I widened my eyes comically. “Really? I guess I’m not surprised, but don’t feel like you have to take her up on it. I’m wary of having too much family in the mix.”
“Your mom is easy. And she’s a great cook. My mom is the tricky one, and I officially don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He made a funny face, then narrowed his gaze. “So, tell me about that last play of the game again. Sounds exciting. Was it a cross-cage shot or—you’re not mad, are you?”
“Mad? No, but I don’t want her calling the shots. This is yours and—”
“Ours,” he corrected.
I nodded. “Ours. We don’t need their money, Der. But they’re your parents and I know they’re not easy, so I’m not going to jump in and make this more complicated than it has to be. But I need you to know that we’re gonna be fine. We’re smart, we have connections, experience, a business loan, and a lot of good will. Best of all, we have each other. I’m here for you, and I’ll do everything in my power to support you and make sure you succeed. We’re gonna be just fine, baby.”
Derek gave me a dreamy smile that made me feel ten feet tall. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I pulled him against my chest and pressed my lips to his.
We made out on the sofa, in a tangle of limbs and tongues, savoring each other. I could smell the soap from the shower he’d taken when he got home and taste the hint of chocolate ice cream on his lips. He was delicious. I loved the feel of him under me…his taut abs, muscular thighs, and the swell of his erection. I slipped my fingers under the elastic of his workout shorts and boxer briefs, sat up, and pulled the fabric over his cock. He gripped himself and met my gaze.
“Get naked,” he commanded.
I kicked my discarded clothes aside in a hurry before hiking one knee on a cushion and planting the other on the floor. I stroked my cock and watched him do the same as I tweaked his nipples. My man had seriously sensitive nipples. His eyes rolled back and his hand moved double time when I twisted one and then the other.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
I smiled at his incoherent grunt as I moved to kneel between his legs, curling my fingers around his. I took over with a steady pull…up and down, up and down, smearing our combined precum at each pass. Derek’s nostrils flared as he tilted his hips, looking for more action. And because teasing him was kind of fun, I slowed the pace.
I released him and pushed his knees to his chest, examining every inch of him. Every freckle, every rib, every bit of golden skin on my sexy blond-haired, blue-eyed man. He was perfect. So fucking beautiful and so mine.
Derek hadn’t swum competitively since graduation, but he still had a swimmer’s long, lean torso, broad shoulders, and narrow waist. I traced the prominent vein on his shaft and fondled his balls, letting my middle finger dip to massage the sensitive area around his entrance.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” He pulled his legs higher, exposing himself to me.
His complete lack of inhibition did something to me. It hadn’t always been like this. He’d been so careful and unsure when we first got together. Not anymore.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I purred, slipping the tip of my finger into his ass. Just the tip.
“You,” he grunted. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I will. Don’t worry about that. What else do you need?”
“Suck me.”
“And?”
“Fuck, Gabe. Just fucking do it. Put your tongue in my—ungh!”
I pounced, licking his puckered hole and tonguing his balls before going back for more. Derek writhed underneath me, chanting my name like a prayer as he pulled my hair with one hand and jacked himself with the other. I worked us both over, pumping my cock as I opened him up with my tongue.
I winced and glowered at him when he pulled a fistful of my hair. “Ow. Easy, baby.”
“Stop teasing me. Give me your dick,” he begged.
“Is there lube out here?” I checked the top drawer of the end table, chuckling when I remembered why it was empty.
Evan and his boyfriend, Mitch, were at our house for dinner a week ago. Mitch had been about to put his mai tai on the coffee table but stopped to ask if we had coasters…because he’s Mitch. Then he’d searched the end-table drawer and pulled out a jumbo-sized bottle of lube. And I was pretty sure more than half of it was gone. We’d all laughed, but Derek was slightly traumatized. He banished all lube to our bedroom.
“Ugh. It’s in our—”
“Come on.” I smacked his ass and offered my hand, pulling him with me down the hall to our room. I pointed at the bed like a caveman. “On your knees.”
I found the lube and poured a generous amount on my shaft and over his crack. Derek reached around to finger himself and damn, that might have been the sexiest sight ever. I swallowed hard as I climbed onto the mattress behind him. I tapped my cock on his hole and slid my length between his cheeks a couple of times, caressing his sides lovingly. The view from here was fucking insane. Back porn at its finest. Derek’s muscles rippled as he gripped the sheets and hung his head in anticipation.
“Please. I’m ready.”
I slipped a single digit inside him, twisting my wrist and stretching the muscle before adding a second…and a third. I pulled my fingers out, set the tip of my cock at his hole, and pushed.
Holy fuck. This never got old.
I licked my lips, willing myself to move slowly as I inched my bare cock inside my man. When I bottomed out, I sucked in a deep breath, running a soothing hand along his spine. I knew how to read him well. Derek went rigid while his body adjusted. The second he was comfortable, he’d hang his head, wiggle his ass, or do something to let me know he was ready.
Tonight he swayed slightly and hummed. I smiled as I leaned over to kiss his shoulder. Then I began to move. I rocked forward, letting out a lusty moan when he met my thrust. I went still and let him take over. He rode my cock, rocking his hips wantonly. When I smacked his ass, he arched and fucked himself…faster and faster, stroking his dick as he moved.
Watching my cock disappear inside him was mesmerizing as hell, but my control was slipping. I couldn’t wait for him to beg me. I grabbed his shoulders roughly and pulled him up so his back collided with my chest. Then I fisted his shaft and fucked him. Hard.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunted, nipping his shoulder as I pistoned my hips and wrapped my free arm around his chest, holding him close.
“Yes, yes. Oh God, I’m gonna come.”
His release spurted over my fingers and probably landed on my pillow. I didn’t care and I couldn’t stop. I pulled his chin to the side and licked the corner of his mouth as he gasped and shook. When his momentum faltered, I pulled him onto the mattress, lifted his right leg, and bucked into him. Three pumps later, I fell apart, shooting deep inside him and holding on for dear life until the last wave of pleasure subsided.
I panted heavily and stared at the ceiling. “Do you think it’ll still be this good when we’re old dudes?”
Derek chuckled as he rolled to face me. “Yeah, I do. There might be Viagra involved, but I know I’ll always want you.”
“Always?”
“Always.”