by L. A. Witt
The friction was getting a bit intense, though, so I murmured, “G-get some lube.”
“Condom?”
“No. Not yet.” I licked my lips. “We’ll get there.” Maybe. God knew if I’d last that long.
After I’d put some lube on my palm, I rolled onto my back, pulling him with me, and slicked up both our cocks. Then I closed my slippery hand around them. We were both fairly thick, and my hands weren’t exactly huge, but I managed to get my fingers over his and my thumb under mine, and that was enough to tease both swollen heads and rigid shafts.
Noah moaned, rocking back and forth. The underside of his cock slid across mine, and I moaned too, stroking us as he started picking up speed. He touched his forehead to mine and panted hard against my lips as he thrust into my hand. We fell into the most delicious rhythm, moving like we were fucking, and his thrusts were almost as heady as his gasps and curses. We tried to kiss. Didn’t do very well, but I didn’t care. I loved the way his mouth tasted even when we weren’t pulling off some flawless movie-grade kiss.
He thrust harder, and swore under his breath. “Oh God, Anthony . . .” My name always sounded downright pornographic when he said it like that, in that breathy voice that meant he was about to lose it. It turned me on to know he was that far gone and could still remember I was the one making him come unglued.
And now I was the one on the edge, and I broke the sort-of-kiss enough for a ragged, “Don’t stop.” The words seemed to run together. There was no telling if he understood, but he definitely didn’t stop. Groaning softly, he let his head fall beside mine, and he fucked against me harder. Even with the lube, the friction was mind-blowing. Not only our dicks rubbing together in my hand, but our bodies. We fit together. We just . . . we just fit. I knew how to make him crazy, and he knew how to make me crazy, and everything was so perfect and so intense, I could almost cry, especially as he drove me closer and closer to coming, and—
Noah shuddered hard, and suddenly there was hot semen mixing with the lube, and then I was coming too, and we both jerked and shivered and thrust against each other. It was messy and wet and so, so fucking hot, and when it was too much, we both exhaled and relaxed. He sank down onto me. I closed my eyes. And we just breathed.
“Oh my God,” I whispered after a while. “That was . . .”
“It’s always amazing with you,” he slurred. “Can’t . . . get enough.”
“Neither can I.”
“Isn’t just the sex either.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s you.” He kissed below my ear. “I love you, Anthony.”
My breath caught. “You . . .”
He lifted himself up and looked in my eyes. “I mean it. I love you.”
I was so startled, I couldn’t speak for a few seconds. And then the perfect absurdity of the moment sank in. This wasn’t our romantic walk on the beach. It wasn’t a candlelit dinner or an emotional kiss good-bye at the airport. Naked, sweaty, covered in cum, and that was when he’d whispered those words, and somehow, it was . . . well, perfect.
I curved a hand around the back of his neck and drew him down, and right before our lips met, I breathed, “I love you too.”
And I was already counting down until he came to see me again in Denver.
My bedroom was brighter than it usually was in the morning. There was actually light coming in through the down-turned blinds. Out of habit, I winced, expecting my eyes to start throbbing, but they didn’t. A dull ache prodded the back of my skull, but it was bearable.
Still cautious, I opened my eyes and tried to figure out what was different. Why the room was so bright.
Oh. Because the sun was up. In fact, it was way up.
I picked up my phone to check the time: 10:37.
Hey, look at that. I finally managed to sleep in.
Smiling to myself, I set the phone aside and cuddled up to Anthony. It was no wonder, really. Didn’t matter how conditioned I was to getting up at oh dark thirty—after being up half the night, alternately fucking and talking to Anthony, I was lucky I hadn’t slept until noon. Or later.
And I felt amazing. My body ached all over like it always did when I’d spent a night with him. It would for the next couple of days. Around the time I couldn’t feel him anymore, I’d start getting restless, watching the clock like I could will it to speed up and get me to the day I’d head to the airport so I could see him again.
