11. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Myles

H ow I made it back to our place without combusting was a miracle.

Avery and I had rushed out of the club, hailed the nearest taxi, and went straight home.

I was tempted to climb onto Avery's lap in the back seat and make out with him the entire drive. My lips were still buzzing from our kiss in the club. Instead, we were good, all but vibrating as our gazes met again and again. I wasn't sure if he'd change his mind when we got home, but I could only hope he was willing to fuck me hard tonight. When we'd been making out, his thick erection had brushed against my leg, and it had been so damn long since I'd gotten railed until I saw stars.

Guaranteed, Avery could deliver.

His chestnut strands were plastered against his forehead and the side of his head, and his lips were pinker from kissing me. Lust sparked those bright blue eyes, always clever, always curious, always consuming. He reached across the space between us and wove his fingers through mine. My heart thumped a little harder.

From the first time I'd seen him across Randy's, I'd been attracted to him. He was full of life, exploding with color and energy. He was the polar opposite of me—timid and static—and if I could be in his presence, even for a moment, my life would be better for it.

Tonight was more than a fling—at least to me. But tonight I'd take whatever I could get.

The taxi screeched to a halt in front of my house, and my mouth dried. However, Avery stepped out of the door first, tugging me along with him, and I wasn't letting go. I one-handedly juggled with my keys to get our place open.

"Come on, gorgeous." Avery nipped at my ear. "The sooner we get inside, the sooner we can strip out of these clothes."

Lust shuddered through me, and I squeezed my legs tight. Fuck, I was going to come the second he got his hands on me.

I walked inside first, our hands still threaded together, and directed Avery toward my room.

"What do you want?" Avery asked. "I'm vers, but I'm not going to lie. If you're comfortable, I'd love to fuck you tonight."

"Ngh, yes," I said, all but dragging him up the stairs. I kicked my door open wider and stepped inside. If only I'd had the foresight to make my bed or clear some of the clothes off the floor. Too late now. I landed on the bed with a thump, my legs not keeping me upright anymore. "Front hole's off limits, but I love getting fucked in the ass. Though I've got plenty of fun cocks to fuck with too when the mood strikes."

"That's sexy as hell." Avery stepped between my legs. My blood pumped hot. "So you don't mind if I steer this ship tonight?"

"Please." I gasped. God, I sounded like a breathless, needy slut. Not like I cared. It had been so damn long, and the plethora of fantasies I'd had regarding Avery fell short of the reality. And I had a very vivid imagination. After grinding against him at the club, my packer giving some friction to my T-dick, I was about to detonate, my skin already hypersensitive.

"Strip for me," Avery said, his voice low. The husky rasp moved like silk over my skin.

I tugged the tank top over my head and tossed it behind me. Occasionally when I hooked up with cis folks, the nerves would settle in that they wouldn't like the body I was so damn happy in. However, being with Avery was pure comfort. Only heat blazed in those eyes as he scanned over my chest. I unbuttoned my pants and tugged the zipper down. Once I shucked those to the ground too, I hooked my fingers in my waistband, preparing to get rid of my boxer briefs and packer.

"Ngh, that bulge," Avery said. "I want to suck on it."

My eyes rolled back in my head at the thought. I edged to the end of the bed and spread my legs, sliding the cock through the center seam. Avery dropped to his knees in a graceful motion. His hands rested on top of my thighs, keeping them open, and he leaned in to swallow the soft length of my cock, grabbing it in the process. He sucked on it, and each gentle dip of his head ground the base against my T-dick even more. I'd gotten amped up from the dancing earlier, and every time he bobbed on my soft cock, flickers shot through me.

The sight of him with his mouth full was mesmerizing. I ran my hand through his chestnut strands because I could. Even stuck together with sweat, they were still glossier and softer than I would've thought. His long lashes fluttered, and goddamn, he was so damn gorgeous. How the hell was he here with me right now?

Any moment, I expected to wake up and find myself in bed alone, that this was a dream. Except Avery knelt in front of me, his tank top glued to his chest, showing off his gorgeous curves. God, I longed to worship his body, just taste him from head to toe. Except he was calling the shots tonight, so I'd do whatever he wanted. Guaranteed, it'd be the ride of my life.

