t know if it is. She sounded horrified and hasn’t said anything since. She covers her eyes with her hands. “Oh my God. Are you seriously naked in bed with a guy?”
I try to really listen to her, trying to find out what she’s so disgusted with.
“LeAnn . . .” I start, pulling the covers up and over Chance’s bare shoulder. “I can explain this.”
She’s still covering her eyes, but she barks out a quick laugh at that. “Dad, I don’t need a sex talk. I just can’t see this. I’m gonna go bleach my eyes.” She turns away, dropping her hands. “Can you guys maybe get dressed and then come to the kitchen? I think I need carbs. Lots and lots of carbs.”
“Uh,” I start as Chance gives me an apologetic look and nods, encouraging me to speak. “Yeah. I’ll . . .” I look at Chance, into those beautiful eyes I love so damn much. “We’ll be right there.”
“Okay, good.” She grabs her husband’s hand and leads him away from the bedroom. I wait for a minute, and then we both climb out of bed.
Chance is looking frantically around for his clothes. “I’m so damn sorry. I knew it was dangerous to keep sleeping here. I knew she was coming into town. I should have gone home.” He grabs a pair of black joggers and tugs them up and on. “Shit. I’m so damn sorry.”
I forget about getting dressed and make my way over to him, grasping his cheeks in both hands and forcing him to look at me. “I’m not.”
“W-what?” he asks shakily.
“Chance.” I smile and press a firm kiss to his soft lips. “I love you. I love every single thing about you. And I love LeAnn.” He nods, but he looks uncertain. “She needs to know just how much you mean to me.” I kiss him again and then release him, grabbing a pair of sweats of my own and tugging them on. “Although, I could have lived without her finding us naked after my very first experience bottoming.”
He lets out a startled laugh and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
I stop him again, grasping his chin with my hand and looking deep into his eyes. “I’m not sorry, and you shouldn’t be either. I want you in my goddamn bed every single night of the rest of our lives if I can have it. God, do I want it.”
“You . . .” He searches my eyes. “You do?”
I smile, more certain of that than anything in my life. “I do. We can talk about it later, but I want you to consider moving in with me.”
He sits down on the edge of the bed, looking dazed.
“We can talk about it later.”
He looks up at me with wonder. “I want that. So much.”
I think my chest might burst open with joy as I lean down and take his mouth in a heated kiss I feel down to my toes but have to pull away from. “Damn, I don’t want to stop.”
“You guys better not be humping again! We’re waiting! Talk first. Hump later.” My daughter’s voice travels down the hall, and Chance chuckles against my mouth.
“I think it’s going to be okay with LeAnn,” he says with a bright smile, and I nod because deep down, I know who I raised.
One hell of a strong-ass woman, who isn’t going to give a damn about my sexual identity but who’ll care if I make her wait for breakfast.
We both pull on shirts and take a moment to smooth our hair before padding down the hall to where my daughter waits at the table, sitting next to her very amused-looking husband.
“So this is a thing?” she asks expectantly.