Page 97 of Shades of Henry
Because when Lance bottomed out, his pubic hair grinding into the skin of Henry’s backside, Henry shuddered and smiled.
Glorious.
And then Lance started to move. He started out slow, murmuring, “Let me know if this is good, okay?”
“It’s good,” Henry told him. “So very good. Don’t stop.”
“Mm… you’re so easy to fuck. Hang on. Going faster.”
And he did. God, he did, faster and harder, but never out of control. And every glide of his cock inside Henry’s body brought Henry more and more pleasure, closer and closer to an unreachable peak.
“Don’t be shy,” Lance urged. “Stroke yourself. I told you it was sexy.”
Henry reached for his own erection and squeezed, his body so primed that one stroke was all it took. Hot and cold raced up his skin, and he lost himself in the glacial inferno of orgasm, shaking so hard he couldn’t fathom words.
As he clenched around Lance’s cock, Lance gripped his hips hard and spasmed, crying out and collapsing over Henry’s back as his climax rushed out in a hot sticky scald.
Again and again, and Henry fell flat, his cock still twitching in his hand as Lance continued to spurt inside him.
Wow. Oh wow. His synapses werenevergoing to stop firing, and Henry was so very overwhelmed, he gave a little moan, rolling to his side and shaking.
“Sh….” Lance soothed him, running gentle hands up and down his arms, nuzzling his neck, as Henry’s entire body cut loose. Finally, Lance’s touch brought him back to earth, grounded him, and the shivering stopped.
A few more heartbeats and he even managed words.
“Bad news,” he mumbled.
“Yeah?” Lance leaned over his back and kissed his cheek.
“I think you have to get your own dinner.”
Lance laughed softly. “No, no—I brought you ice cream. You telling me you can’t get your shit together for that?”
“Depends. What kind?”
“Coffee crunch.”
“You’re playing dirty,” Henry mumbled. “Give me five more minutes.”
“Roll over and kiss me and I’ll give you ten.”
Well, that was worth it. Henry pulled himself out of the hazy delight of postorgasm and rolled over, kissing Lance and putting all his heart into the kiss.
Lance took him up on it, and the kiss went on, not building, just… just there. The two of them, their hearts in every touch, being kind together after making body magic on the bed.
Eventually they managed to get up and make it to the kitchen in their briefs alone. Henry thought watching Lance eat lettuce wraps over the sink in his underwear was one of the most endearingly sexy things he’d ever seen.
They began to talk over ice cream—Lance eating an Icee in company, of course—and Henry got to talk about his morning, about telling Ellery and Jackson, and later Galen, about pressing charges, and about how well his new boss had his back.
Lance asked him if Malachi would see any jail time, and Henry sighed. “If anyone can make it happen, it’s Ellery Cramer. But life’s not perfect, and the system isn’t either. At leastIknow I tried.”
“I know too,” Lance said, taking an unexpected lick of Henry’s Drumstick. “Wow. Wow, that was a mistake.” He looked mournfully at his cherry Icee. “How’s that going to measure up now?”
Henry offered him another bit of his ice cream, and Lance took it, smiling shyly. “This is good,” Henry said, biting his lip. “We have to do this always.”
Lance leaned in and gave him a messy kiss. “Talk about our days? Be honest about how we feel? Do things together? I think that’s how we keep this going.”
“This is why we need to keep talking to the porn kids,” Henry said in all seriousness. “Galen told me John sent two new kids there today. We need to visit tomorrow before you go work out. These kids, they need to see what a relationship is. I don’t think some of them know.” He paused. “I didn’t.”
Lance smiled, his eyes glinting wickedly. “The relationship they can see,” he said. “The sex….”
“That’s all ours.” Henry finished off the ice cream cone and then kissed him again, savoring the cherry ice with his chocolate and vanilla. Lance returned the kiss, until the ice cream and the ice was all gone, and together they washed up and went back to bed, to sleep this time.
Before he closed his eyes, Henry took a moment to appreciate being in Lance’s arms, the sun seeming to light their way into the future.
Every hard-earned moment of hope, of happiness, was theirs to savor, and every good moment lay in front of them with Henry’s new bright future.
A few months ago, he’d been at the end of everything—his career, his relationship, his family.
Who knew the end was only the beginning?
