Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Henry

OBJECTIONS MELT AWAY as Alex kisses me. We've used our hands, our mouths, the raw friction of our bodies, but it seems nothing will sate us now that we have each other here. There's no one and nothing to tell us to stop — not Alex's parents or his job, not my roommate woes, nothing. He's coming back with me, moving into my house, but he kisses me with urgency anyway.

I grab at him, just as eager. It doesn't matter that I'm shorter than him when I push him toward the bed. He goes easily, dragging me along. But I don't let him pull me down onto the mattress when he falls, remaining standing at the edge while he lies there confused.

"You know," I say, "we've only done that one time. And it was kind of a while ago."

I watch the wheels turn, Alex's face going from perplexed to thoughtful to wide with understanding.

"Oh," he says. "Oh. That. I wasn't sure if you'd want to. I mean … maybe I didn't … do it right?"

I can't help laughing, but I try to hide it behind my hand.

He props himself up on his elbows. "Don't laugh. I'm still learning."

I set a knee on the bed so I can lean in toward him, place my hands on his chest, and push him back down. Then I hold myself up, caging him in with my arms as I look down at him.

"You did it right," I say. "And I want you to do it right again."

His throat bobs. "I can do that. I can definitely do that."

He's adorably eager to please. I pray that will linger, even after he's more experienced and the charming edge of naivete inevitably fades. That simply means he'll have learned everything there is to know about my body, and that probability is as exciting as getting to see him experience things for the first — or second — time. I couldn't be more excited to go on this journey with him.

But right now, I'm mostly excited for his cock.

I pursue him onto the bed. He crawls back, and I follow until he runs out of room and there's nothing left to do but bend down and kiss him. Alex's hands go right to my waist, squeezing, pulling me down atop him. I lie between his legs, his excitement hard against me as our mouths smother each other. Alex's hands sneak their way downward until he's cupping the swell of my ass. I groan into his mouth and sway into his touch, rubbing myself against him. He squeezes harder as the friction increases, unbearable even through all our clothes.

I push myself up onto my hands. We're both panting, our hips connected.

"You're teasing me," I say.

Alex shakes his head. "Trying to remember if I packed everything we need or not."

"If the condoms are in a box, I swear I am ripping it open."

He chuckles. "I'm pretty sure I have some."

I sit back so he can get out from under me. It's torment, but prolonging what I want any longer is far, far worse, so I deal with the sweet tremble of discomfort that zings through my body. Alex gets off the bed and fumbles around in a box that fortunately isn't taped shut yet. I tear off my shirt and pants in the meantime and slide my fingers into my mouth, slicking them up before I reach behind myself.

That's how Alex finds me when he turns around with lube and a condom in his hands. He pauses, almost dropping the supplies, his eyebrows climbing high as he takes in the way I'm working myself.

"I couldn't wait," I say, breathier now that I have my fingers inside myself.

"Shit," he rasps.

He tosses the supplies onto the bed and nearly rips the buttons off his shirt in his haste to get it off. The businessman thing is definitely hot, but I'm more than happy to see the work attire fall to the floor, exposing the muscle and dark hair all over Alex's body. I work my fingers harder at the sight of his thick, hard cock jutting toward his belly, bouncing with every step he takes toward the bed.

He leans over me and cups my face while my fingers are still inside me. We pant at each other, hot breaths swirling between us.

"I can't believe I get to keep you," he says before he kisses me, hot and passionate, his tongue probing into my mouth.

I whimper and whine, shameless as he sucks the breath out of me. I lose track of my fingers inside me, but it doesn't matter. I've done this before. I knew before he got home today what I wanted tonight. I'm plenty ready for him.

I therefore go easily when he breaks the kiss and turns me around so I'm facedown on the bed, my ass in the air. I gasp against the sheets, hands curling in the comforter as I await him with desire sparking through me.

Alex settles behind me on his knees. The lube is faintly cool as he dribbles it onto me, indulgently swirling it around, his fingers dipping inside me. I groan as he toys with me. Alex takes his time while I'm trembling out of my skin with need.

Finally, he stops petting me. His fingers disappear, and a moment later, something larger replaces them.

Alex slides in slowly, gingerly, but I'm so, so ready for him. I moan as his head stretches me open, shifting my hips to beg him for more. He keeps going slow, and it's all I can do not to weep as my body screams for it. He's barely inside me, but I crave the fullness of feeling him deep within me, stretching me, consuming me, pressing against my walls.

I get a preview as he sinks a little deeper. It's not enough, and I shift my hips to try to take more.

"Christ, Henry," Alex says, his words blowing hot against my bowed back.

"More," I gasp while I can.

