Page 75 of Ancient History

He jabbed into me with quick, forceful thrusts to demonstrate just how squeaky his bed was.

I moaned into his chest, my fingernails digging into his broad back.

“Don’t worry, Amos.” He smoothed back a wayward, sweaty curly lock of hair from my eyes. “We may be quiet, but this won’t be boring. We’ll get you where you want to go.”

I smacked my hand over my mouth and tried to hold back the laughs.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“That’s what I always say to my students when they’re trying to pull up their grades.”We’ll get you where you want to gohad been said to calm down many a student concerned for their GPA.

Screw GPA. I wanted to get to pound town, and I wanted Hutch to take me there.

He laughed into my shoulder. We were naked, tangled, and Hutch was fully inside me. But we still knew how to have a good time. I’d missed laughing during sex. That was the thing about random hookups. There was no history there. No feelings. We were putting on a facade, pretending we were sex gods. When really, I was kind of a mess.

I could be my messy self in front of Hutch.

Hutch leaned over me and resumed his slow, deliberate thrusts into my channel, heat building in my core. He might’ve been slow, but he was hitting all the right places.

“Yes,” I said in a blissed-out whisper. My hands traveled all over his chest as the sweaty tips of his hair hung in his eyes.

“Just like old times?”

“Better.”

We met in a kiss, hungry to block out the slow thrusts. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. The room was quiet except for the heavy breathing and rhythmic sound of skin hitting skin. I bit my lip to hold back the moan dying to come out. I pulled him down and groaned right into his ear so that he had full confirmation of what he was doing to me.

Hutch’s pupils were black saucers. “Baby, need to fuck you hard.”

In one fluid motion, he sacrificed a loud bed squeak to lift us up and move us up against the wall. That he did all this while staying inside me, with a deficient ACL, made my cock even harder. Pre-come smeared across his stomach.

His thick hands dug their grip into my thighs while he, for lack of a better term, fucked the life out of me. Sharp, needy thrusts, pummeling inside me, splitting me open like a fresh watermelon. Put me on a medical slab and declare me officially dead.

How had I lived my life without this man? How had I attempted to date like a normal person and pretend that Hutch Hawkins hadn’t ruined me for all future men?

I looked over his shoulder at the full-length mirror tacked on his bedroom door. His back muscles flexed with power, and his firm ass thrust into me.

“Hutch.” He barreled into my opening, leaving it all on the field as my athlete students would say, pulling my sweat-slicked skin against him, closing the physical and emotional gaps between us. “I love you.”

Telling someone you loved them, or that you never stopped loving them, should be reserved for really special moments that were thought out in advance. They shouldn’t immediately be followed by coming all over yourself.

I dug my fingers into his back as I shot loads of come onto his stomach and mine. His gleaming teeth grit together, his eyes a swirling blue of a tropical storm, as he let out a final groan and spilled his seed.

“Shit,” I gasped out when it was over.

He let me go carefully, but I was like a newborn animal still learning how to use its legs. I slid down his wall to the floor, a sticky, sweaty, absolutely spent mess.

And I wanted to do it again as soon as possible.

Hutch brought me his shirt and offered to wipe me off, but I was an independent adult and could do it myself.

“Amos, that was off the charts.” He sat on the floor across from me, his back against his bed. His cock was half-hard, sweat glistening his muscles. “Better than anything I remember from high school, and that was epic.”

I felt a surge of relief that he found our sex life epic. “Same.”

He tipped his head back, and it was like I could see the wheels turning. “Amos…” He said my name like it was a far-off state. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

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