Anthony stirred and curled his fingers around my hand. I kissed the back of his shoulder. He murmured softly, then drifted off again, and I didn’t try to wake him up. This was too perfect—he could sleep as long as he wanted, and I’d lie here holding him, soaking up the warmth of his skin against mine and his presence in my bed. Eyes closed, breathing in that familiar scent of him, it wasn’t long before I fell asleep too.
It couldn’t last forever, though. No matter how much I loved being with him, cuddling up next to him and enjoying the dull aches and twinges that came from being with someone as rough and insatiable as him, time refused to stop and let us be. Eventually, there was no ignoring the day, so we pried ourselves apart and out of my bed.
As soon as our feet touched the floor, it was like time jerked forward. I’d expected a long, leisurely day of coffee, a late breakfast, and some afternoon sex, but it all flew by, and suddenly it was over. Way too soon, it was four o’clock. Anthony was packing his things and checking in online for his flight.
My heart sank when he closed his laptop and slid it into his carry-on bag. In silence, we got up and headed for the door. It should’ve been getting easier to watch him go—or to leave his place—as we continued doing this. After all, I already had my tickets to come see him again. Before I’d touched down in Denver, he’d have his next Portland tickets. It wasn’t like one of us was leaving on a deployment or something. Two weeks apart was a cakewalk in the Navy.
But each time, I swore it was just a little harder to let him go.
At the door, he faced me. “Well.” He smiled halfheartedly and adjusted the strap on his shoulder. “Guess I should get going. In case there’s traffic going into Portland.”
“Yeah. Good idea.”
Our eyes locked. My heart was still heavy at the thought of sleeping without him tonight, but at the same time, it sped up as I gazed into those beautiful eyes.
His eyebrows rose. “So, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks?”
“Absolutely.” I put a hand on his waist. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” He lifted his chin to kiss me, and wrapped his arms around my neck. As soon as he tilted his head, I knew the smart thing to do would be to gently pull back and let him be on his way, but I couldn’t resist. I loved the way his tongue teased my lips apart before sliding past. The second his tongue was in my mouth, my knees weakened. I snaked my hand to his lower back, but that didn’t help me regain my balance, and it sure as hell didn’t get me any closer to letting him go. Especially not now that our hips were touching and my cock was rapidly getting hard.
Fuck it.
I pushed him up against the door. He whimpered softly and held me tighter. When I broke the kiss and went for his neck, he dug his fingers into my shoulders.
“You’re . . . not making it very easy to leave.”
“You’re not making it very easy to let you leave.”
“It’s Sunday night.” His Adam’s apple bobbed near my lips. “There won’t be traffic.” He let the bag slide off his shoulder, and somehow had the presence of mind to ease it to the floor so he wouldn’t crack his laptop. “A few more minutes won’t—” He pulled my head back and kissed me before he could finish his thought, and I didn’t argue. Hard as I was now, I was going to be jerking off before he’d made it out of the parking lot anyway.
He pressed his hips against mine, rubbing our erections together, and moaned into my kiss. We had a few minutes. Enough time to get him off, at least.
I slid my hand over the front of his pants and squeezed hard enough to make hi
m gasp and arch off the door. Then I started on his zipper.
“Oh God,” he breathed, and fumbled with my belt.
I closed my fingers around his rock-hard cock. A second later, he had his hand around mine and, kissing breathlessly, we stroked each other. My head was spinning, my toes curling in my socks, my mouth trying to remember how to kiss and curse and breathe all at the same time, and it . . .
Fuck. It wasn’t enough. I wanted him naked. I wanted us sixty-nining on the bed, or fucking over the side of the mattress or . . . something. A couple of frantic handjobs by the door would just leave me that much more frustrated. There wasn’t time for that anyway. There was barely time for this. In fact, how much time did we have?
Somehow, even as we frantically pumped each other’s cock, I found the self-control to look at my watch.
Damn it.
“If you don’t leave now,” I panted against his lips, “there’s no way you’re gonna make your flight.”
