Cary complied, fucking me into the mattress. If I wasn’t so close, so far gone, I’d have wanted to try different positions, butas it was, I was putty. Cary’s pounding into me had turned me into a puddle of pure need.
I felt it as he began to climax, and my body immediately reacted. I arched back as his hands gripped my legs tighter.
He thrust again, and I came so hard it reached the headboard behind me. Cary roared as he climaxed almost at the same time I did, slowly thrusting into me, emptying into the condom before falling face-first onto me.
We both panted as the euphoria and afterglow took us. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. I’d never been sexed-up so completely and utterly in all my life. As my heart slowly calmed, I savored the comforting feeling of Cary’s entire body pressing down on top of me like a weighted blanket. For the first time maybe ever, I felt safe, secure, and as if I was exactly where I belonged.
32
Cary
Ijust couldn’t anymore.I’d spent too much time trying to avoid my attraction to Evan. Pretending like I didn’t want him, need him, that I’d be content simply being friends. When he stood there in that tiny excuse for a robe, his hair still dripping and smelling like the most delicious dessert, I had to know.
Did he want me like I wanted him? He had given signs and had even kissed me, but that wasn’t enough to know for sure. So, I had to ask. Finally, when he kissed me, thrusting himself onto me, I had my answer.
After that, screw everything else. I wanted him, he wanted me, and fuck if we weren’t going to explore that to the fullest extent possible.
Evan had given me all of himself, he held nothing back, and my heart, whether I approved or not, reacted with pure affection.
I lay on my back as the afterglow swept over me. Evan cuddled against me, and I didn’t think I’d been this happy in my entire life.
“So, are you okay?” Evan asked, and I smiled.
“Oh, so very good. You?” I asked. Unable to move yet, I glanced over at him.
He closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
We stayed like that for several minutes before he squirmed. “Gotta go clean up,” he said, causing me to laugh. I’d been fucked enough times to know what he meant, especially if it’d been a while.
When he returned, he had a wet towel that he handed me, then sat on the side of the bed. “I-I know I’m not much to look at, Cary, and if you regret this or wish we hadn’t done it, I won’t be upset. I’d prefer to, you know… know before I start having feelings and all.”
I leaned up, pulling him to me. “Where’s this coming from?” I asked.
Evan shook his head. “I’m overthinking. I do that. Just ignore me. I enjoyed it.”
I guided his chin up, so he was looking me in the eye. “I think you are one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met, Evan, and I really liked having sex with you.” Evan humphed like he didn’t believe me. “Hey, are you questioning my taste?”
He smiled then, but it was tempered. “No, but you don’t have to give me false platitudes. I know I’m a plain Jane.”
“You fishing for compliments?” I asked, pulling him back into bed and onto his back before crawling back on top.
He laughed. “Oh god, you feel so good on me.” He leaned up and kissed me, then wiggled out from under me. “Listen, I’m just being honest with you and myself. I’m not on your level, I know that. You’re like a ten, and I’m like four or a five at most.” He moved toward the bathroom, with me on his heels. “I’m just saying, if this is just sex, let me know upfront because I tend to get close, fast, and I’ve already got a sore heart. I don’t want another anytime soon.”
“Okay, I’ll play. Tell me what’s so plain about you.”
He turned back toward me instead of turning on the water for the shower. “Um, okay. I’ve got a dent right here,” he said, pointing at his right cheek above his mouth.
“Your dimple?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Yeah, my dimple. It makes me look old.”
I cocked an eyebrow, sure he was giving me grief. “Okay, what else?”
Evan turned toward the mirror and sighed. “My eyes are too big and too close together. And my eyelashes just make them look bigger.”
“You know those are assets, right? Who told you all this?” I asked, beginning to see where this was likely going.
“Oh, well, mostly my ex, Andy. He seemed to love pointing out my flaws.”
