Page 40 of Small-Town Secrets
My cock was painfully hard, and it couldn't be ignored.
Backing up, I let my fingers stray down Laurence's back, to his hole.
Laurence shuddered as I pressed the first digit inside.
"Aaron," he said my name on an exhale. "Please."
"Please what?" I asked, a smile forming on my lips at the breathy sound of his voice.
"More."
Laurence didn't have to ask me twice. If more was what he wanted, it was exactly what he would get.
As it turned out though, he wasn't satisfied with two fingers either.
In fact, he wasn't satisfied until I put on a condom, finally pressed my cock against his hole and entered him.
He groaned my name again, or I groaned his. I wasn't even sure at this point. I couldn't remember the last time it had felt this good just to have sex with another person. But that was because Laurence wasn't just anybody.
He was Laurence.
Being this close to him, my heart was both heavy and full. Laurence felt like home. Like the beginningandend of my journey.
This was exactly what I'd been missing the past eight years. Someone to come home to. Someone whowashome.
I should never have let Laurence go.
A mistake I wasn't going to repeat.
Before Laurence could ask formoreagain, I buried myself deeper to the sound of both our moans.
In the dark, I sought his lips. It wasn't easy, and maybe I missed by an inch, but I didn't care. There were too many endorphins racing through my body for me to care.
"Move," Laurence pleaded, and I obliged only too happily.
I started at a pace that was too slow for either of us, but I didn't want to risk hurting Laurence. He'd been hurt enough times in his life. Besides, I wasn't in a rush. I loved listening to his little gasps as I rocked my hips.
My only regret was that I couldn't see his face, couldn't study his reactions in detail.
Next time, and I really wanted there to be a next time, I hoped he would let me see all of him.
For now, I took my pleasure in the sounds he made, the way his body trembled underneath mine as I moved faster, the way his nails dug into my skin almost painfully.
I knew he was trying not to be too loud for the kids' sake, but there was something about the half-muffled moans that escaped him that made my cock impossibly hard even as I was already thrusting into him.
"Damn, Laurence," I heard myself say, picking up the pace again as my need spiraled out of control.
He made a noise that almost sounded like agreement, but that ended on a high pitch when I wrapped my fist around his cock and started pumping.
I could tell that he was close, which was good, because so was I.
We didn't come at exactly the same time, but almost. Laurence lost his battle a few seconds before I followed him, seeing sparks behind my eyelids even though the room was still dark.
For a second or two, neither of us moved or spoke, the room filled only with the sound of our heavy breathing.
Eventually, I made myself roll off Laurence—no matter how much I didn't want to—to dispose of the condom.
I felt like I should say something when I returned to the bed, but listening to Laurence, I realized he was already asleep, and I wasn't sure what to say, anyway. That I loved him?
