Page 52 of Breaking Through

I grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand as I pushed him backward onto the bed. His face flushed. "Wade, I love… damn, I love you."

I chuckled softly and planted myself flat on my back. "Do you like to ride? I want you to ride."

He bit his lip, and it drove me nuts like always. I slowly rolled the condom over my hard cock while Holden straddled me. I whispered, "First, you'll need this."

Covering two fingers thickly in lube, I slowly worked them up inside Holden while he rolled his head back. Almost every time we had sex, he showered attention on me. I owed him this.

With my free hand, I rolled his balls gently and then tugged. He hissed in response, and I knew I was on the right track.

I gripped his hips and gently, but firmly, pressed him downward onto my cock, letting gravity do its work. Holden pressed his open hands against my firm abs and began to slowly ride up and down.

It was a perfect way to help his body relax. He was so young and still perfectly flexible. I was in good shape, but my joints were starting to tell me about their age.

Rolling Holden over onto his back, I pushed his thighs up and back while I spread more lube on the outside of the condom. and plunged inside.

"Oh… oh… " He started to whimper slightly and closed his eyes.

"Okay?"

"Yeah… yeah." Holden reached for his cock and began stroking it while I picked up a rhythm, rocking my cock in and out.

"So amazing," I managed to choke out. "I've never been with… ah, fuck, it won't be long."

Holden opened his eyes, and I watched as he glanced at my scars.Fuck… forget about it. I willed myself to stay hard. It was the man I loved.

I wanted him to cum with me, if possible. "Close?"

He grunted. "Yeah, getting there. You… aww, fuck."

I plowed harder and deeper. "Yeah, I'm there. I'm gonna…"

I howled, and my body shuddered. I came, emptying my load into the condom, pretending it was deep inside Holden.

Seconds later, he shot hard against my abs. A half-smile appeared on my face. Holden grinned, and that broke the dam. I smiled and laughed as I collapsed onto the bed.

After, with sweat cooling on our skin, Holden traced patterns on my chest. "Talk to me. What's got you wound so tight? You seem a little… tense."

"I'm fine."

He traced a single fingertip down my cheek. "Are you?"

I couldn't hide a damn thing from him. "I can't—" My voice broke. "I can't be the reason you stay. The reason you give up—"

"Stop." He pressed his lips to my shoulder. "Nobody's giving up anything."

"Portland. The magazine. Your art deserves—"

"You." His voice was firm. "I deserve you. And you deserve me. The rest is just logistics."

His phone chimed multiple times in quick succession. Holden reached for it, reading the messages with a slight frown forming on his face. "Maria says Mom's moving beyond the kitchen and rearranging furniture. Apparently, Dad's trying to convince her we need a new coffee machine." He ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "And Grandpa's encouraging both of them, probably enjoying the chaos."

I watched him pull away, already missing his warmth. The mattress shifted as he sat up, sheets pooling around his waist. It was already dark outside, and had to grip the mattress to stop myself from pulling him back down.

"I should go." He turned to look at me, his expression soft. "You know how Mom gets when she's nervous about something.Last time she stress-organized, Grandpa's sock drawer ended up color-coded by season."

"By season?"

"Don't ask." Holden stood, gathering his scattered clothes. I watched him dress, each layer hiding the skin I'd been mapping with my lips and fingers minutes before. His movements were unhurried but purposeful as if he was trying to extend our time without actually staying.

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