Page 110 of Maybe We Can Fake It

It feels more than nice, but I’m not sure I’m capable of finding the right words for how perfect this is, so I kiss him again. And again, and again, marking a path down his spine. I don’t get too far though, because I’m not willing to move away from him that much.

When he lets out the tiniest, sweetest moan, I can’t help myself. I remove my arm from around his waist and bring it down between our bodies. My hand almost covers his entire ass cheek. I squeeze, making him moan again, and then I use one finger to rub over his hole.

“More,” he says softly. “Please.”

Hearing him beg for me makes me feel like a king, but I’m incapable of making him ask twice for anything. So I roll away to grab the lube and a condom out of the nightstand drawer, then come back to him. Even though I revel in being able to give him what he wants, I still take my time. I start by pressing only the tip of one slick finger inside him, crooking it to tug gently at his rim.I fuck him shallowly with it, waiting until it feels like he’s sucking me in, his body requesting more before I go deeper.

Eventually I add a second finger and work to loosen him up. He pushes back against me, matching my slow pace and whimpering when I suck on the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“Ready?” I ask him, though I know he is.

“Yeah. Can we stay like this?”

That’s music to my ears. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Just like this.”

I wedge my bottom arm underneath him and wrap it around so I can splay my hand across his chest and press his upper body against mine. Then I use my other arm to adjust his top leg, pulling it back just a bit and setting it over my thigh to keep him spread open for me.

He shivers as I push the head of my cock past his rim. His body grips me so tightly, even after I loosened him up, and I have to fight the urge to force myself in and slam all the way home. Instead I only give him a couple inches before pulling back so just my cockhead is inside him again. Then I repeat the motion, giving him a bit more each time, until I can slide in fully with no resistance.

With my hips flush against his ass, I rock us back and forth, only pushing into him a tiny bit each time. Pretty soon he’s whining, making it clear that he wants more, so I give it to him. I start pulling out and thrusting into him for real, but I keep the rest of our bodies as close as possible.

We create a slow but steady rhythm together. I slide my hand up to grip his throat lightly, and he brings both of his hands up to cover mine. He presses down, urging me to hold on tighter. I growl my approval in his ear, then bring my mouth back to the same spot I was sucking on before, determined to leave my mark on his skin.

My brain is screaming at me, telling me he’s mine. That I need to keep him, and protect him, and love him, and fuck him. And fuck him, and fuck him, and fuck him. I can tell he’s getting closer when his hands fall away from mine and his fingers scrabble in the sheets. He could easily reach down and touch himself, but for some reason he doesn’t. I like that he’s leaving it up to me to take care of him.

So I do. I wrap my hand around his hard, leaking cock and give him a few strokes. He whimpers and whines, his hole clenching around me as I continue to fuck him.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur in his ear before tugging at his earlobe with my teeth. “Love being inside you. We fit together perfectly, don’t we? Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes,yesss,” he moans. “Want to. Please. Need you.”

“I need you too, baby.”

He gasps, and whether it’s at my words or the way I twist my hand over his cockhead, I don’t know. But what I just said surprises even me, because it was more than the standard dirty talk. I’m pretty sure Idoneed him. In ways I never realized I needed anyone until right now.

The need to come overtakes me before I can worry too much about that, though. I pick up the pace of my thrusts and my strokes, working us both steadily toward a climax. Right before he comes, Brenden twists his neck, his mouth seeking mine. I kiss him as best as I can from the odd angle, swallowing his moan as he shoots over my hand and onto the sheets.

The way his ass tightens around my cock as he comes sends me over the edge right after him. He’s still trembling in my arms, making me reluctant to let him go even though one of my hands is messy with his cum. I don’t want to pull out of him either, but eventually I have to.

When he rolls over to look at me, he’s got a beautiful, blissed out smile on his face. And I’m pretty sure if I looked in a mirror, I’d see the same thing reflected on mine.

“Shower with me?” he asks quietly, as if talking too loudly will ruin this perfect connection between us.

“Anything you want,” I tell him. Because it’s true. And because it’s easier than saying the other thoughts going through my mind.I love you. We should live together. I’ll shower with you every day. Let me keep you forever.

You’llhopefullynevercatchme participating in a yoga class on the town green. Or any yoga class. I’m all for exercise, but I’m not flexible, and yoga isn’t my thing. It’s not Brenden’s thing either. I can say from recent experiences that he’s pretty flexible, but he’s also clumsy. Plus he hates exercise in general.

But Andrew Rowland—who lives over the yoga studio and takes classes regularly—convinced him to try it this morning. The weather’s perfect for it, and May loved the idea. She even got her grandparents to do it with them. It didn’t surprise me that Elise was willing to participate, but seeing Grant in workout clothes was interesting.

Thankfully, it’s Saturday, and Brenden knew I needed to be at the diner for the breakfast shift, otherwise he might have asked me to join. And my dumb ass is so gone for him that if he asked, I probably would’ve agreed.

Can’t say I minded watching the show through the windows though. Brenden twisting himself into poses and sticking his ass in the air, while wearing a pair of thin, tight, gray sweatpants, was a sight to see.

The class just finished, and my breakfast rush has died down, so I have time to run outside. As I jog across the street, it strikes me how Brenden and I haven’t really been faking anything for Elise and Grant lately. This has all begun to feel natural. I’m going over there because I can’t pass up the opportunity to see him, even if it’s only for a few minutes, but I’d like to say hi to them too.

Brenden mentioned to me that it’s weird how they’re still here, but after the memorial for April last week, he’s seemed much less on edge about having them around. Maybe bawling his eyes out released some of his anxiety.

“Hey!” he calls out, smiling big when he spots me approaching their little group. Although they all have a light sheen of sweat on their faces, they seem happy.

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