Page 128 of Secrets and Lies
“Oh fuck. Ant.” I can almost feel his low moan as he presses his cheek against mine.
I suck his earlobe between my lips and gently scrape my teeth over the sensitive skin.
He shudders and grips my arms tighter.
“Come for me, West,” I practically growl in his ear. “Come for me and show me who this ass belongs to.”
He whimpers and pushes back on my cock, forcing me to go even deeper inside him as he slides his dick through the circle of my hand.
I’m teetering right on the edge of release, and I shift the angle of my hips as I aim for his prostate.
I must find my mark because he lets out a strangled cry, then his inner walls spasm around me as he shudders in my arms and comes hard.
My own orgasm explodes out of me, and just like the other times with him, the world blinks in and out of existence as we ride the waves of pleasure together and enjoy our releases.
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters and slumps in my arms as the haze of afterglow settles over us. “You killed me.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” I nuzzle his cheek. “And it’s your fault for being so damn hot.”
He chuckles and turns his face toward mine. I meet his kiss and run my hands over his chest and stomach.
I don’t know if he waxes or if he’s just naturally hairless, but the smooth expanse of his skin and his feather-soft treasure trail feel nice under my hands.
Eventually my dick softens enough to fall out of him.
“I don’t like that part,” he says against my lips.
“Yeah, not a fan of that, either.” I peck one more kiss against his lips, then let him go.
He sits back on his heels, but by the tight set of his shoulders and how he immediately drops his gaze to the comforter in front of him, he’s slipped out of his happy place again.
“Wait here.” I drop a kiss on the back of his neck, then another on the back of his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
He doesn’t move as I get off the bed, and he doesn’t look up as I go to my bedside table and pull a wet wipe out of the packetI keep in there. I quickly clean myself up, and he’s still frozen in place when I toss the used wipe in the trash and pull a few more out of the packet.
“Here.” I press the wipes into his hand.
He takes them, but his movements are jerky and almost robotic as he cleans himself up. When he’s done, I take the wipes and toss them in the trash for him.
He finally looks at me when I get back into bed with him.
“Lay down.” I give his ass a little pat.
He shoots me a surprised look, then does what I asked.
I lay down next to him and slip my arm under his shoulders. He doesn’t resist as I pull him against me, but he’s stiff and tense, and I don’t need to ask him what he’s thinking to know his mind is probably going at a million miles an hour right now.
“Relax,” I tell him. “Cuddling is supposed to be chill time, not stay tense and wait for your chance to bail time.”
“I’m not waiting for my chance to bail,” he says quickly. “I was waiting for you to kick me out.”
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“I’m not kicking you out.”He brushes a lock of my hair back from my forehead. “Now relax and enjoy the cuddles.”
There’s something about the softness of his tone that helps calm my nerves, and the noise in my head quiets as I lean against him and do my best to relax.
