Page 54 of All's Fair in Love and Pizza
I lined my sheathed cock at Rob’s hole and pushed. We moaned, our eyes locked as I inched my way inside. I moved slowly, savoring the moment. He was tight and hot, and so damn sexy.
“Am I hurting you?”
He grunted. “No. I’m—I haven’t done this in a while. But…I’m okay. You can move.”
I rocked my hips and steadily upped the tempo till the room echoed with the sound of squeaky bedsprings and our soft hums and sighs.
The carnal give-and-take was a perfect dance. I rested my forehead on Rob’s, pistoning double time as he wrapped his legs around me and slipped a hand between our sweaty torsos.
“I’m gonna—I’m close,” he panted, jacking his cock faster still.
Fuck, I was too. I bit his bottom lip and licked it better. “Come for me, baby. Come.”
Rob roared, shooting ribbons of jizz on both of us. That was it for me, too.
I fell apart in a blinding rush of white light, collapsing on my lover, my body quaking through one of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
I panted for air, blinking through the residual haze of lust. “You okay?”
“Okay isn’t a strong enough word,” Rob countered softly.
“I know. This is…”
“So good,” he whispered.
I kissed his brow and nodded.
It was…beautiful. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with sappy sentiments, but that didn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.
Whatever this was felt…real. The way I’d heard it was supposed to feel with the right person.
19
MATEO
Meaningless sex with a willing partner was the only sex I’d had in years. Until now. Until Rob. This was new. And strange.
And I couldn’t decide if this was complicated or not. I’d always been an expert at deflecting curiosity about my private life. I had to be. My family didn’t do boundaries well.
“Ahh, you have the moony eyes again,” Ma singsonged, patting my cheek. “I have good news. He likes you too.”
I furrowed my brow hard enough to give myself a headache but quickly rearranged my expression for the middle-aged woman and her kids at the counter.
“Would you mind taking a selfie with us?” she asked. “We’re in town for the bake-off tomorrow, and I know it’ll be madness here.”
“Sure thing.” I moved to the front of the register, mugging for the camera like a good sport.
The woman grinned from ear to ear. “Thank you so much. We’ve been following your competition from the beginning, and I have to say, you and Rob are a hoot. We’re from Seattle. It was a bit of a hike to get here, but I’ve met folks from across thecountry who’ve come for the bake-off finale. Indiana, New York, Florida, Arizona.”
“Wow. That’s cool.”
“Yes! I agree. We just had to sample the goods in person and get a T-shirt. You have some here, right? I was hoping to buy one from both stores and avoid a line later.”
Boardwalk Pizza had carried cheap-ass tees with our logo on them since the seventies. No one bought them…ever. But at Amber’s insistence, we’d splurged on good-quality T-shirts to sell online and in the store. Sales had gone through the roof over the past month, so we’d added ball caps to the mix. They’d be at the merch table tomorrow along with Great H Bagel’s stuff.
The influx of tourists walking down Main Street in our gear was cool yet disconcerting at the same time. Rob was right. This thing had taken on a life of its own.
“Of course. What sizes can I get you?”
