18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Avery

T he ride to our place was quiet but not awkward.

Myles seemed to need the space to come back to himself after having the panic attack at his parents' place, and my heart hurt for everything he was going through. While his parents didn't seem like the type to judge or cut him out over writing erotica, the reveal exposed a certain vulnerable spot, and you never could tell. I placed an order on DoorDash for pizza, so we'd at least have some sustenance when we returned to the house because guaranteed that was the furthest thing on Myles's mind right now.

The air percolated with a seriousness I let seep into my pores. I was already so sure about Myles in my life and the way I felt about him, and this solidified it. The fact he felt safe enough to unravel around me and allowed me in his space was a gift.

Even though he'd brought both hands back to the steering wheel, I itched to reach out and touch him. However, I'd been working one-on-one with clients long enough to know he needed to initiate the touch post-anxiety attack. His mom clearly did too, and that she'd communicated as much showed how much they cared about him. With the windows down, the crisp air of Boston's fall breeze cooled my cheeks.

We turned onto our road, and the sight of the house near the end of the row made my heart stutter. All too fast, this place had become my home in a way my last apartment had never been, and it was due to Myles. The comfort I felt around him, how he made me feel seen and listened to when I struggled so hard with that sometimes…fuck, it meant everything.

Those feelings rested on the tip of my tongue tonight, so close to tumbling over.

When he pulled to a stop in front of the house, he took my hand. His serious eyes grew darker in the fading light, and with the way they locked on me, my breath hitched.

"Thank you," he said, his voice a low rasp. "I hate that you had to witness that."

"I don't." I squeezed his hand back. "I want it all, Myles Nelson."

He tensed, his gaze seeking as he stared at me.

The air stretched out between us, fragile and threatening to snap while laden with the tension that had built between us from the moment I first walked into his house. The decay of the leaves tingled my nose, the chilled reminder of the transientness of time. These moments we grasped onto—that was what life really was, right? Just a patchwork of memories we sewed onto our own quilts.

And if I didn't try tonight, I'd regret it.

"I'm falling in love with you."

Except those words hadn't come from me.

I stared at Myles, whose mouth was open with a declaration that had me staring.

My heart soared. The softness in Myles's eyes, the slight tremble in his hand linked with mine, the way the waning shadows highlighted the seriousness of his expression, fuck, I was so enamored with every little thing about him. Joy flared fiercely within me like the first drive down the highway when the fall foliage started turning—a limitless freedom I didn't think I'd ever be able to capture in my hand, in my heart.

"Well that's good," I murmured, not looking away from him. "Because I'm in love with you too."

His throat bobbed with his swallow. Witnessing the realization on his face was like watching the sun rise, a slow gradient of light suffusing his features until he glowed.

The distance between us was suddenly too much.

I wasn't sure if he leaned in first or I did, but our mouths collided with a ferocity that burst through my veins.

This kiss was the culmination of everything that had exploded between us, the sort I'd remember for the rest of my life. Myles threaded his fingers through my hair, gripping tight as he consumed me with his lips, his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding in. I moaned against his mouth, half-hard from the mere touch alone, and my veins sparked tonight, the blood pumping hot.

The cool air clashed with the heat combusting between us, and I'd forever associate love with the sharp scent of fall.

The melody of Myles's mouth on mine was heartbreakingly familiar and brand new in the same breath, and I surrendered to it. The realization that this was real, that this comfort, this joy, this thrill was mine to claim hadn't settled in yet, and I tasted him over and over again as if I could imprint every last bit of his essence with mine.

Need thrummed through me, my skin hot and sensitized from it. Kisses weren't enough. I wanted him inside me, filling me to completion. He tightened his grip as if he sensed the shift between us as well, and lust sizzled through the air.

We separated for breath, both of us gasping. His eyes were wide and wild, his lush lips reddened and slick with spit.

"Your room or mine?" I asked, unable to help my giddy fucking grin.

"Ngh, what?" He stared at me as if he couldn't comprehend. "My brain's not online yet. You said you loved me back, right? I'm not dreaming?"

"Yeah." My voice came out hushed. "Now, want to bend me over your bed so you can fuck me? Romantically?"