Another push of the packer base against my T-dick had me gasping hard, a pulse of pleasure filtering through my system. I tugged on his hair a little tighter, and he pulled off my cock, his lips pretty and spit-slicked.

"Do you have lube and condoms?" he asked. His tousled hair, his reddened lips, his tank top sliding down his shoulder were pure, graceful disarray, and I fixated so hard I barely registered the question. Avery tapped his finger on the bottom of my chin. "You there, Myles?"

I blinked, heat flushing to my cheeks. "Uh, top drawer of my nightstand."

He stood, snagged the large bottle of lube and a few packs of condoms, and tossed them onto the mattress next to me.

"I can't wait to sink inside you," he said.

My breath hitched. "Mmph."

"That a yes?" He cocked his brow. The move was so sexy I pretty much forgot how to function.

I shoved my packer and boxer briefs off, tossed them to the floor with the rest of my clothes, and spread my legs. "Want me to prep for you?" I'd caught sight of his dick in the shower, and fuck yes, I needed that shoved up my hole like I needed my next breath. I wanted the fullness stretching me open while I stroked my T-dick. Nothing made me come faster.

"Hell no," Avery said, his dark blue eyes flashing. "I want that pleasure." He ripped his tank top over his head and let it drop. His chest was fucking perfection, those darkened areolas and nipples delicious against his olive skin. His small, round tits were so damn hot, and the curve of his hips was sexy as hell. He peeled his black pants off, his girthy length testing the fabric of his neon-blue briefs. Mmph. My mouth watered. I wanted to suck it.

Avery brought his briefs down his thighs, and I grew transfixed by the bob of his thick cock, red and slightly curved with the glisten of moisture at the tip. He kept himself impeccably groomed, his legs and arms shaved, same as around his cock, which left the soft skin looking perfect to rub against. Stripped down, Avery was a work of art. His body deserved to be worshiped, and the strong muscles of his thighs amped my fantasies higher. If he wanted to wrap them around me while I blew him or ate out his hole, all the fucking better.

"Next time, when I'm not pent up, I'm going to take my time with you," Avery said, his voice a low rasp. "Because fuck, you're hot as hell."

"I'll die if you go slow." I didn't care how desperate I sounded. My body ached with need, and I reached between my legs to stroke my T-dick.

"Can't have that, can we?" He gave my chest a light push, and I collapsed back on the mattress, leaving my legs spread. My skin prickled with electricity, and my T-dick was so sensitized I could scream. Avery settled next to me on the bed, propped up by his elbow as he squirted lube onto his fingers.

"Fuck, do you know how badly I've wanted this?" Avery said, his blue eyes glowing with lust. My heart thumped so hard it deafened. What depraved god had I sacrificed to for him to be in my bed right now?

"There's no way you wanted this as much as I did," I said, my voice a low rasp with the admission. My skin felt raw from it because the truth was harder to bear than almost anything. I'd held back an embarrassing amount of longing for Avery.

He pressed his fingers against my hole, and I tilted my head back, a moan escaping. Goddamn. Pleasure flushed through me as he pushed two inside with ease. My T-dick throbbed, like getting fucked was an activation button.

"I definitely did." Avery thrust his fingers into my hole, the slide feeling so damn good. "The second I showed up here and realized the cutie from the diner was my roommate? God, you've been pure temptation."

I swallowed hard. I thought I'd been the only one noticing him all this time. The feeling in my chest grew stronger, wider as if it tried to expand outside of my chest. I licked my lips, which were dry as hell. Already he'd slipped another finger in, stretching me nice and wide, just the way I liked. My breaths came in ragged pants, and fuck, I needed his cock so badly. I wanted him braced over my body, skin to skin, as he claimed me so utterly I lost sight of anything else.

"Fuck me, please." I gasped, not caring how desperate I sounded.

"My pleasure," he said with a sexy wink. I shifted to the center of the mattress, and he grabbed my thighs again with a confidence that made me melt as he situated himself between them. I wanted him to hold me tight enough for bruises, but if I could convince him to fuck me again, there'd be time to beg for harder. He pushed up onto his knees and ran his hand along the thick cock I'd been salivating over.

