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Holden

As soon as the door clicks shut, I cup Jameson’s cheeks and gently press my lips to his, wishing I could take away all his pain. I’d thought my family was a fucked-up mess growing up, but for me it had only been one person that’d been heartless. Poor Jameson had his entire family turn against him. I wish I could hide him away from the cruel world so no one could ever be mean to him again.

When Jameson runs his fingers through my hair and holds my head to deepen our kiss, my heart thumps in my chest. I’ve never had someone be so caring and kind with me; I’ve never wanted to be that way for another person. I want to tell him how much he means to me, how much I care about him, but words can’t express what I’m feeling right now. I’m not sure anything can, but I’m going to try to show him.

Slowly, I push him toward the bed without breaking our kiss. I keep pushing him backward until he’s flat on his back and I can crawl up him. I devour his mouth while I slip my fingers under the hem of his shirt, feeling goosebumps pop up on his soft skin. Straddling him, I sit up to pull first his shirt off, then my own, throwing them both across the room before I kiss along his jaw and nibble on his throat. Jameson grips my hair and a little gasp comes out of him as he tries to lift his hips up, seeking friction. His hands run down my back as I kiss my way over his collarbone to his muscular chest. He’s been working out more lately, and I can tell his muscles are tighter and bigger and absolutely lickable.

As I try licking all of him, his hands brush over every inch of exposed skin and it’s like he has magic fingers, leaving wisps of pleasure everywhere they touch. I manage to get us both naked as I worship him and try my best to show him that I’m here for him, that I care for him, that I’m not going anywhere.

Lying on top of him and feeling his warmth, not only from his body but from his touches and the way he cares, I decide that I can’t hold it in anymore. I have to tell him. “Foxy,” I breathe into his mouth as I kiss him. I lean back to look into his eyes, and he smiles up at me, running his hand through my hair and brushing it out of my face.

Leaning on my elbows, I brush a small kiss on the corner of his mouth, then on his cheek, the other side of his mouth, and the tip of his nose, watching his smile soften with each kiss. He rubs his thumb over my cheek with one hand and runs his other fingers through my hair, drawing me in for another sweet kiss.

“Foxy,” I breathe into his mouth again before rubbing my nose along his so I can see his eyes. “I…” My throat clogs and panic rushes through my veins for a moment, but I keep staring into his green eyes, and I know it’ll be okay. I can see how he feels about me in his expression. Clearing my throat, I whisper, “I love you, Jameson.”

He freezes for a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth between mine, and then suddenly, he rolls us so I’m on my back looking up at him. He’s staring at me like he’s trying to memorize every cell; his fingertips gently brush along the skin of my cheeks and over my lips, and then he says, “I love you, too, Holden.” His voice cracks a little on my name, and there’s no chance I can miss the emotion behind his words.

Overpowering joy fills my entire being, and I grab him to me, kissing him with everything I have.

Our hands roam, our skin rubs, our tongues dance, and I’m so overcome with emotion mixed with lust, my hands are trembling as I reach for a condom and lube. As Jameson rolls us to our sides and uses slick fingers to open me up, I slide the condom over him and kiss and lick and nip any part of his body I can.

After a few minutes, he pulls his fingers out and I whimper, but Jameson quickly turns me away from him and lines himself up with my hole. A loud groan falls from my lips as I bear down as he pushes his head inside me. He freezes, holding my hip still, but I whisper, “More,” and he complies, pushing farther in. Much to my frustration, he takes his time, pushing in a little and holding there so I can adjust.

When he does it for the third time and I groan loudly in annoyance, Jameson chuckles, cups my chin, and tilts my head back so he can gaze into my eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“Ugggh. I need you.” I lean back enough to pull that bottom lip of his between my teeth.

He kisses me gently and whispers, “You have me.”

My heart melts as he pushes the rest of the way in. He pauses and I say, “Please. Please, Foxy.”

As he slowly moves his hips back, then presses in just as leisurely, he leans up on an elbow, cups my cheek, and turns my head to claim my mouth. He kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe, and oh-so-slowly, he thrusts into me with more force but still just as unhurriedly.

Reaching behind me, I grip his neck so he can’t pull his mouth away from mine. I want his flavor on my tongue as I come.

“I’m close, baby,” he whispers.

I groan at that. “Me too.”

He drags his hand down my chest and belly, then wraps his large hand around my cock, tugging it at the same torturous pace as his hips.

“You’re gonna kill me.” I groan and thrust my hips forward into his closed palm and backward onto his cock, and our kissing becomes sloppy because I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure he’s providing.

“I love you, Holds,” he groans out before I feel him quaking behind me and his warm cum filling the condom inside me.

“Oh, god… Jameson,” I moan as I succumb to my building euphoria, bliss shooting through me with every tremble. I come so hard, I swear I see stars. Sex with him gets better and better—which shouldn’t be possible because it’s always fucking mind-blowing.

Jameson’s movements slow as he takes us through our orgasms and brings us down from our great highs.

Before I can catch myself, I blurt, “How is it always so good with you?”

A surprised laugh comes out of him and he tucks his face into the back of my neck as my face heats. He kisses my skin there and whispers, “It’s like that for me, too, baby.”

I don’t respond because I don’t want to embarrass myself further and ruin the amazing aftereffects of sex. He grabs my hand and laces our fingers together, so I pull him tighter against me. We snuggle for a while, but he eventually pulls out his softening cock, throws away the condom, and cleans us both up with a wet washcloth. After sex, I’m pretty much a dead log, but he never seems to mind, only moving me over to remove the ruined top blanket and rolling me back when he climbs into bed beside me, wrapping me in his arms.

As I fall asleep, I smile to myself. I’ve been so nervous and sad about moving back here to Baltimore, but if it means I get to do this relationship thing with Jameson, it’s well worth it.

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