Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

Penn

My heart beat so loudly in my chest, I wondered if Mitchell could hear it.

I wiped some stray confetti from my shoulder as he opened the door to his apartment. We’d been here before, only days ago, but somehow it felt like a lifetime.

After my parents had shown up to take over for the remainder of the event, I was excited to just be a part of the event.

With my boyfriend.

Well, and his friends, of course. We even ran into Amy and Molly again, and then Mitchell asked if I wanted to come over to his place and actually watch a movie and just hang out.

I settled against him, appreciating the warmth of his arm around me and I couldn’t stop smiling.

I stared at the half-empty box of pizza on the table as Ace Ventura did his best parrot impression. I didn’t get the movie, but watching Mitchell laugh his ass off, was enjoyment enough.

“What?” he asked, glancing down at me. “Do I have pizza on my face?”

My heart beat away in my chest as I turned my head and took in the sight of him.

“I just... a lot has happened since we were here last,” I said.

Mitchell leaned in, giving me a sweet, quick kiss, and I melted once more, kissing him back.

“One of these days, we’re going to make it through an entire movie,” he whispered, his grin making his eyes light up with mischief.

I slid my fingers against the hair at the nape of his neck, slipping my tongue into his mouth with a confidence I hadn’t possessed the last time I’d been here.

I slid my hands down his frame, wiggling them underneath the hem of his shirt.

Mitchell laughed against my kiss.

“Today is not that day,” I whispered against his lips as I ran my hand over his abs, up over his solid chest.

Mitchell cursed, sighing deeply as he pulled his shirt off.

“There’s always tomorrow,” he said, shaking his head, running his hand through his hair.

I leaned forward, kissing him once more, letting my hands explore his bare chest, fingertips running over his nipples.

My cock throbbed in my pants, and I wondered how I’d ever lived without this.

Without him.

As if he could read my mind, he tugged at my shirt, and I let him remove it.

We both sat there, on his couch, shirtless, visibly aroused, and exposed in a way that had nothing to do with skin.

Mitchell stood up, holding his hand out to me.

I didn’t think twice about taking it.

He pulled me close, into an embrace that was as tender as it was strong, melting my heart. His lips moved slowly against mine as he breathed deep. His hand settled on the flesh of my hip, warm and solid.

“I love you,” he said. “I thought today, at the show, when you asked to talk, I thought...”

I searched his gaze, noting the glimmer of fear.

I knew it well, because up until recently, I’d also been afraid.

But as I stood there, shirtless, in my boyfriend’s living room, I knew there was finally nothing to be afraid of.

Not when we were together.

“I know,” I whispered, my heart in my throat. I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine once more. I settled one hand on his waistband, the other on his neck. His pulse thrummed beneath my palm, beating in time with my heart.

“I wanted to tell you I loved you, yesterday, but you ran off.”

Mitchell gently pulled away from me, walking toward the hall. He stopped, his shoulders dropping as he breathed, “I ran off because I thought I’d scare you away.”

He turned to me, his dark gaze glistening with promise.

With a vulnerability that hadn’t existed yesterday.

I took slow steps toward him, my cock twitching with need. I didn’t feel embarrassed about grabbing myself, and I didn’t feel embarrassed about the way his gaze fell to my hand, or the way he looked at me.

Like I was truly his.

I stopped in front of him, reaching out to brace myself against the wall with one hand, picking up his hand with the other.

I let out a deep breath as I placed it over my heart. His palm was warm against my chest and I liked how it felt there.

Mitchell smirked as I said, “I’m not scared of what I feel when I’m with you.”

His gaze softened as I leaned in closer, bringing our bodies together. His fingers slid over my pec, taking my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger as he pinched and pulled, causing my cock to twitch, and me to stifle a moan.

“Not anymore,” I said, moving my hands to gingerly unbutton his jeans, unzip his zipper.

Mitchell shook his head as he let out a dark chuckle. “Is this what you want, Cream Puff?” he taunted, sliding his hand down over my stomach, to cup my cock through my jeans. “You want to be the prince charming?”

His thumb rubbed my cockhead through my jeans, and I pushed his pants down to the floor. I gazed at him up and down, taking in the sight of his nakedness in its entirety. Amidst the dark shadows and the amber light, he was by far the hottest thing I’d ever laid eyes on.

And he was mine.

The truth coupled with my desire was a heady cocktail, and I thought about all the times he’d been patient with me and my insecurities.

A world of possibilities and unclaimed moments lay ahead of us, and I, for one, was more than excited to venture into the unknown with him.

I took a step back, watching as he stood there patiently waiting.

Waiting for me to call the shots, to tell him what to do, I realized.

I slowly unbuttoned my own jeans, divesting what was left of my clothes. Mitchell’s heated gaze fixed on me, trailing over me with lust and love.

So much love, it was like a sugar high.

I grabbed my cock, sliding my hand along my shaft as I gazed at him.

Mitchell praised me constantly, and I couldn’t deny I liked it, how his words made me feel.