A brilliant smile burst on his features. Fuck, he was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. "Only if I can eat you out first."

"Swoon." I placed a hand over my chest. "Everything I've ever wanted."

He opened his car door. "Race you inside."

Before I'd processed, he loped up the steps with those slender legs. I followed, the chilly air invigorating me further. My blood pumped hot, my cock thickening at the idea of having him inside me, and I couldn't wait until I landed in his bed. He was fumbling to get the key in the door, but eventually, he managed to open it. He strode in, not bothering to close it, just leaving it open for me.

Adrenaline pumped through me, exquisite and clear, as I stepped over the threshold. I drew the door shut behind me, the click echoing through the old, drafty place. Myles was halfway up the staircase to the second floor, his ass flexing in those jeans enticingly. I had an equal urge to sink into him tonight, but we had all the time in the world. Giddiness swirled through me at that simple fact.

"So what am I now? Partner?" I followed him to his bedroom.

"Whatever you want to be, sweetheart." He clutched the doorframe, his eyes crinkling with his smile. "Fuck, I just can't believe you want to be mine."

"I feel the same." I met him at the door, and we slipped in together. It only took two strides to pass him, and then I dropped on the bed on my back. Needy? Maybe a little bit.

Except he situated himself between my thighs and was unbuttoning my pants as quick as a snap. Apparently, I wasn't the only one burning up right now. He cursed as his fingers fumbled on the zipper, but I let him tackle that while I wriggled out of my jacket and tossed it onto the ground. My tee went next, and I'd extricated myself from it by the time he finally started dragging my pants down my legs.

I kicked my boots off and helped shimmy out of those too. My cock tested the fabric of my panties, but Myles was wearing too many layers in front of me.

"You too." I hooked my finger in the front of his hoodie.

He peeled it off, flung it behind him, and shed the rest of his clothes so fast I barely had the time to blink. The lines of his body were sexy as fuck, the flat chest with his darker nipples, the smattering of hair leading down to his folds, where his T-dick peeked out, flushed and ready. My mouth watered.

"Can I taste you?" I asked, leaning back on my elbows.

"Want me to ride your face, sweetheart? His tone didn't hold any cockiness, just a directness that was somehow even hotter.

"Mmph, yes." I crooked my finger.

He climbed over me, settling his knees on either side of my head. I didn't hold back but grabbed him by those plush ass cheeks and shoved my mouth onto his T-dick. Myles let out a mix between a gasp and a groan as he swayed. He tasted hot and tart on my tongue, and I basked in the sensation of having him pressed up against me like this. His hairy thighs bracketed my head, and he rocked into my mouth.

My cock threatened to burst free, pre-cum gushing out. His thick cheeks in my grasp reminded me of how good it'd felt to fuck him, but I was a little selfish right now and wanted to get filled.

I licked and sucked at his T-dick with all my might, losing myself in his sweetness, his heat, the way he shifted his hips against me. He gripped my hair hard and continued to fuck against me, his breaths coming out stuttered. I wanted to wreck him with my mouth, just bring him to completion before we went further.

My brain shut off, and I savored his taste, the sting of his fingers tugging my hair. I breathed through my nose, not wanting to stop for a moment.

"Fuck, you're so good." Myles gasped. "I'm going to come."

A second later, his T-dick spasmed against my tongue, and he clutched my hair tighter. The scream bursting from his lips was reward enough, but the exultant look on his features imprinted in my mind. Those long lashes lowered, his head tipped back in ecstasy. Fuck, I wanted to frame the sight.

I dropped my head on the mattress, wiping away the mess of saliva and slick across my mouth.

"Holy fuck." Myles pushed up from the bed like he hadn't just come his brains out. "I need to sink into your ass right now."

"Gonna try to come again?" I waggled my brows. He stalked over to his chest of wonders and pulled out his harness and a nice, girthy cock with veins up the sides and heavy balls. He slid the straps up his legs, gliding everything into place with ease. The cock hung heavy in front of him, and I dragged my panties off and spread myself wide.

