Page 37 of Falling Faster
"You. Just you." I settle my weight on top of him. "Whether you're under me or over me. Whether it's my cock, fingers, or tongue inside you. Whether we do everything or nothing. I just want you." Then my cock rubs against his, and we both moan. "But I've been dreaming about being inside you since it happened. Felt like you were made for me."
Ty's fingers tremble on my shoulder. He gazes at me, and something Devon said a while ago about heart eyes pops into my head. I'm not sure if Ty has them. But I'm positive I do.
He leans in and kisses me. A slow press of lips, slip of tongue, and sigh that I feel deep in my soul. "Craig, I want everything with you."
"Then it's good we have all night. It just might take that long." I lean back on one arm and hold up my other hand for the lube.
Ty pours some into my palm, then his, and I set the bottle on the bedside table. His hand is on my cock before I can turn back to him. Groaning, I wrap my hand around his length and give him a slow slide inside my tight fist.
He arches into me and the hand he has on my thigh flexes over and over. "So good."
We drive each other higher and higher until the need to be inside him coils tighter and tighter and I'm about to break. I add more lube to my fingers and kiss him while I prep him, swallowing his gasps and moans and the whispered words of how he's ready to take me.
He puts the condom on me, gazing at me with expressive eyes, lips swollen from our kisses, and unsteady breaths.
I can't look away from his eyes as I slowly sink inside his tight heat. "You feel even better than I remembered. Andwhat I remember was fucking incredible." My voice is raspy and low, all my concentration on not blowing my load as soon as I'm fully inside him.
His hands grasp my shoulder and thigh, like he wants to pull me onto him. His blunt nails dig into my skin. "Craig… The best…"
"Yeah, it is." I curl my hands under his shoulders and roll my hips, thrusting in and out, as my heart stutters and I know I'm on the edge of something big with Ty. Something life changing. Something that's been building since the moment we met and has no signs of stopping or slowing down.
Ty strokes himself, and on each thrust forward, his cockhead brushes my stomach. I speed up my thrusts, kiss him deeper, and with a long and broken moan, his release paints our skin.
His ass tightens around me, gripping me like a vise, and I'm gone, spurting inside him, grinding my hips against his ass to get as deep as I can. Pleasure is both sharp and soft rolling through me.
Panting, I drop onto him. His hands brush over my back and I listen to his heartbeat and breathing return to normal.
He kisses my temple and the top of my head. I need to get up so I don't crush him. I push onto my forearms and as soon as my mouth is near his, he kisses me.
My cock slips out of him. Grasping the condom, I shift onto my knees. "Be right back."
I deal with the condom, then clean up in the bathroom. Ty comes in and pulls me into the shower. We kiss again under the hot spray, soaping each other up, then dry each other off and slip back in bed.
We lay together, Ty in my arms. I gaze at him, wondering how I got so lucky. He's everything, talented, smart, funny, sexy, and sweet.
Holding him feels so good. So right. Like I'm right where I belong.
I wake to the scent of coffee and the feel of Ty next to me. Sunlight filters through the sheer white curtains, casting pale light over the room. Stroking my hand along his chest, I mouth a path of kisses from his shoulder to his neck, then cheek, then lips. What a great way to start the day. "Morning."
"Morning." Ty opens for me, taking the kiss a bit deeper, warm and soft and tasting of coffee and mint. "Want some coffee?"
"Please."
He sits up and shifts back to claim his mug from the bedside table then waits for me to adjust the pillows behind my back. The coffee is hot, sweet, and light. I down a few more sips, chasing away the cobwebs of sleep. "Have you been awake for long?"
"Long enough to make the coffee and check messages." The sheet pools at his waist. He holds up his phone, open to a string of texts. "Cody sent a lot of pictures. Looks like they had a great time hanging out with the band. He sent them to you too. Group text withallof us. Your friends, The Fury, you, and me."
"Yeah?" I grab my phone from the table on my side of the bed and open the message thread. "Want your coffee back?"
"Keep it. I'll make more." The mattress dips then rises as Ty rolls to his feet. He pads to the coffeemaker. His body is a work of art, all that soft skin and the angles and planes. I follow the lines of his body and the way the light plays over his form.
Want and need and an appreciation for all that he is floods through me. "If I could draw, I'd sketch you like that."
He twists towards me. "Fixing coffee naked?"
"I don't mean the coffee part. Just you, standing there, like you're an artist's muse, ready to be captured in a sculpture, painting, drawing, or photograph."
The coffee gurgles and hisses and the scent of freshly brewed beans fills the air. Ty smiles. "I'd pose for you. I want to sketch you too. You have no idea how good you look right now. Rumpled from sleep, all those muscles, that gorgeous face, with the blankets pooled around you. It's like an invitation to dive in and join you."