Avery reached over for the condom, ripped the wrapper open, and sheathed his cock with ease. I lay there transfixed, the movements so graceful from his nimble fingers that had just been thrusting inside me. He squirted more lube onto his cock and lined it up with my hole.

"Sure you're ready?" he asked, a teasing light in his eyes.

"In case it wasn't obvious that my hole's a greedy whore, yes. Fuck me so hard I can't feel my teeth."

"Are you hiding a bit of a brat there?" He pressed the tip against my rim. His cocky grin hit all my buttons.

Any hesitations faded as the challenge roared through my system. I grabbed his hips and impaled myself on his cock. Adrenaline soared through my system from the shock of the thick length pushing into me, and Avery's eyes widened until a slow, sensual grin replaced that.

"Oh, definitely a brat." Avery's eyes twinkled as he wrapped his hands around my hips. "Fuck, your hole feels so damn good." His thighs brushed against mine, and I'd been right in assuming his skin was soft as hell. I wanted to rub myself over it again and again, just to experience the fluttering sensation coursing through my body every time.

I sank my teeth into my lower lip, my breaths coming out sharp. "Fuck me like you want to wreck me."

Avery's eyes flared with lust. "You're hitting every single one of my buttons, gorgeous." His grip on my thighs tightened, each finger imprinting into my skin. I wanted those marks like tattoos, proof we'd flared hot like the stars, that our collision was tangible, real. Strands of his hair drifted forward as he pumped his cock forward and back. Sparks rippled through me, and I didn't bother restraining my moans.

My T-dick ached, and I needed to rub myself so damn badly I could scream. I reached down, but Avery batted my hand away.

"Nah, that's mine tonight," he drawled, all low, sexy, and casual, as if his words alone weren't getting me closer to coming. "Grab the headboard because I'm about to fuck you into it."

Lord have mercy. Fuck, I didn't even believe in a god, but I'd be calling out for one anyway.

He thrust into me at an even tempo that would guaranteed piss me off. The movements felt so damn good, but the urge to beg for more, harder, faster bubbled up. Except the teasing glint in his eyes, the wicked curve of his grin held me captivated, and I splayed my arms over my head as he fucked me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the heat exploding between us put the club to shame. I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts, needing to feel him deep inside me. Each pass of his smooth skin against my legs, watching his graceful muscles move, how his cock with the slight curve filled me perfectly—I was so consumed with Avery that nothing else mattered.

Who cared if I came? I sure as hell didn't because I wanted this dance between us to last forever. The way our bodies moved was sheer alchemy, transmuting a simple act to something far greater, far more momentous than I could fathom.

He pulled my legs to rest on his shoulders, almost folding me in half as he thrust into me faster. My senses reeled in overdrive as he drove his thick length in with a force that enthralled me. His hips moved with a ferocity I surrendered to as I tried to fuck myself harder on his cock. The push and pull grew as inexorable as the tides, and I lost myself to the undulating movements.

A drop of sweat trailed down my temple, and my breaths came out ragged and short. My T-dick was about to combust, a few short strokes away from bliss, but he gripped my legs tight and fucked me so hard the whole bed was shaking. Exactly like I'd imagined. The intensity of those blue eyes ensnared me, and I couldn't look away as he railed into me like he was trying to burrow inside me. Each pass vaulted me higher, and pleasure rolled through my body, even though the tightness in my T-dick was bordering on painful. I needed to stroke it so badly I wanted to sob.

But I also didn't want him to stop.

He let out a feral growl as he slammed home again, and my eyes rolled back. His nails bit into my calves, which rested on his shoulders. He bent over me, occasionally brushing my T-dick with the collision, and each time the breath snagged in my throat from the shock of bliss.

"Please let me come," I begged, my whole body screaming with need, even though I didn't want this to end.

"Where would the fun be in that?" Avery arched his brow.

Fuck. That was so damn hot.

While I expected him to be vocal and intense, this playfulness, this cocky charm, was sexy as hell. My skin felt so sensitized each brush against his sent sparks traveling through my system. I was so amped I could barely stand it, and the pressure between my thighs was growing unbearable.

"You need something, gorgeous?" he asked, a wicked tease in his tone.

