Page 106 of Where There's Smoke

We’re not going anywhere.

This isn’t going away.

I’m here. I want you. I need you.

When we came up for air, Jesse whispered, “I just wish things were simpler.”

“Nothing worth doing is ever simple.” I kissed him again, lightly this time. “And I have no idea how things will play out after the election. What I do know is that we’re here, the door is locked, andpleasetell me you have condoms.”

“Plenty,” he growled and kissed me.

We slipped out of our clothes and under the covers. For the longest time, we just held on to each other, hot skin against hot skin, and made out like we had all the time in the world. Maybe the secrecy wasn’t so bad. We couldn’t sitin a restaurant and stare longingly at each other or touch like other couples could. We couldn’t steal a kiss out in public or mention our relationship to anyone else.

But this? Even if we’d shouted our relationship from the rooftops and plastered it all over the headlines,thiswas ours alone. A secret I’d gladly keep because no one in the world needed to know about it. This belonged to us and no one else.

“You said you had condoms,” I murmured. “Where?”

“Give me a sec.” He got out of bed and rifled through one of his suitcases. As he returned, an unopened box and a clear bottle in his hand, my mouth watered.

Somehow, in spite of both of us shaking and trying to kiss and barely even being able to breathe, we got the condom and lube on. I started to tell him to get on his back, but he did so on his own and took me with him. We swore between kisses as I blindly tried to guide myself to him, and finally I made myself pull back and sit up. I wanted to taste him, but damn it, I needed to be inside him first.

I held my breath as I pushed into him, and he offered no resistance. He reached back and grabbed the pillow, arching his back and swearing under his breath as I eased my cock into him. He was used to this now, taking me easily, and I didn’t worry at all that the whimper he released was one of pain.

“Oh fuck, you feel amazing,” I whispered as I watched my cock slide deeper inside him. “God…”

“So do you,” he said, his voice shaking. “Christ, Anthony, you’re…oh, Jesus…”

I leaned down so I could kiss him, and Jesse wrapped his arms around me. Skin moved across skin, and we tried to kiss but failed, so we settled on moving. And breathing. And remembering how to breathe while he moved like that, and while my cock slid in and out of him, and while my body threatened to fall to pieces if Jesse took me any deeper.

“Oh God, Jesse,” I moaned and screwed my eyes shut as I withdrew slowly. I pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in just as slowly, and I thought I whispered his name again but couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t be sure I’d breathed at all, never mind spoken.

He lifted his head off the pillow and wrapped his arms around me, and when I kissed him, we both sank to the bed. I moved faster now, and Jesse moved with me, rocking his hips just right to complement my thrusts, keeping perfect time with me even as I picked up speed.

I closed my eyes and buried my face against his neck, drawing in a long, deep breath through my nose, and the scent of his skin raised goose bumps along my arms. He dragged his hands down my back, the very edges of his nails burning lines down either side of my spine, and a shiver drove me deeper inside him.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, don’t stop…”

I sat up and fucked him faster. Arching his back and biting his lip, Jesse stroked his cock in sync with my thrusts, and I was so close,soclose, and I gritted my teeth as I fought to keep my orgasm from taking over quite yet.

“Like that?” I asked.

He just moaned and rolled his hips with mine, and then, just as I was sure I couldn’t hold back anymore, Jesse tensed, pulling in a sharp breath, and a second later, he shuddered. Semen dotted his abs, and I groaned as I threw my head back and let myself go. We both shook, both gasped, and I kept thrusting through my orgasm until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and fell forward, catching myself on my arms. Then Jesse wrapped his arms around me and drew me all the way down on top of him. Our lips grazed each other, and in spite of both of us struggling to catch our breath, we kissed lazily and gently.

I pulled out but didn’t get up. I could barely hold myself up on my arms, and I doubted my legs would be much better, so I indulged in another long-drawn-out kiss instead.

“We really should do this more often,” I slurred.

“Any chance we get,” he said, panting.

“Just say the word.”

“You won’t make me beg?”

I laughed and bent to kiss him lightly. “Well, I never said I wouldn’t make you beg.”

Jesse moistened his lips. “If I beg and pleadnow, will you do it again?” His tone was playful, but I didn’t miss the undercurrent ofsay the word and I’ll begthat sent electricity all the way up from the base of my spine. I had a feeling he’d beg and plead all night long if I made him, and that turned me on more than he could possibly imagine.

“Oh, I won’t make you beg,” I murmured. Just before I kissed him, I added, “Thistime.”

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