Page 48 of The Swap After Hours

“I’ve got you, baby.” He moved his hips tentatively and I felt a surge of pure pleasure. “Good?” he asked when I whimpered.

“So good! Please don’t stop!”

He moved again and my lips parted on a gasp as what felt like a current of electricity shot through my body. Like a switch flipping inside me, I was suddenly ravenous for more. My hands clutched the comforter, and I heard Donovan gasp as I began rocking my hips.

Soon, I was matching him thrust for thrust. Dirty words tumbled out of his mouth, spurring me on. Things like, “that’s it, baby, ride my dick,” and “go ahead and use me,” and “I love watching you fuck yourself on my cock.”

I felt delirious with need, sweat dripping down both of us as he curled his body around me and reached for my aching cock. I nearly wept from gratitude when his fist closed around me and quickly began to stroke me in a strong, steady rhythm.

Adjusting his angle, he began hitting my prostate with unerring accuracy. I turned my head, searching, and he took my mouth in a blistering kiss that had my balls drawing up tight. Fire tingled at the base of my spine, working its way up.

“Donovan! I…I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, Trevor.” The demand in his voice with that deep growl, was all it took to send me completely over the edge.

My body felt like it was flying, soaring through the stratosphere until I was left weightless, floating through space. I enjoyed the sensation, seeing beautiful stars flash behind my closed lids for several moments. Eventually, I floated back down to earth where I was vaguely aware that the top half of my body had collapsed onto the bed. Donovan held my hips up, however, and my body scooted up the bed with the power behind each of his thrusts.

His movements became jerky and then he stiffened behind me, shouting my name as he came. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me, taking us both down onto the mattress. My hole twitched as he slid his cock out and rolled down next to me. We were still breathing heavily as he removed the condom and tossed it in the trash then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his side.

He brushed a strand of sweaty hair off my forehead then kissed the side of my head. I turned to kiss his chin but winced when I felt a sharp sting in my ass. His eyes immediately filled with concern. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I smiled lazily. “No, you didn’t. No more than necessary anyway, but it was totally worth it.”

He reached down between my legs and rubbed a gentle finger over my abused hole, soothing the ache away. I felt my cheeks heat, somehow the gesture seeming even more intimate than all the other things we’d done.

“That was amazing. You’re amazing,” he said reverently.

I kissed his lips then sighed happily. “You are too. I never knew sex could be like that.”

“What do you mean?”

Reaching for his hand, I threaded our fingers together, staring down at them as I spoke. “I heard my parents having sex a couple of times. They barely knew I existed, so they didn’t think to try and be quiet. But it was usually after one of my dad’s rages and it always sounded angry, forceful. The next day, my mom wouldn’t even look at him.”

Donovan squeezed my fingers in sympathy. “When I got older, I dated a few girls and sex with them was okay, but for me, it was just a way to feel closer to them rather than an all-consuming desire. I never could quite understand what all the fuss was about though, and so eventually, I quit going out on dates, quit looking for that kind of intimacy in my life.”

I tilted my head back so I could look at him. “But with you, it’s different. It’s intense, and hot, but I also feel this bone-deep connection I’ve never experienced before with anyone.” I ran a hand over my face with a groan. “Ugh, I’m probably not making any sense right now. I think I lost several brain cells with that last orgasm,” I joked to hide my embarrassment.

Donovan pulled my hand away from my face, keeping hold of it as he pulled me even closer. “What you said makes perfect sense.”

“It does?”

I could see the sincerity in his eyes as he nodded. “Yes. And I feel it too. I’ve never had that with anyone before either. When I was younger, I had a few boyfriends, but those relationships never amounted to anything, mostly because I cared more about building my company than I did the guys I was with. It got even more difficult once I started making money. It was hard to know who I could trust, whether they liked me for me or for my money. That’s why I started attending swap parties. It was a way to scratch an itch without making any kind of commitment.”

“Do you not want a commitment?” I asked tentatively. I tried to keep my face blank, so he wouldn’t know how much was riding on his answer. Although, I wasn’t sure I could give him up even if the answer was no.

Donovan rolled on top of me, not caring about the sticky mess between us from landing in my own puddle. I stared up at his gorgeous face as he leaned up on his forearms. His expression was as serious as the one he wore in the boardroom. “I think I would like a commitment, if it was with the right person.”

Giddiness bubbled up and I bit the inside of my lip as I fought a grin. “Do you have anyone in mind?”

The tip of his nose brushed over mine and then his lips did the same, gently kissing the tip of my nose and then each of my eyelids, my cheeks, my chin. “I do, actually. It’s the man I’m in love with.”

I gasped, my heart soaring as my smile broke free, no longer able to contain it. “I love you too, Donovan. I love you so much it hurts.”

I could feel his smile as he kissed me, but it soon turned heated, and we used our bodies to convey things that words alone could never say.

EPILOGUE

One Year Later

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