"Mmph." I couldn't form coherent thoughts, let alone words. My whole body formed one taut thread he was plucking, and I loved every damn second.

His eyes softened with a tenderness that made my heart reel as he shifted my legs from his shoulders and dropped them onto the bed. It exposed my T-dick, which was flushed and needily jutting out.

He reached down and stroked my T-dick. The moment his fingers touched it, a jolt of pleasure rushed through me, so strong it stole my breath. I shifted my hips in tandem with his, which worked his fingers across my T-dick harder. The more he rubbed, the more the tension grew, to the point I couldn't focus on anything but this driving need to come.

My thighs trembled from the force of anticipation, and each swipe of Avery's clever fingers had the bliss growing stronger and stronger.

"Come for me," he commanded with another hard stroke, and fuck, I obeyed.

My T-dick spasmed hard, and my whole body tensed with the burst of pleasure that consumed me entirely. The moans tore from me, a low, almost wounded noise. Wave after wave of my orgasm rolled through me as Avery continued to fuck into my ass. His fingers pressing down on my T-dick kept me steady through the orgasm that radiated through me. Fireworks burst, and my vision blanked as I coasted along as I came and came and came.

Avery stilled, and a moment later, he stiffened above me as his cock pulsed inside me, filling up the condom. The bliss relaxing his features, the way his mouth dropped open with a groan, was a sight I wanted to memorize. His hair was pasted to his forehead, and his blue eyes had a feverishness that transfixed me. I lay there beneath him, sweat coating me from head to toe, wrecked from the orgasm he'd torn from me.

After far too long with only me and my toys and a string of dissatisfying lays before that, Avery wasn't just good—he was unforgettable. How would I live with him without wanting to jump his bones 24/7 now?

My heart stuttered as we stared at each other. Would this be where he pulled out and evacuated? Clearly, he couldn't be interested in more than that.

Except then he leaned down and brushed his lips to mine, and I melted. The kiss was soft and seeking, soothing me in a way I hadn't known I needed. His cock remained firmly inside me, although it deflated, but I was in no hurry for him to pull it out. I wanted to feel his body against mine, and he lowered himself so our chests brushed together, his with a bit of softness at the tits that was hot as fuck against my flat.

He pulled back and pressed a kiss on the tip of my nose, the motion so goddamn cute I died. My heart tumbled, and yeah, bury me here because I didn't want to leave this space at all.

"Let me get rid of the condom." Avery drew his cock out. My hole spasmed, wanting the comfort of having him fill me up, of having his body pressed to mine. He tied the condom off, and the mattress creaked as he got up and tossed it into my wastebasket. He disappeared out of my room, the click of the door down the hall followed by the hiss of water from the sink cluing me in on what he was doing.

I didn't bother moving, loving the rumpled blankets and the scent of sex heavy in the air. Even my beard grew sweaty after the heat and combustion between us. I tipped my head back and stared at the pale ceiling while residual pleasure flickered through my limbs.

Avery returned on quiet feet, and I drank my fill of all that sexiness. His soft brown hair was tousled like the wind had blown it around, and his olive skin looked as smooth as it had been rubbing against me. He had long, long legs, a slender waist, and the sort of peach-shaped ass I'd love to eat out. What struck me silent was the gentleness in his pretty blue eyes after the thorough fucking he'd given me.

"Let me clean you up." Avery slid a washcloth between my thighs. I didn't resist because damn, the motion felt good—even more so just to have someone take their time with me like that. Once he tossed the washcloth into the hamper though, my heart began to pick up speed.

I wanted to ask him to stay in my bed tonight. The words rested on the tip of my tongue, desperate to break free, but instead, I stared at him as if I could telepathically communicate.

Avery didn't say anything but fell onto my bed beside me. "Scooch over. I need some space."

My heart did a full-out barrel roll. Happiness flooded my system, and I moved over to give him room.

"Unless you want me to leave?" Avery asked, a hint of hesitation creeping into his voice as he turned onto his side.

I grasped his hip to drag our fronts together, chests touching, legs tangling. Our faces were so close the puff of his breath warmed my cheeks.

I only managed one word, but it happened to be the only one I needed.

"Stay."