Anthony’s hand slowed, and he looked in my eyes. “Is that a warning or an invitation?”
My own hand stopped. My heart pounded. “I . . .”
“If you want me to go, I have to go now.” A hint of desperation creased his forehead. “But if you want me to stay—”
I kissed him. I let go of his cock and cupped his face, and he slid his hands up my shoulders, and we probably looked ridiculous—kissing tenderly up against the door with our cocks hanging out and his luggage at our feet. Fine. I didn’t care how we looked as long as he wasn’t gone.
When we separated this time, he turned my wrist slightly to glance at my watch, then looked at me with wide puppy-dog eyes. “Looks like I missed my flight. Any chance I can stay with you tonight?”
Touching my forehead to his, I laughed. “Well, it’s my fault you missed it, so I think I kind of owe you.”
“Hmm, yeah. You do.” He teased my erection with his fingertips. “What do you say we go back in the bedroom, and we’ll call it square?”
“Deal.”
Moments later, we tumbled onto my bed, laughing and touching. He pushed me onto my back and straddled me, and this was a weird kind of turned on that I didn’t think I’d ever been before. Like I’d been resigned to my only outlets being my hand and a small collection of toys for the next two weeks, and then out of nowhere, I had him in bed again. On top of me. Against me. Pulling at my clothes in between pulling the breath right out of me.
Anthony sat up to take off his shirt. As he came back down, though, he paused. Our eyes met, and relief rippled through me. He was still here. I traced his cheekbone with my fingertips, and his jaw and the curve of his neck, and yes, he was here. In my town. In my apartment. In my bed.
And suddenly . . . everything seemed to slow down. My pulse was still racing, and I was still nearly vibrating with need for him, but the sense of urgency eased off a bit. Now that the window was closed and Anthony wasn’t going anywhere, we weren’t in quite such a hurry anymore. We didn’t need to be. In fact, as long as he was missing his flight, why not indulge in some slow, languid sex that took half the night?
I slid my hand up into his hair, drew him down, and kissed him, and he was obviously on the same page. His lips and tongue were gentler now, tasting and exploring instead of demanding. Clothes still came off, but didn’t fly quite as far from the bed now. Seams didn’t rip. Buttons didn’t snap off. After what seemed like days, we were naked and under the covers, making out and touching each other like this was the first time all over again.
“We still have condoms left, don’t we?” he asked.
I nodded. “Oh yeah. Plenty.”
“Good. Because I want to put one on.” The promise in his growled words sent shivers down my spine.
“Yeah. Good . . . good idea.”
He kissed me again. While he reached for the nightstand, I got up on my hands and knees, and tried not to explode from pure anticipation as he knelt behind me. It occurred to me that he might pick this moment to tease me with his fingers when he knew I wanted his dick, and I silently begged him not to do that this time. I was way too turned on. We may have had all night to fool around, but I couldn’t wait all night to have him.
Once he had on the condom and lube, he didn’t bother with fingers, teasing or otherwise, except to quickly put some lube on me. We’d done this enough times, he knew I could take him, especially after he’d already topped me twice this weekend. He pushed in slowly, though, and I was thankful he wasn’t in a hurry now. We’d gotten a little rough this morning since it’d been—in theory—the last time we would fuck before his visit was over. So I, for one, was kind of tender in places.
“You all right?” he murmured in my ear.
I nodded. “Might have to take it easy this round.”
“I’m good with that.” He kissed the side of my neck. “Like this feels . . . feels fucking good.”
Closing my eyes, I exhaled. “God, yeah, it does.”
He stayed like that too—rocking back and forth, sliding in and out like we had all the time in the world to drive each other wild. In a way, we did. Instead of a few minutes by the door, now we had the rest of today and all night. With as brief as our visits had to be, that felt like forever, and I loved being able to savor him. His body, his presence, his hot skin, the way he fucked me, the way he moaned when he felt good—all of him.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I put mine over the top of his. As he buried his face against my neck and slowly rode me, it wasn’t physically possible for us to be touching more than we were. He was supposed to be miles away now, already at the airport, through security, and bored at his gate. We should’ve been texting. Spinning each other up about our next visit.
