HIS BODY COILED around me so tight I could barely breathe.
“Say it again,” he urged, but the desperation made his voice crack.
Leaning away, I forced his eyes to mine. “I won’t leave you. I’m crazy about Henry Gilchrist. And, honestly, I have very little interest in Henry Alexander—except for the fact that he comes with the package.”
He sucked in a deep breath and bit his lip to fight back the emotion that was trying to war its way out.
“I mean it. No more running. No more hiding. It’s a leap of faith. I get that. But we can jump together.”
He nodded, but I needed more.
“Say it,” I ordered.
His chest shuddered, but the words finally breezed from between his perfect lips. “I can do that.”
“Evan,” I prompted.
A slow smile turned the corners of his lips up. “I can do that, Evan.”
I growled seconds before sealing my mouth over his in a searing kiss that I prayed would brand us both.
His moan vibrated in my mouth as he rolled, covering me completely from head to toe. My hips lifted on their own accord, grinding against his in a search-and-rescue mission for friction. Never one to disappoint, Henry shifted until our hard-ons found each other. It was a union of beauty, and it sent sparks of overwhelming need through not only my shaft, but directly to my heart.
“This time, I’m taking you,” I announced, moving my attention to his neck.
His body tensed, but the subtle circle of his hips continued to torment me.
“This is it, Henry. This is where we start. No games. No fears. No bullshit. This is where you give yourself to me, completely.”
“And what about you? Will you be giving yourself to me?” he asked seductively.
“No,” I answered.
His head snapped back, those bright, blue eyes dimming. “No?”
“I have nothing left to give. You own me. And I’m not just talking about sexually. You’ve been a whirlwind who has stripped me bare and brought me to my knees more than once. I’m not na?ve enough to believe that it will be smooth skies from here on out. The only thing I can do is swear I’ll weather any storm as long as you’re on the other side, waiting for me.”
His breath hitched and he melted on top of me. His naturally hard planes softened until we were flush.
“Jesus, Evan.”
“This—tonight—is the moment where you cease to exist and we truly begin. Tell me you trust me.” With his body still limp, I made a quick move to flip us over, but I didn’t land on top of him. Immediately shifting directions, I moved off the bed, his startled eyes tracking me. I stood to my full height and stared down at him. “Say it.”
His chest was rising and falling at an increased speed, but there wasn’t an ounce of nerves or hesitation in his voice. “I trust you, Evan.”
My world as I knew it flipped upside down with only one sentence, but for once, my heart and my soul remained firmly anchored in place—past, present, and forever.
My knees hit the floor in record speed, and I began tugging at the button on his slacks.
He didn’t delay in sitting up to join me in my frenzy.
His hands went to the top of my shirt, tearing at it until the material gave way and buttons flew across the room. Then my undershirt was peeled over my head and his open mouth landed on my shoulder while I fought with his pants.
Soon enough, we were both naked and his mouth kissed its way to mine as I knelt on the ground at his feet, one hand working his length from base to tip.
Holding his eyes, I made my intentions clear as I slowly leaned down.
His pupils dilated and his lips parted as he watched my decent with rapt attention.
“Hey, Henry,” I said and then laved the head of his cock, the taste of his arousal exploding on my tongue.
“Hmm,” he hummed down at me, gripping the side of the bed for dear life.
I licked my lips and winked. “You can consider this your spiral down.” And then I gave him the final piece of me and slid him between my lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his torso falling back against the bed as his hands flew into my hair.
His sizable length bottomed out in the back of my throat before I was able take him all, so I added my hand to his base until I covered him. Then I worked his cock thoroughly, his abs rippled making for an outstanding view.
While my tongue teased his slit, I trailed my damp fingers between his legs to the tight ring, teasing and taunting his rim as his body writhed.
There was no denying I was out of practice, but if Henry noticed at all, he didn’t let on. A symphony of curse words and my name filled the air around us as I pressed a single finger into him, his hips bucking in response. My tongue circled his tip, lapping at the bead of precome that continuously formed, while his fists twisted in the covers until his knuckles turned white.