Jack crawled up and slicked on the condom, coating himself in more lube. He sucked on Ed’s lips and down his neck, intense arousal shuddering through him. Ed panted in his ear. “Please.”
“You’re so hot. I want to touch every inch of you.”
Ed latched on to his earlobe and sucked. A pocket of sunlight hit Jack’s eyes, blinding him, doubling the sensual feel of Ed’s mouth on him.
A wild urge overcame Jack, and he grasped Ed’s thigh, pushing up. He squeezed his shaft and dragged his throbbing cock to Ed’s entrance. He trembled as he tried to rein himself in, tried not to thrust home in one mighty stroke.
Ed pumped his cock as Jack pressed into him. He groaned as the sensitive head of his cock entered Ed’s warm, tight channel. His toes curled, one hand death-gripping Ed’s thigh, the other balling the bedspread. Tight end, all right.
Ed gripped his shaft as Jack slowly pushed all the way in, pleasure tightening his sac, almost unbearable.
Ed moaned and arched, wordlessly begging for more. Jack loved how confident Ed was, how he lost himself in pleasure, grunting, begging, tweaking his nipples and tugging his cock. He wasn’t shy, knew what he liked, and went for it. It was the hottest abandon Jack had ever seen. The most intense sex he’d ever had.
He swiveled his hips, torturously withdrew, and surged forward again. Ed twisted his face and bit the edge of the pillow. His “more” was muffled but no less understood.
Jack thrust into Ed in earnest, the sounds of their slapping skin filling the room. Sweat beaded over his chest and his backside as he buried himself in Ed over and over, while light breezes softly cooled him again.
Ed hooked a hand under his knee and lifted, and Jack sank deeper into him. The pleasure burned. He slowed his thrusts to long, languid strokes and the flex of his hips. He wanted Ed to feel every inch of him; he wanted to feel every inch of Ed.
Ed cried out when Jack’s seeking thrusts quickened to right out plundering Ed’s prostate. He’d stopped to fist his stiff cock, holding himself open and working with Jack to increase the hard rhythm. “So close.”
Jack’s muscles strained as he evoked stuttering gasps out of Ed. Every nerve ending was on fire, orgasm building, tightening on the edge of thundering out of him.
He grunted as he rocked into Ed.
“Jack, I’m—” Ed clenched around Jack’s cock as he shot ribbons of come over his chest and the underside of his chin. Ed’s debased, broken moan had Jack chasing his orgasm.
Three strokes and his orgasm plowed through him. He felt it in his cock and balls, the backs of his legs, the heels of his feet, the curve of his shoulder, and his nape. He threw his head back as Ed flexed and wrung him for every drop of come he had.
A rugged laugh swept through him as he collapsed against Ed’s sticky chest. He sealed their lips together in a kiss.
“That was amazing,” Ed whispered, face flushed, eyes half-lidded in contentment.
“I don’t even have words for how incredible you are.” Jack nuzzled into Ed’s neck before he pulled out and took care of the condom.
He made quick work of tossing it in the trash and finding a cloth to clean them up. When he’d wiped Ed’s chest clean and licked off the dribble of come at his chin, Jack wrapped himself around Ed, arm stretched over his waist, a leg tucked around one of Ed’s. He absorbed the warmth of Ed’s flank against his stomach and chest.
“You’re still smiling like you’re hiding something,” Ed murmured, peeking at him out the corners of his eyes.
Jack smiled harder. He felt like he was soaring on one of the butterflies that constantly fluttered in his chest. Ed had shown up at Marcus’s game when he didn’t have to. When he’d known it was a sure thing that Jack would return.
That had to mean something. Mean what they had was more than just insane sexual chemistry.
“Did you ever tell your parents about Becky drinking?”
Ed rolled onto his side and leisurely lifted onto his elbow, squeezing Jack’s leg between his. “Where did that come from?”
Jack rolled his shoulder. “She tried so hard to get you to keep it secret.”
Ed eyed Jack’s grin before lifting to meet his eyes. He swallowed. “Yes, I told them. They needed to know.”
Jack listed forward, rolling Ed onto his back as he kissed those swollen lips. “This has been the best day ever.”
A soft laugh tickled over his chin. “It’s not finished yet.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Struggling to put the cufflink on his right sleeve, Jack came close to slapping the pair on the desk and going without them. He hated tuxedos in the best of times….
And this was hardly even a good time.
He grumbled until the tiny silver stick finally cooperated. He twisted it closed. At least the tux fit well. Marcus’s too. And he had to admit, Marcus cleaned up well. Nessa would be pleased.
He stared at the shiny rented matching shoes. Uncomfortable was a kind description, but Marcus insisted they get them. Given what was about to unfold, would anyone really remember if he wore black soccer sneakers with his tuxedo?
His sigh consumed his entire body. Fine. He slipped his feet into the tight shoes. Marcus would fuss all night otherwise.
The house felt weirdly quiet. Most parties had the guys bouncing around. Tonight they were either taking their dates to dinner or getting ready. Either way, it helped. He didn’t need a walk of shame down to his public humiliation.
Halfway down the stairs, Jack heard the doorbell. “I got it!” he shouted. Not that anyone would care.
“Brittany?” She wore a pale blue dress with her hair pinned up. “Wow. You look amazing.”
It didn’t happen much, but he had her at a loss for words. “Thanks, Jack. You look pretty hot too.”
“Yeah, like anyone cares.” He glanced over her shoulder. “Where’s Seth? I thought you went to dinner.”
“We did.” She passed by, and a breath of summer air breezed over him as he closed the door. “He and Billy needed to get something. They said it was a surprise.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“Yeah, why not?” Brittany looked around the foyer and peeked into the great room, which had been hastily cleaned after the victory party last night. “Seth said it was nice. He didn’t lie.”
The way she smiled when she mentioned Seth had Jack biting back a grin. So his girl was serious about her new guy…. Nice.
Jack followed her to a small table and held the chair for her. The raised eyebrow she gave almost got a smile. “Did you want something to drink?”
“No, I’ll wait.” Flicking a speck of glitter from the white tablecloth, she looked tense. “Where is everyone? It’s almost eight.”
Jack flipped a chair around and sat facing her. “No worries, I’m sure everyone will be here at eight so they don’t miss the main event.” He hitched his thumbs toward his chest and tried to laugh, but it came out as shallow as it felt.
A frown cut Brittany’s brow, and her voice came out soft. “I’m sorry you have to leave the house. I know how much it means to you.”
“It’s okay, really.” He blinked at the silver and crystal decorations and shrugged. “I mean, Marcus and I got to stay in our dad’s room for a year. We’d be moving out after next year anyway.”