Page 88 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

Taking his jaw in my hand, I angle his face toward mine. His breath catches, and I close the distance between us, kissing him thoroughly, knowing he’s tasting himself on my tongue. The thought is thrilling.

Breaking away, I tell him, “Turn around.”

There’s another intake of breath, and then Brad twists, kicking his pants and briefs off his foot as he spins to face the wall. I get my own pants down enough for my cock to spring free, and then I spit in my palm. Brad looks back at me as I wet my cock, a soft curse leaving his lips.

Stepping close, I press my lips to his cheek and guide my dick between his thighs. “Okay?” I check.

“Yeah,” he breathes.

“Close your legs.”

He does, stepping so his feet are pressed together, his palms flat against the wall. I interlace the fingers of our right hands together, bracing my left just below his stomach.

“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, punching my hips. He gasps, and I repeat the motion, relishing the sound he makes. “You’re good. And kind. And so fucking sexy it kills me sometimes.”

“Joey.”

“I want you all the time,” I admit, the sound of my hips slapping Brad’s ass and the feel of his thighs around my dick turning my control into a tenuous thing. “All the time. And I’ll never take more than you want to give me. But I’d takeeverythingif you let me.”

Brad’s fingers tighten against mine, and he turns his head. “Take what you need. I trust you, Joey.”

The noise I let out is pained. Brad doesn’t object when I move my arm up around his chest, pressing him into the wall as I rut against him harder. I hold him to me, my nose at the back of his neck, everything in me riding a razor’s edge as I battle not to lose myself. But there’s no stopping it. I know I’m already lost.

I clamp my teeth down on Brad’s shoulder as I come, my hips pressed to his ass, my cum coating the insides of his thighs as I jerk against him. It’s so much, and not enough—not ever enough—and I don’t know how to tell him he’s ruined me. That I’d take a lifetime of holding him in my arms while my cum dripped down his legs over ever feeling another’s touch. I don’t want them. Any of them.

It’s not logical. Toknowthat so soon. To be so utterly sure of it.

But love, well… I don’t think it’s an emotion that’s ever been ruled by logic or reason.

I don’t move. Not right away. I keep my arm around Brad’s chest in an approximation of a hug, my lips pressed to hisshoulder. Our hands are still intertwined, the sound of our breaths mingling in the otherwise quiet room.

“One… Two… Three…” I say between breaths.

Brad huffs a laugh, face still turned toward me. “Four… Five…”

“Six,” I finish, bringing my nose up to his hair, breathing in his subtle ocean scent. It’s even better than this place, and I let it settle in my lungs, infiltrate me fully.

“You, uh…you’re not letting go,” Brad says quietly.

“No,” I agree.

He hums, shifting just enough for my cock to slip from between his thighs. A curious sort of “huh” follows. “I’ve, uh, never had someone make such a mess of me before.”

“Don’t like it?”

“No, no,” he says. “It’s not that. I just feel…wet? It’s kinda hot.”

I press a kiss to the shell of his ear. “Does that mean I can come on you again?”

“On me. In me, maybe.”

I grunt.

“I mean, we’ve already talked test results,” he goes on. “We’re not fucking anyone else. It’d be kinda hot to know your cum is in my ass. Foryouto know. Formeto know you know.”

“Yeah,” I manage weakly.

“Would that… I mean, it’s not like either of us could get pregnant, so would it be a big deal? To skip the condoms?”

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