Page 49 of Only Temporary

But soon, it’s all too much, and my body is in overdrive as his hard cock slides against mine. We’re both leaking like crazy, and I’ve never been so on edge. “I want you inside me,” he says against my lips, and all I can do is nod dumbly as he pulls back to get my answer. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this tonight...”

“I want it,” I say instantly, flipping us in a quick movement so his body is beneath mine. “I want it all with you. Everything I can get.”

“Ngh,” he grunts. “You kill me when you say things like that,” he pants against my mouth, but he smiles and then reaches toward the table next to our bed. I watch him feel around, grabbing a condom and lube, then tossing them on the bed next to us before his hand goes to my nape, and he pulls me in for another intense kiss.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I admit nervously, my voice shaking slightly. I want to make this good for him.

He smiles and takes the lube, while I lean back and grab the condom—that, I at least know how to do. I slide it on over my aching shaft, breathing heavily because that little bit of touch nearly makes me lose it. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to last once I get inside him.

I think he’s going to prepare himself, but he clicks the lube cap and then takes my right hand, squirting some onto my palm and directing my hand to my own cock. I take the hint and lube myself up generously.

He takes my hand again. “Use two fingers to get me ready. I don’t need a ton of prep, but it’s been a while.”

I swallow thickly and nod my head, taking a deep breath and bringing my slick fingers to his tight hole. I start with one finger and watch his facial expressions. It can only be described as euphoric as he leans his head back, all his muscles rigid. I press into him, getting dizzy at the feeling of his tight heat surrounding just one finger and then two.

“That’s it. Just like that.” I push lube into his body and stretch him the best I can before he takes my wrist and pulls me from him. “I’m ready.”

I think I stop breathing when I position my dick at his hole, but I push forward slowly, taking him inch by inch. It’s bliss being inside him, a feeling like none other. I can’t believe he trusts me with his body—but it’s not something I take lightly.

He pulls me down to kiss him as I thrust inside him over and over, letting his heat and the pleasure wash over me. He whispers my name softly against my lips, and I pull back to watch him when he brings his hand between us to stroke himself in time with each plunge I make into him.

I feel that familiar tingle rapidly running from my spine to my balls, and I silently plead for him to come with me just before I explode into the condom, deep inside him.

I’m lost in my orgasm, floating on a high when I hear him cry out. I barely open my eyes in time to catch his cock erupting, cum hitting his abs and chest. It’s an incredible sight. Another one I’ll never forget.

It feels like he comes and comes and comes as I stroke into him, milking every last drop out of both of us until my balls are drained and my body is exhausted. I collapse onto him, and I can feel him smiling into my neck as he places a kiss there and wraps his arms around me.

“That was perfect.” I’m happy I didn’t have to ask him. I was worried, but he instinctively knew I’d be.

We lie in bed like that for a while, and I begin to fear having to leave. I don’t want to leave his bed or his arms—though I know it’s inevitable.

“Take a shower with me,” he whispers against my ear, and I nod absently, reluctantly climbing off him. But he takes my hand as soon as he climbs off the bed and leads me into his bathroom.

It’s almost as big as the rest of the place, with a stand-alone large bathtub and a separate shower. I watch in fascination as he moves gracefully—still totally naked—over to his shower and turns it on. He reaches for me, and I gladly go with him under the warm spray.

His lips find mine as he kisses me sweetly, letting the water run over us both before he lathers his hands and reaches up to wash my hair—another first for me. I return the favor as he soaps up my body, letting his hands drag over my skin and getting me soapy.

I do the same, but soon the touches aren’t meant to wash anything. My cock hardens, and I feel his answering erection against it before I wrap a hand around us both and make love to his mouth as we thrust into my fist.

He’s the first to go over, but I’m seconds behind him, both of us shouting into our kiss. My body lets every bit of tension go when I find the release. We rinse off and then climb out, drying off and just wrapping towels around our waists before going back to his bed.

He lies with his head on my chest, and I stroke his wet hair. “You have to go soon, don’t you?”

It’s not really a guess, but I nod, not making a move to get up. “I have a little while.”

He snuggles into me. “What are you thinking about?”

I smile. “Right now, just this. How good that felt. I don’t know the last time my mind was so quiet.”

“Good.” His fingers draw over my abs, and he sounds content.

But then as I close my eyes, even with him right here and my body totally sated, worries come back. Raegan—I wonder if that kid is going to want to take her out again and what I’ll say. Will Cason ever forgive me? What if Braylen gets really hurt? Is Kieran an actual genius, and if so, how expensive is college? And oh shit—Halloween is next weekend.

“Okay, your thoughts are super loud now. Wanna share?” He rolls so he’s propped up on his elbow, and I nod, rolling to my side and mirroring his position.

“It’s Halloween next weekend.”

He looks perplexed. “It is. Is that a bad thing? You look sick.”

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