But he was here. Deep inside me. Skin warming mine. Breath rushing across my neck. The bed’s quiet creaking getting steadily louder as he began to pick up speed. I’d relaxed enough now that he could fuck me harder without hurting me, and my fingers and toes curled as he pushed me closer and closer to the brink. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to keep my orgasm at bay, but Anthony wasn’t having it. He knew me too well. Knew exactly how to angle his cock and right when to sink his teeth into my shoulder so I’d break into a million pieces, and this time, his teeth had barely grazed my skin before an orgasm jolted me so violently, I nearly knocked us both off-balance. He tightened his arm around me, though, and held us up as he fucked me until I couldn’t possibly come anymore, and then he too shuddered, and his cock pulsed inside my tender, well-fucked ass.
And we were still.
Trembling. His arm around me. His cock buried in me. His breath rushing past the place his teeth had no doubt left a mark.
But for a few long seconds . . . still.
Before he started going soft, he pulled out, and somehow we both managed to stagger to our feet and clean ourselves up. Then we settled as we always did after we’d had sex—his head on my shoulder, naked limbs tangled up with mine, his arm across my stomach with a thin sheet over both of us. As always, it was perfect.
After a while, Anthony said, “I guess I’ll call my boss later. Let her know I missed my flight.”
“I’m assuming you’ll leave this part out.”
Anthony laughed. “Yeah, no, I don’t think she needs this tidbit.” He paused. “Though it would be kind of funny to call in fucked to work.”
I snorted and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’ll write you a note if need be.”
“Oh God.” He smothered another laugh. “Dear Ms. Dixon, please excuse Anthony from work because he was fucking instead of flying, and also his ass is kind of sore, so he’d rather not sit at his desk all day.”
We collapsed into semidrunken laughter.
“I could totally write it if you think she’ll—”
“No.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be in enough trouble anyway.”
I stiffened. “You won’t actually get in trouble, will you?”
“Nah. She might be annoyed, though. Especially since I’ll mis
s the Monday morning staff meeting.” He melodramatically put his hand to his forehead. “The horrors!”
“So she won’t be angry, just disappointed.”
“Basically.”
I chuckled and nuzzled his cheek. “Well, I can’t keep you from disappointing your boss, but if it’s any consolation, you’re definitely not disappointing me.”
He grinned, trailing his fingers along the shaved sides of my head. “And now I’ve got all night to not disappoint you.”
“At least until I have to get up at three thirty.”
Anthony made a face. “Oh dear God.”
“Don’t worry.” I brushed a light kiss across his lips. “I’ll leave a key. Lock up on your way out and drop the key through the mail slot.”
“Okay good. Because this boy does not get out of bed at three thirty. For anything.”
“I wouldn’t unless I had to, believe me.”
“Ugh. Well.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around my neck. “If nothing else, I can promise you will get plenty of sleep tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” I smoothed his hair.
“Oh yeah. When I’m done with you, you will sleep like the dead.”
I shivered. As I drew him closer, I whispered, “I am really glad you decided to stay.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
My boss was flexible about things, but the Navy wasn’t so forgiving. The next morning, Noah kissed me good-bye at . . . fuck, I didn’t know what time. It was still dark, for God’s sake. I wasn’t sure how I was remotely conscious at that hour. Maybe I was dreaming.
Whatever the case, when I finally woke up for real around eight, I was alone in Noah’s bed. Waking up without him was always kind of depressing, but as satisfied as I was after our bonus night? I couldn’t complain. In fact, I was grinning like an idiot, and wouldn’t have cared if anyone saw me like this.
I’d rescheduled my flight last night while Noah cooked dinner, and though I needed to hit the road soon, it wasn’t a mad rush. So, I took my time checking my phone, sending a few sexts to Noah, and then shuffling into the bathroom for a shower.
