I was gasping, hips flexing, my hands tangled in the sheets…. I was lost on a sea of pure pleasure that became even more wildly intense when Avery brushed lube-covered fingers over my tight opening. “Oh God….” I shivered and braced myself for the first invasion as ever-so-slowly, Avery eased a single finger inside my body and there was a brief, burning sensation as the muscles adjusted to the newness of what was happening. I drew in a shuddering breath; I felt Avery begin to carefully, gradually move the finger inside of me and the discomfort was quick to fade and a wondrous sensation took its place.
My back arched again, and Avery’s mouth left my cock to first teasingly lap at my balls before sucking them into his mouth.
Humming, sending enthralling vibrations from my balls up my spine, Avery gently added a second finger to the first and this time, the muscles gave more easily. “Feels so good….” I half-whimpered the words. I wanted Avery to know how wonderful it felt—how right. I was under his spell completely; my body literally throbbed. I wasn’t certain how much longer the pressure building inside me could successfully be suppressed by sheer will. “Avery….” His name was ripped from me when he again easily swallowed my cock, just as a third finger entered me. In the most perfect sync, the fingers inside me moved and curled, hitting the sensitive patch Avery so skillfully sought while his mouth and tongue worked together to propel me over the edge into a soul-shattering release.
I didn’t just cry out, I screamed as the pleasure rolled over me again and again, and I spilled myself into Avery’s mouth.
Still, Avery stayed with me, his fingers still flexing, curling, flexing, until I whimpered again and carefully, he withdrew those talented fingers and with casual ease kissed his way up my body an exploring inch at a time. “So beautiful, baby.” Avery whispered the words against my chest between kisses and once more, my hand tangled in his damp hair. “Loved doing that for you… loved seeing you come apart like that….” His mouth was finally on mine again, and I kissed him fiercely. I could taste myself; it was heady, delicious, and I greedily devoured Avery’s mouth.
Never breaking the kiss, he parted my legs again and pushed my knees up, and I didn’t feel hesitation or fear.
Gasping, Avery pulled back from the kiss, and I felt dazed, so many emotions and needs warred inside me.
“Just relax for me, baby,” Avery interjected, easily lifting my legs to drape them over his shoulders, and I blushed at the exposed position. “I promise, I’ll make this good for you.” Those remarkable eyes held mine, and I wanted to tell him he had already made this beyond good—it was wonderful, perfect, better than I could have imagined, but the words failed me as Avery quickly snatched a condom, ripped open the pack, and slipped it over his shaft. I was mesmerized watching—damn, but the sight was amazingly erotic. He was so beautiful. I wanted to tell him that again, but I couldn’t form words when slowly, cautiously, Avery began pushing himself inside of me and again, after a brief burning sensation, my body accepted him, an inch at a time. He filled me, consumed me; the entire time, our eyes held, and I realized again that this connection we had went beyond the merely physical. I was home. The thought made tears sting my eyes, but I blinked them away—crying wasn’t what I wanted now, with Avery completely inside of me. I could feel every blessed inch buried in my ass, and the feeling couldn’t be described with words, because it was indescribable.
For an endless moment, Avery held perfectly still and then, carefully, he moved once, twice, and that was all it took to spark the fire; my cock was again painfully hard, and Avery’s hand wrapped around me once more. “Let go and enjoy this, baby.” Avery stroked me with one hand as the other held tightly to my hip and together, almost effortlessly, we found a rhythm, steady, strong, a perfect cadence. I reached up and wrapped a hand around his arm. I needed to touch him as much as possible. I wanted the moment to last forever, but I knew it wouldn’t, it couldn’t, not with the heat generating between us as Avery began to move faster and faster. His hips snapped forward again and again, and I arched my back as I thrust up to meet him, to accept him and the rightness of what we had found together.
