something different between us tonight. Maybe because he was going away, maybe because I’d watched him get chased by a duck, maybe because we were boyfriends now, a thought so exciting I could barely think it without bursting into giggles.
Whatever it was, Hayden had just offered me the hottest thing I could imagine.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Hayden nodded. “I’m sure. I trust you.”
“Have you ever…?”
He nodded again, biting his lip, and I remembered what Andre said about how it’d feel to have him spread out on the bed under you. How hot it’d be to have him surrender like that.
And once again, Andre was right. He could’ve had a career handing out sex advice.
But it was more than that. Hayden’s uncertain little bitten lip made me want to take care of him like he kept taking care of me.
I rolled us both over, gasping at how soft and vulnerable Hayden suddenly looked, all dark hair against white sheets.
I couldn’t have resisted kissing him if I’d wanted to—and I didn’t want to.
“I’ll be so careful with you,” I promised, pressing soft kisses to his lips, his nose, his brows, nuzzling his ear on the way to trailing down his jaw and smiling as he squirmed under me.
I’d never get tired of Hayden. Never be done exploring his body, learning all the places he liked to be touched and all the ways I could touch them. Every inch, every secret, every spot that made his breath hitch, the perfect pressure to make him moan and sigh and gasp and beg for more. For me.
I’d never felt like this about anyone, and I’d never been so scared.
But if this was one of my last chances to make him happy, then I was going to make him the happiest man alive.
“Wes,” Hayden said, looking at me with dark, hooded eyes, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Hmm?” I turned my attention away from kissing my way down his chest to listen to whatever he was about to say.
“You could, umm…” Hayden cleared his throat. “You could be a little rough.”
26
Hayden
I hadn’t bottomed a lot in my life, but tonight, it was exactly what I wanted. I only had Wes for a little while longer, and I wanted everything. Every single thing I could get, every part of him, every possible memory to take with me.
Wes was exactly as careful as he’d promised he would be, every kiss and touch and stroke so gentle I was in danger of bursting into tears.
When we finally came together, I knew I’d made a good choice. I’d never, in my entire life, felt closer to another person than I did to Wes right now. Legs wrapped around his waist, cock trapped between our stomachs, barely breaking apart to breathe as we kissed and kissed and kissed, like neither of us could imagine anything better than just being together.
I couldn’t.
The thought of losing all this stuck like a thorn in my chest, but kissing Wes, touching him, feeling him soothed it, taking the sharp point of the pain away until all that was left was pleasure and joy and love.
I’d always thought making love was a weird, outdated way of saying fucking, but I understood now that it meant something different. It meant this beautiful coming together of two people who were made for each other and only cared about making each other happy.
How was I meant to give it up?
“Still okay?” Wes asked, kissing the tip of my nose.
I must’ve gone quiet.
“Perfect,” I said, slipping my hand under his where it was braced on the bed, linking our fingers together, squeezing tight as he rocked into me, warm pleasure building in the pit of my stomach.
“Not sure I’d go that far,” Wes teased, laughing as he kissed me again.
I bit down on his lip as a surge of need brought me right up to the edge, gripping him with my free hand to pull him closer, squeezing to speed him up. The last thing I wanted was for this to be over, but I needed to come.
Wes gave me exactly what I needed without hesitating, biting down on my lip in turn, speeding up until we were both gasping for breath, sweat-slicked skin sliding freely against each other, summer heat and body heat turned up to a furnace.
He tipped me over and followed me down, cries muffled into each other’s mouths as we came together, rocking through tingling aftershocks until it was too much, Wes rolling to