Page 27 of If You Say So

The weight of him pressed against me isn’t what I’m used to, and not in a bad way. His hard body against mine, the curves of his muscles, it feels so…natural, like this was always what I was waiting for.

I can feel his arousal growing against my leg, and there’s no way he’s doesn’t feel what he’s doing to me. My hips move of their own accord, looking for the friction only he can provide, and I rub my hard cock against his leg.

Another sigh.

More pulling. More kissing. Moreeverything.

And then all at once, he wrenches his mouth from mine.

Before he can run, I clasp my hands around his neck, holding him to the spot and resting my forehead against his as we struggle to catch our breaths.

I feel like I’ve just scaled the tallest mountain in the world and now I’m freefalling back down to solid ground—and I never want to hit it.

“Nate.”

My name leaving his lips is my undoing, and before I can stop myself, I’m pressing my mouth against his once again. This time it’s hurried and unapologetic as our lips collide in a messy rush. My hands find their way into his raven-colored hair.

His fingers inch under my t-shirt and around my back, his nails biting into my lower back as he pulls me closer, my cock again brushing his leg.

Instead of pulling away again, he begins shuffling us backward. I let him lead, surprised when my back crashes against the wall of the tree house. I’m even more surprised when Blake settles against me, his dick lining up perfectly with mine as our mouths tangle together.

I move, he moves. I move, he moves.

It’s an unending push and pull as we rub against one another, searching for the pressure and touch we both need but are too afraid to ask for.

“Oh fuck.Fuck,” he mutters against my mouth as he drives into me again.

I let out a loud groan. I’m about to burst, the friction of my jeans and him rubbing against me becoming too much all at once.

I tear my mouth from his. “Stop,” I beg. “Stop. I’m either going to come or I’m going to die of blue balls.”

His movements halt and a soft laugh escapes him, his lips still resting against mine, eyes closed. He glides his fingers back around to my stomach, his touch lingering like he’ll never be this close to me again, and then he retreats entirely.

He tries to pull away, but I don’t let him, tightening my grip on his head. He takes the hint and our chests brush together as we work ourselves down from our highs.

My mind is stuck on an oval track, racing around and around.

What just happened? What does this mean? Did we just do that? What the fuck does this mean?

“Nate?” he whispers. His voice sounds so…broken. Frightened. Apprehensive.

“Yeah, Blake?”

“What the fuck did we just do?”

I let out a dry laugh and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know, man. I don’t fucking know.”

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