“Mhmm,” I agree, “And I will again, but right now, I have something else in mind.”
“I trust you,” he says, and the words lodge themselves in my heart.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I bend to kiss him, taking it slow and easy, despite his mouth’s demands for more. We’ve got five more days left of spring break, and I intend to use them well. Trailing my hand down his chest, I pull back and sigh. “I never got the whole athlete thing. But it makes sense now.” My fingers explore his abs and the faint trail of hair that leads south. Booker gasps, so sensitive to my touch as I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking and teasing.
“I need—” he pleads.
“I know what you need,” I assure him, nudging him onto his side and aligning our bodies together. “Watch,” I instruct, taking us both in my hand. I stroke upward, long and slow, and am rewarded by a gratifying gasp from Booker.
“It gets better, babe,” I tell him.
“Impossible,” he utters, his lips parting and eyes at half-mast.
“Just wait,” I promise, teasing us both again with slow languid strokes, coaxing precum from both our slits. Releasing my grip for a second, I lick my hand and return to my task.
“Fuck,” Booker moans, and a terrible part of me is pleased that I make him forget his no-swearing rule.
“Ian, holy…hell…” he curses, looking down between us. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Continuing to jack us both, I quicken my strokes and lean in for a kiss, which he eagerly returns. “You feel that, Book? How thick and heavy you are in my grip? How hard you make me?”
“Yes, fuck. Yes,” he chants, thrusting his hips in time with my strokes.
“It’s what you need, isn’t it?”
“God, yes.”
I take my time torturing him with kisses, keeping a steady rhythm as I push us both toward the edge.
“Can I…can I, God… Give me your hand,” he pants, and I oblige, releasing our cocks.He takes my hand in his slightly larger one and brings it to his lips. I’m expecting a gentle kiss, but that’s not what I get. He licks my hand hungrily, kisses it, savoring the taste of our precum on his lips.
“Sweet Jesus,” I murmur, pulling my hand back and gripping our cocks once again. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“So good…too good.”
“Do it, then,” I tell him. “Come hard all over my hand, my stomach, my…”
“Ian!” He cries out my name as his release overtakes him, and I follow quickly, my body thrumming with need and energy.
When I woke up this morning, I had no clue I’d end the day in Booker’s bed. But I never want to leave.
Chapter 16
Booker
I leanmy head back against the pillows just as Ian curls his lean body into my side.
He presses a kiss to my chest and looks up at me. “So, no one knows?”
I close my eyes. “No one.”
“Not even Whit?”
I shake my head, still refusing to look at him.
“Baby, do you think it will change the way they feel about you?”
“No. It’s that,” I say, opening my eyes and peering into his. “They’re super open-minded, always have been. If we’d all walked in on one of us kissing a guy or you know…what we just did…”
