Page 85 of Heal Me, Love Me

I kissed him quickly, then pulled back long enough to shove my pants down and kick them off. The lube was in the nightstand, where I’d shoved it before he came over, because apparently some part of me had hoped we’d end up here. As I reached for it, he watched me from the bed, flushed and naked and still catching up after what I’d done to him. Morning was about to take me across the country, but right then, Keaton was here in my bed, wanting me, and I had to look away for a second.

This was the room whereHalo Warshad been paused on the TV the first time we kissed, where we’d spent nights with the door locked and the lights off, learning to touch each other without giving ourselves away. Now Keaton was in my bed again, naked and waiting for me, and neither of us had anything left to hide.

I slicked my fingers as I walked back to him, and by the time I climbed between his legs, the flight, the dorm, and the miles waiting for us in the morning were gone from my head.

I was thinking about him.

Only him.

Alwayshim.

I pressed one finger inside him slowly, working him open until his body softened around me. When he tried to push down for more, I caught his thigh.

“You’re impatient,” I stated.

“You’re taking too long.”

“You’re loud.”

“Then shut me up.”

“Not until you’re ready.”

His eyes narrowed, but a second later, the pillow came back over his face.

I worked my fingers deeper and curled them, slow enough to make him feel every inch. I added more lube, worked him until the tension in his legs eased, then slipped a third finger in beside the others.

This time, he didn’t tell me to hurry. Keaton rocked against my fingers, impatient and needy, but I made myself keep the pace slow, stretching him and getting him ready even though all I wanted was to be inside him.

Keaton lifted the pillow, flushed, annoyed, and so turned on he could barely hide it. “Are you done torturing me?”

I slicked my dick and lined myself up. “Almost.”

He hooked one leg around my hip, pulling me closer before I could dawdle for another second. I guided myself to him, then pushed in, inch by inch, watching his face as he took me. For a few moments, I stayed still. Then his heel pressed into my ass, and I moved. Slow at first because we didn’t want to risk the bed banging against the wall. Even so, he wasn’t built for patience, and I was already too far gone from the taste of him, the sound of ‘baby’ on his lips, and the way his body kept pulling me back in.

The next thrust drew a moan from him, and I covered his mouth with mine. He smiled against me, and I felt it everywhere.

After that, quiet became something we had to fight for. Every time the floor creaked, we froze and listened. Every time the house fell still, Keaton tugged me back down and made me move again. His hands gripped my shoulders, my back, the sheets, anything he could reach, while I fucked him with enough control to keep the bed from giving us away and enough force to make him forget why we had to be careful.

I glided my hand between us and wrapped it around him again.

His eyes opened, dark and unfocused. “Wait.”

I stilled. “Too much?”

“No.” His fingers dug into my back. “I’m trying not to lose it.”

As I stroked him again, his face pressed into my neck, his teeth catching against me to keep the sound in. I kept my hand on him, working him in time with my hips until his body started tightening around me. “That’s it,” I whispered into his ear. “Come again, baby. I want to lick every drop off you.”

His fingers dug into my back, and his body went rigid beneath me. I kept my hand moving as he came over my fist, slicking my fingers and the space between us while he shook through it.

I wanted to hear him, but I couldn’t let myself have that when I was already too close. I buried my face against his shoulder and followed him over, driving into him as quietly as I could manage while he held on and took everything I had left.

For a moment, we stayed exactly where we were, his legs still around me and my face against his shoulder while we tried to get our breathing under control. Behind us, the video game menu music kept playing softly.

Eventually, he laughed against my skin.

I lifted my head. “What?”