Page 17 of Second Chances in Cedarwood

Henry pushed. Inch by inch, he filled Jack.So tight. Perfect.He pushed to the hilt and leaned over Jack, smearing cum between them.

“Yes.” A dazed look filled Jack’s eyes. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Henry built into a steady rhythm, in and out. He memorized the feel of Jack around him—every ripple and nuance.

“Yes.” Jack rode him. “Oh God.”

Henry pushed with abandon. He should go slow and savor the moment, but his desire was too raw. He loved the way Jack’s eyes widened with every push, his irises turning a deeper shade of green. His nipples beaded and he blushed from his hairline to his chest.

Jack met him thrust for thrust. “Fuck me.”

Henry groaned. “So fucking good.”

Jack trembled and bucked under Henry. “Need to come again.”

He needed to climax, too. His movements turned feral. The feel of skin on skin and the slap of his body against Jack’s was more than he could handle. He groaned. “Come with me.” The orgasm started low in his belly, but overwhelmed him in seconds. He surged into Jack, his restraint snapping as he came.

Jack shuddered. Another rope of cum decorated his belly. Henry clawed at Jack’s hips and added a few more thrusts before he stilled. “Holy fuck.” His head swam. Nothing compared to being with Jack. All-consuming was a good way of describing the action.

“I love a man who talks dirty in bed.” Jack held him when Henry collapsed on him. “My ass will be sore, but you’re worth it.”

“Am I?” He stayed a moment longer, then withdrew. Henry removed the used condom and ditched it in the trash basket. “My knees aren’t going to last much longer.” He left the room long enough to retrieve a washcloth, then returned. Henry wiped the cum from his belly and from Jack’s chest.

“Then toss that in the bathroom and come here.” Jack slumped on the bed and panted. “I’m worn out, too.”

“It’s been a great night.” Henry settled next to Jack and palmed Jack’s thigh. “I’m having the best time.” He liked men without ink or piercings. Maybe he was old-fashioned, but he liked a clean slate. He considered the body perfect without the extra art.

“Stay.” Jack rolled onto his side. “Please? I don’t want this night to end.”

Neither did he. Henry tangled his legs with Jack’s and tucked Jack to his side. Part of him kind of wanted to go because wasn’t that what one was supposed to do after sex? But the rest of him wanted to stay. He liked Jack too much to vacate so soon.

“When you’d lose your virginity?” Jack asked.

Damn.He hadn’t thought about that event in so long. He sighed. “I was nineteen. I knew I was gay, but my folks didn’t like it, so I thought I’d try not to be gay. It didn’t work because girls did nothing for me. I liked being friends with them, but that was it. Lydia, my then girlfriend, didn’t stoke my fires, you know? It sounds terrible, looking back, but it’s true. We tried to fuck, and I forced myself to do it. She knew I wasn’t attracted to her that way and she was extra sweet about the whole debacle, but it was so terrible.” He winced just thinking about the fumbling and the episode of limp dick.

“It’s never good during our first time,” Jack said. “No one gets it perfect from the get-go.”

“I’ll bet you were pretty good.” He brushed some of Jack’s hair off his forehead. “You strike me as the type who knew what he was doing early on.”

“Not really.” Jack grinned. “Her name was Ruthie. She was my high school sweetheart. Nice girl. She wanted babies and forever with me. I knew it’d never work, but I loved her. I still care about her, but I knew, even then, I’d never be the right guy for her.”

“Do you still talk to her? I haven’t talked to Lydia in ten years.”

“I do. Ruthie lives here in Cedarwood.”

“Wow.” He laced his fingers with Jack’s. “Did people give her shit after they found out you were gay or did they treat her like she’d been wronged?”

“If she got flack, she never let it show, but she’d have told me, so I’m assuming not,” Jack said. “She seems quiet and like she doesn’t know what’s going on, but she’s a firecracker. She can take care of herself and she’d have given them hell right back.”

“Good.” He should sleep, but he didn’t want to miss a moment with Jack.

“You’re thinking.”

“I am.”

“About?”

“Among other things, what’s our next step?”

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