Page 75 of The Fall
He blinked once, slowly, and his mouth curved into asmile.
“I don’t know why your bossiness is doing it for me right now,” he said suspiciously. “When you ask me to do that, like the beginning of some badporn…”
“Everett? I wasn’tasking.”
His smile fled, his eyes flared, and his fingers moved to unbutton his shirt very, veryslowly.
“Pants too,” I said, and this time he didn’t argue, just kicked off his shoes and socks, undressing until he stood there, nearly naked and completelydelectable.
His stomach was flat and lightly muscled, with three little beauty marks scattered just above the waistband of his boxers, like some tiny constellation guiding me home. I reached out a single finger and traced them, watching his cock jump behind the red cotton that restrainedit.
My poor cock, which hadn’t been remotely satisfied by last week’s blowjob after weeks and weeks of drought, was so hard it was damp, and I prayed for the patience to hold out long enough to finishthis.
“Let me see if I remember the circumstances,” I said, adjusting myself as I walked behind him. I took off my belt and left it on the dresser, kicked my shoes into the corner, and pulled off my shirt and pants until I was nearly as undressed as he was. “You were trying to handle something you couldn’t handle. I was afraid you would gethurt.”
He huffed out a half-laugh that was nearly giddy. “I’m hurting rightnow.”
“We can’t have that,” I said. “Get on thebed.”
I waited until he’d laid himself face-down on my bed, like a starfish — a sight I knew I’d relive every time I walked in this room for the foreseeable future — before kneeling on the bed to straddle him and pushing his hands into the bed on eitherside.
“Was this what you were imagining?” I curled his hands into the edge of themattress.
“Y-yeah…” He swallowed. “This isbetter.”
“Everett, you’d better hold on. If you move those hands I’m going to bemad.”
He shivered again, like this was part of the fantasy, too, or maybe even better, and I swear to God, I felt like aking.
I had never played this way with anyone. I’d never felt so… focused and so free with anyone. What the fuck was it about this guy that had changed everything I wanted from one heartbeat to thenext?
I sat back on my heels and ran a hand down the red cotton of his boxer briefs, tracing hiscrease.
“Ohmygod,”he breathed, grinding himself into my mattress, which was so hot I could barely stand it. “Hurry, hurry,hurry.”
But instead I slowed down, taking my time palming and squeezing the muscles of his truly delectable ass, snapping the waistband hard when he whimpered at me to speed up. I pulled them down oh-so-slowly, unwrapping him like a present, thrilling with every inch of skin that was revealed. In this moment, he wasmine.
He turned his head on the pillow, his cheeks hot and temples damp, one hot, angry eye meetingmine.
“Are youjust about done?” he demanded. “Because I’m dyinghere.”
“Not quite,” Isaid.
He huffed out a breath and it was so adorable I had to lean forward to brush a kiss over hislips.
He shifted beneath me, giving up his grip on the mattress entirely and turning his torso over to kiss mebetter.
“Was this the fantasy?” Iasked.
Ev shook his head. “Fuck the fantasy. In the fantasy I wasn’t kissing you, and I really, really want to kiss you.” He looked surprised by his own admission, but I was pretty damnhappy.
I lifted my hips so he could turn over fully, and when I leaned back down again, our cocks rubbed against one another, separated by only the thin layer of my boxers.Fuck.I couldn’t remember anything feeling so goodever.And then he ran his hand down my back, pushing my underwear down to my thighs so he could grip my ass in both hands. He pulled me more firmly against him while he lifted his hips to rubmine.
“Just like this,” he whispered. “Better than the fantasy, Silas. Kissme.”
So I did. Tiny laughing kisses and long drugging ones, tiny nips at his jaw and my ear punctuated by Everett’s sighs and my groans. I rocked against him like a teenager with no skill at all, just joyful and wide-eyed and alive to the sensation. And when his breathing hitched and he said, “Holy shit. I… I’mclose,” like he couldn’t believe it, I swear to God, it felt like the first time I’d ever done this; stunning and artless and natural andbeautiful.
It was a novel experience to think that this was the first time with Ev. In the past, I’d never considered that it was the first, because I hadn’t cared whether there would be a follow-up. Ev was my firstfirst.
