concussion. My brain is a fragile thing. I’ve been hit in the head a lot.”
“It shows,” I said, which would have been more devastating had I not been once again straddling his body, fondling his upper arms with my erection pointing like an arrow to his mouth. “It’s hot when you call me Carson.”
“I will call you whatever you want to be called. I pinky promise to fuck you into the mattress. If you will unhook me and let me get back on the bed.”
“You won’t chicken out?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Okay. Fine.”
Eric was right, the bed was a good idea. Waiting for Eric to be my first had been an even better idea, though my appreciation for my past partners increased by the second as I tried to take in more of Eric’s cock, which apparently had grown several inches wider since we’d started. You’d think a half a bottle of lube would be enough, wouldn’t you?
“Your dick should come with a fucking warning,” I forced out through gritted teeth.
“Objects in your ass are larger than they appear?” he suggested, his voice as strained as mine.
Laughing while impaled was a unique experience. All laughter fled, turned to groans as I slid down another inch. “Fuck.” How could something feel so amazing and be almost too much at the same time? All my nerves were on overload. The stretch and pressure in my ass bordering on feeling spectacular. The trembling in my thighs and Eric’s fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. The way his body shivered as he fought to hold still.
And the look in his eyes. God, his eyes. Reverent. How could someone as amazing as him be looking at someone like me that way? I wondered what my face was giving away. Could he see I loved him?
“Jesus, Jake.” Sweat rolled down his temples and he twitched beneath me. “I have to move. Please. Are you okay?”
I shifted my hips forward and back experimentally, squeezing my ass around the iron bar he called a cock. Holy hell that felt good. Experiment successful. “Oh fuck. I’m good. So good. Move. Please.”
His relieved exhale was all the warning I got. He moved. I moved. The fucking earth moved. I ended up on my back, legs and arms wrapped around him like a spider monkey as he pounded into me, the mattress slamming against the wall in rhythm.
His head dropped into the curve of my shoulder. “Oh, Jake,” he breathed. My hands slipped on the sweat of his back, blunt nails scoring his skin. He thrust hard, getting deeper than I’d thought possible and froze. I held him as he shuddered against me, coming with quiet moans. The heat of it surprised me. I slipped a hand between us, desperate for that last push over the edge. Eric pushed himself up on trembling arms and kissed me, and I came so hard, my back arched off the bed, lifting him up. Eric fucked me through it, bringing me higher and higher, his burning eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Finally, when it got too much, I pushed him off me, panting for air. “Jesus Christ,” I said.
“Oh, yeah,” Eric said, breath still shaky and body pressed against mine. “Worth waiting for?”
“Don’t be smug,” I said.
He laughed. “That’s a yes,” he said smugly. “For the record, I definitely love you. I don’t even care if it is Stockholm syndrome.”
I didn’t either. “You called me Jake.”
“Throes of passion. Teenage fantasies coming true, etcetera. Seventeen-year-old Eric was stoked, dude.”
“Idiot,” I said with a laugh. “Well, seventeen-year-old Jake was pretty stoked, too.”
We lay next to each other on the ruined bed until the cooling sweat and drying bodily fluids drove us into the shower. “Is it tacky to call room service to remake the bed?” I asked.
“Oh, God,” he said, covering his face with his hands. “Please don’t. I won’t be able to show my face. I’ll have to jump out the window.”
“Fine,” I said. “But you get the wet spot.”
“A price I’m willing to pay.”
23 Eric
I didn’t know what time it was. It was late, wee small hours of the night late. Carson lay next to me on the bed, sleeping curled on his side, the blanket pulled up to his chin. Carson. Jake. Carson. I tried the names out in my head. Carson felt better. It felt like the future. Jake belonged to the past.
I couldn’t believe he’d waited for me to be the first. I wondered how long