So, I took a page out of his book as I closed the distance between us, catching his gaze as I let go of my cock, bracing my hands on the wall, pinning him beneath me. His gaze glistened with excitement as I pressed myself and my leaking cock against him.

“You are, without a doubt, the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, finding my voice.

“Oh yeah? Is that so?” he drawled, grabbing both our cocks together in his hand.

Instinctively, I thrust myself against him, but it was no use, I needed more .

Mitchell moved his hand slowly up and down as he jacked us both, and I captured his lips with mine.

A thousand thoughts ran through my brain, a thousand wants, a thousand needs.

The foremost being one I never thought I’d dream in a million years, but that felt more right than anything else.

Tuned into me like he was, he only whispered, “Tell me what you want, Cream Puff.”

I let my hand drop along his body, pulling him away from the wall. I slid my fingers over the supple flesh of his ass, my heart in my throat as my fingertips slid over his seam.

Mitchell groaned from the touch, which only fed my desire more.

“I want you,” I said, letting my fingernails dig into the skin of his cheeks. The lust in my voice was foreign, but somehow it felt so undeniably true I couldn’t refute it.

The need to be inside of him, possessing him, was both scary and exhilarating because I’d never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted Mitchell.

“How do you want me, baby?” Mitchell teased, using his thumb to spread our combined wetness along my shaft.

I swallowed harshly as the words fell out of my mouth. My heart thumped in my chest as I held his gaze, like a blazing fire.

“I want to fuck you.”

Mitchell smiled the sexiest grin I thought I’d ever seen, his dark hair falling in his eyes as he leaned up to nibble my lip.

“Is that so?” he purred, pushing me gently as he dipped toward the shadows. I followed him like a moth to a flame.

Toward his bedroom.

Bedroom.

A part of me felt scared as he turned on the light, keeping it low enough to see, but not bright enough to be distracting. I watched as he sauntered toward his bed, the dark black and gold geometric comforter standing out against the black, padded headboard.

There was something exhilarating about standing in his bedroom, feasting my eyes on his amber-lit flesh. My cock throbbed as the air kissed my moist skin, and I had to wrap my hand around my cock to quiet the need for touch.

Mitchell gazed at me over his shoulder as he opened his bedside table drawer.

I took one step closer, watching his shoulders knit as the sound of a cap popping echoed in the space. Then I took another step, then another, until I was in front of him.

I braced my fingers on his shoulder, letting them travel over his skin and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body flush against me.

Mitchell turned in my arms, and I leaned forward, kissing him with all that I was.

And what I was, was a ball of nerves, of sensation, of fear and love, and excitement and uncertainty.

But underneath his touch, underneath his kiss, I was safe.

I could just be... me.

“Yes,” I breathed against his lips, stepping forward, nudging his legs apart with my knee.

Mitchell fell back against the bed with ease, and I tumbled with him. He shifted us both back, wrapping his leg around my hip, our cocks brushing together, hard and wet.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips. A cool wetness kissed the edge of my cock, familiar but also foreign.

One glance to his nightstand, and I noticed the open bottle of lube, which was like a splash of cold water to my system.

I wanted this, wanted him.

But it had also been a while since I’d had sex—let alone anal—with anyone.

And I’d certainly never done it with a guy.

My nerves threatened to upend me, but Mitchell only slid his fingers through my hair, pulling my lips to his.

“You’re in charge here, Penn. If you want to stop...”

I shook my head, crushing my lips to his, his words giving me the strength they always did.

Letting me know it was okay to not be okay.

That it was okay to be nervous.

I slid my hand over his thigh as I ground myself against the cool wetness of his puckered opening, his cock sliding against my stomach, leaving wet trails of precum along my skin .

And when I looked in his eyes, seeing the desire, the love there, I forgot all about my nerves.

I kissed him softly, letting my tongue caress his, and I slowly tilted his hips up with one hand, gripping myself with the other, lining myself up. My breath hitched as the head of my cock pressed against his slick, lubricated entrance, and the rest of the world around me blurred.

For a moment, we lay there, intertwined, panting against one another as I inched my way inside his heat, breaching the tight ring of muscle. Mitchell’s cock was solid and wet against my abs, throbbing as I kissed him. I grabbed his hardness in my hands as instinct took over, and my cock throbbed in the tight space and I started to move.

Mitchell rocked his hips in unison with my thrusts as I built a rhythm, slow and steady.

His insides clenched me tightly, driving me absolutely mad.

I didn’t want to stop.

Not now, not ever.

“Fucking hell, Penn...” Mitchell grunted, wrapping his other leg around my hip, pulling me deeper, until I’d completely bottomed out.

“Mitch...” I grunted, my words starting to disappear, my linguistics systems taking a siesta again.

Words were hard to form when I felt this good.

His cock throbbed in my hand as I brushed my fingertip over his slit, wet and sticky precum coating both my hand and his shaft as I quickened my pace. There was nothing but the sounds of our breath, of wet skin slapping together, of guttural grunts and whispered curses as the flames consumed us both.