"I'm usually too oversensitive after for a second orgasm off the bat, but riding your sweet ass until you come will feel fantastic." Myles popped the bullet into the pocket in the harness, and the vibrations hummed. He snagged the lube from his nightstand, and I hooked my arms beneath my legs to bare myself further in case he needed more of a sign of what I wanted.

The squelch of lube hit the air, and a moment later, he circled my hole with a slick fingertip.

"No prep." I licked my lips. My cock glistened with pre-cum, my skin so sensitized I could scream. I just wanted him to fuck into me until we became one, until I lost track of our limbs, and all the riotous joy in the wake of our confessions could transcend us even higher.

He arched a brow. "You sure?"

"Mmph, yes. Get your big cock inside me."

He ran lube across his cock, stroking a few times before lining up the tip with my hole. Myles didn't shove his way in but split me open with gradual, deliberate pleasure I succumbed to. I clutched my legs tighter, keeping myself spread open for him. My breath hitched as he hit a little resistance but continued with the steadiness, wrecking me from the inside out.

"You're so tight," he murmured, his gaze fixated on where his cock tunneled into my hole. He looked so damn good there, the thickness filling me up in the best way possible. "Let me take care of you right now, sweetheart."

He dragged my legs down so I could relax and replaced my hands with his own, his grip the perfect sort of hard that made me float. Myles fucked into me at a steady pace, the drag of his cock inside sending sparks flaring. He thrust in with a snap of his hips, locked and loaded on my prostate. Pleasure rushed through me, and I sank into the mattress, my arms splayed overhead. I brought my hips up to meet him every time, unable to stop myself.

The comfort in his bed, the tender care he took with me while he fucked me filthy were things I'd never experienced. Usually, I either received one or the other, not this beautiful blend we'd discovered in each other.

" Mon coeur, mon coeur ," I murmured.

Myles leaned down and kissed the words from me, driving his tongue into my mouth. Sweat pricked on my forehead. I wouldn't be long tonight. At this angle, his thick cock tagged my prostate with every pass, and my cock rubbed against his stomach, the friction enough to get me close.

My mind reeled, and every cognizant thought fled in the wake of the overwhelming sensations rushing through me.

"You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Myles fucked into me with a dogged determination. His lust-blown blue eyes focused on me, his hands on my thighs as he drove into my hole like he could elevate me into a different dimension. Sweat and sex permeated the air, a heady brew. My breaths came out sharper and shorter. Any minute now, I would blow.

Myles leaned over me, my cock ready to explode from the way it ground against his warm abdomen.

Moans burst out of me, loud and echoing through the shadow-stained room, the dim lighting all that illuminated us.

His thick strands were tangled, his beard darkened with sweat, yet he rammed into me with a brute force I surrendered to. This raw, animalistic fury fit the fierceness of the love expanding in my chest, the same way the tenderness from before had. It was a juxtaposition of everything that could exist between us, and the potential there was blinding.

He thrust in hard, and my prostate spasmed. I choked back a gasp as the pleasure exploded through me in an intense flare. When my cock rubbed against his lower stomach again, the sensation tipped me over.

"Oh god," I screamed. My balls drew up, and I exploded.

My orgasm barreled through me with a cyclone force, demolishing everything in its wake but sheer ecstasy. My cum splattered onto his chest, and stars flared in my vision. He slowed his thrusts, drifting to lazy passes as he fucked me through my release. The breaths sawed out of me, and sweat prickled over my body in the wake of the explosion. Myles stilled and leaned down to brush a kiss on my temple.

" Je t'aime ," I murmured, breathless.

"I love you too," he said. The fondness in those blue eyes struck me square in the chest. How this had unfolded in such a short span of time was a miracle unto itself. I'd been gliding through life, thinking I was happy, not realizing the joy that had lain in wait just around the corner.

The doorbell rang from below, piercing through our quiet reverie.

"Oh fuck, the pizza." I almost shot up before realizing Myles was still buried in me. Even the slight movement sent a jolt through me.

He snorted. "Gonna be hard to get it right now. Let him leave it outside."

"We're going to need to fortify. After all, I expect you to fall asleep defenseless for me tonight."

"You're going to fuck me awake?" His nostrils flared, the lust descending between us again as thick as if it had never dissipated.

"Until you're screaming my name."