“Avery….” I cried his name as hot come shot over my chest and stomach and less than a second later, Avery’s orgasm followed mine. His fingers gripped my hip so tightly I knew I’d have bruises come morning, but I didn’t care. “Avery….” His name escaped me again as Avery’s weight collapsed heavily against me, his delectable skin damp with sweat, scorching hot; he was breathing erratically, but so was I as I lifted a hand and stroked it up and down his back while he buried his face snugly against my neck. I turned my head and kissed his hair. I could hear the beat of music echoing from downstairs, and it surprised me—I had honestly forgotten there was a party taking place below us. It seemed nothing else in the world mattered beyond what Avery and I had found. Together. I smiled lazily, and Avery finally lifted his head to look at me, and I knew the dazed and oh-so-very-satisfied light in his eyes was reflected in mine as well. Avery smiled with such natural ease, it nearly stole the breath I had just managed to regain.
My hand moved to his hair, which was damp as well, and he made a sound that was suspiciously close to a pleased purr. “You’re sort of amazing, Mr. Beckett.” He was so much more than merely amazing, but the way Avery grinned told me he was fairly delighted with the compliment, and I smiled. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to smile. Avery made me want to smile and laugh and make love with him again and again. It was impossible to believe I hadn’t wanted to attend Kappa Psi Delta fraternity’s Back to School Bash, but now I thanked God that I had, because it had changed my life.
“You’re pretty damn amazing yourself, Mr. Lennox. I’ve met my match.” The way he said it told me exactly what he meant.
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. I have a good feeling about us, baby. A real good feeling.”
“Me too,” I whispered. “A real good feeling.” He eased away from me then, and I felt the loss of his weight and the pressure of him buried deep inside me. It felt oddly like he was a part of me now, and I didn’t want to be away from him. Certainly, it was strange how quickly our connection developed, but I decided not to question it as Avery went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he had a washrag in hand. I happily watched each move he made as he perched himself on the edge of the bed, and using the warm rag, Avery quietly cleaned each of us. It was another remarkably gentle, caring gesture. Avery was so much more than even I had imagined; yes, he was beautiful and sinfully sexy, but he was also kind and gentle and thoughtful, and I was damn grateful we had somehow found one another. We were a truly unexpected match, the jock and the wallflower. Who would ever have imagined? Maybe it was possible for secret dreams to come true. I figured I might have to reevaluate some of my more cynical views in light of this new found happiness; being chronically cynical would be an unwelcome challenge when everything in my life felt so perfect, as Avery tossed the rag to the floor and crawled back into the bed.
Resting on his back, Avery pulled me to him so my head rested comfortably on his chest and he cradled me close, his hand stroking over my hip lazily. “So, I know we’ve put the cart before the horse, so to speak, but I really would like to take you out on that date.”
“Avery—”
“I mean it. I want to show you how much I like you. I want to do the things couples are supposed to do together.”
“Is that a good idea?” I asked softly.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you’re in a unique position, being on the baseball team and all. If we’re seen out, chances are, people will talk.”
“So?”
“So, I’m pretty much openly gay and you—”
“Don’t worry about that.” Avery pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Coach Harris knows I’m gay, and so does Brent. Neither have a problem with it, and if someone does, they can kiss my ass because I don’t care.”
“I just don’t want to cause problems for you.”
“You won’t. Unless you don’t want to see me again. If that’s the case, I have to tell you, you’ll be breaking my heart.”
Laughing, I snuggled closer to him. “Believe me, I won’t be saying I don’t want to see you again, and I would love to go on that date with you, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. I had never used such an endearment before, but somehow, it suited Avery, and the way he hugged me tight told me he liked it.
What we had, whatever it was, it was new, precious, but I honestly did believe it could turn into something lasting.
Content, I closed my eyes and enjoyed just being close to Avery when he again kissed my forehead. “Any chance I’ve changed your mind about not liking jocks?” He was teasing me, and I knew it, which made me feel warm and safe; I was right where I was meant to be, and I was damn happy about it.
“Well, I don’t know about all jocks, but I do like you.” I lifted my head to look at him with a delighted smile.
“Just me, huh?”
“Just you.”
“You know what? That’s good enough for me, baby.” He pulled me to him, kissing me with tenderness and passion, and I melted into him because he was right—it was good enough, and it was only going to get better.
About the Author
Born and raised in Florida, LISA MARIE DAVIS spends her time writing and babysitting her nearly three-year-old nephew, Zach. A night owl, most of her writing gets done well after one in the morning when the rest of the world is happily sleeping.
Visit her blog at http://lisamariedavis.livejournal.com/.
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May 2011
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