He gives me more, and takes away my ability to speak as he does it. His thick cock fills me, and my body trembles from the intrusion. I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch at the bedspread beneath me, mouth emitting pathetic noises as I soak in the sensation of fullness, of Alex invading every sense.

He gives me time to adjust, but I wiggle my hips, and he starts moving before I'm forced to beg for it. The drag of his cock is delicious torment. Every motion of his body lights up mine as he pulls back only to push himself inside again. I'm tight around him, but it gets easier as he continues, until he finds a smooth rhythm that has me whimpering into the sheets with every beat of his hips. His fingers cling to my hips, keeping my ass high as I smear my face into the comforter while squirming in ecstasy.

"Henry," Alex moans. "God, this feels so good. Can't get enough of you."

I moan, soaking in the praise. I want him addicted to me. I want him craving me. I want him so hooked he spends all his time dreaming of being inside me again, distracted, desperate, pathetic with need. Because that's how I feel as he pounds into me. That's how I feel as I cry out into the sheets, screaming for more as my body burns around his cock.

He groans, deep and low, primal, and folds forward over me, like he can't even hold himself up anymore. His weight drapes over my back, his hands at my sides, his cock driving into me. He feels closer this way, more intimate, even though his cock has been inside me this whole time. The fact that he can kiss along my shoulders, and does, leaves me even more inextricably linked to him. We can't be physically closer than this, our bodies touching everywhere they can, his mouth peppering me with kisses as he wrings moans out of my throat with every hard drive of his cock.

"Henry," he says against my back, as though he can't get enough of my name no matter how many times he says it during this.

I want to respond, but all that comes out is more whimpering and whining. My cock is desperately hard, but I can't reach it like this. As though sensing my need, Alex's hand sneaks under us so he can grab it. I almost sob when he touches me, my body singing with tension when I feel him there too. My balls are tight against me. My skin is so flushed I feel like I should be burning Alex where he lies against me. The next time his cock grinds deep inside me, my body tenses as though preparing to explode.

"Ah…ah…" I'm trying to get out some mangled version of his name, either to beg him for more or warn him I'm close, but the word struggles to fit alongside the moans leaping from my mouth.

"Fuck," he gasps against me, and suddenly his cock is pummeling me so hard, so fast, so frantic that there's no need for words. His hand jerks me. His hips slap against me. Our bodies slide against each other, slick with sweat and passion. And finally I find space for his name.

"Alex," I shout as I burst over his hand, my whole body shaking and shuddering. I shatter in his grasp, my ass clenching tightly around Alex. He makes a sound like choking, like strangling, and then his thrusting goes jerky and irregular. He groans and groans against my back, a deeper accompaniment to my screaming fit. With a few more fitful thrusts, he sighs and collapses atop me.

I can't hold him up. I can't even hold myself up. I fall completely into the sheets with Alex still on me and in me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. The wet mess under me tells me I should move, but I'm floating out of my own body and couldn't care less. I haven't even opened my eyes yet and the world is spinning away, spiraling out of my grasp. I let the reverberations take me where they will, like I'm nothing more than flotsam buoyed along by sea currents.

Eventually, Alex extracts his filthy hand from under me, but he doesn't actually get up. He kisses my shoulders, then trails those kisses down my back even as he pulls out of me. I listen to him shuffling around, but don't respond until he returns to the bed. He sits beside where I lay, stroking his fingers through my hair and along my spine in a tickling trickle like a drop of water running down my back. I sigh, wondering when my life became so impossibly good.

Alex swipes at my eye, and I blink both open in surprise when I realize he caught a bit of wetness on his thumb.

"Everything okay?" he says.

"Yes, I didn't realize I…" I scrub the rest of the water away. "I was thinking about how happy I am, actually."

Alex smiles, soft and exhausted. I struggle to sit up beside him, leaning heavily against him while my body is still light and loose.

"I was thinking that too," he says. "And also that it's been a long, long time since I've felt that way."

I swallow the lump that forms in my throat. It's heart breaking to think how long he's been unhappy just to go along with what other people want for him, but that's changing starting now. We're building a new life together, and the only people who get a say in how we live it are us.

I cup his face and kiss him, trying to press those words against his lips. He wraps an arm around me. When I break the kiss, he leans his forehead against mine, his sigh brushing against my face.

"I love you, Henry," he says. "Thank God I found you."

I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs. "I love you too. And I can't wait to start our life together. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I can feel the muscles in his face move as he smiles, even if I'm too close to him to see the expression.

"I'm going to work every single day to be worthy of that," he says. "I promise you that, Henry. Every single day, you're going to know how much you mean to me."

"I already do," I say, and pull him into another kiss.

He might feel like he has to prove himself to his parents or his job or other people, but he has nothing to prove to me. I already know. And there's not a shred of doubt in my heart.