Page 50 of Never Landing

Well...honestly, he mostly had, but I wasn’t going to say that. Body count discussions never went anywhere good, unless maybe it was assassins having debates with each other.

He cocked his head. “I almost wish I could read your mind.”

“You definitely do not,” I denied, then grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs.

It was still strange, seeing the house all bright and new and perfect. I understood much better why my grandmother had loved the house. Why she’d always refused to leave it and had given it to me instead of my parents, because I’d been less likely to just sell it and be done.

And boy was I grateful I hadn’t done that, despite my parents suggesting it.

“It’ll give you a great start in life, a chance to buy a car or a condo,” my mother had wheedled...

And she’d been right—it had given me a great start in life. A restart. Like wiping the slate clean, I was leaving the last fifteen years behind and starting over, just where I belonged. With Peter.

I grabbed a condom and lube, and tugged us both over to fall into the bed.

Best to put him on top this time, so to speak, but also, retain control until he got comfortable with the idea. That was easily enough done. I stripped him out of his clothes and pushed him onto his back, then stripped myself and climbed atop him.

His cock was hard already, straining against his belly, so I showed him how to roll a condom on. It occurred to me in the middle of the thing that it was silly. I hadn’t ever had unprotected sex in my life, had definitely been tested after my last time sleeping with anyone, and Peter had never had sex with anyone but me.

But that was okay. We’d have a frank discussion about sex and STIs and protection...soon. For now, we’d just use condoms and be safe.

He seemed intrigued with the condom anyway, poking at it as I grabbed the lube and slicked two of my fingers, then started to stretch myself out. That got Peter’s attention, his gaze narrowed in on first the motion, then my face, with interest.

He licked his lips. “You don’t...you don’t have to. If you don’t?—”

“I do. Not have to, want to.”

His smile at that was clear and bright, and he tugged at my thigh. “I want to see, then. I want to watch what you’re doing.”

So I turned around, straddling his hips backward, and let him watch. It was a little embarrassing, thinking about what hewas seeing, but his intake of breath wasn’t the least bit giggly or embarrassing.

“Everett,” he whispered, somehow almost . . . reverent? “Can I?”

So I let him. I handed him the lube, and with fingers almost inhumanly dexterous, he slicked up and pressed in beside my own hand. After a moment, I pulled away and braced myself, letting him do the job entirely.

Either he’d managed to watch a lot more porn on my computer than I realized, or the man was a fucking savant at...well, fucking. He twisted his fingers into me, pressing in and around and oh—fuck me. I’d never had a preference between topping and bottoming, but he could fucking change my mind, doing that.

He’d pulled himself upright as he pressed his fingers into me, and he was almost entirely behind me now, his breath ghosting over my back, and it felt like every inch of me was ten times as sensitive as usual.

Peter was the one who finally broke the silence. “Everett?”

“Yeah?” I managed to pant back.

“Can I...can I be inside you now? That’s what I want.”

“Yeah. Yes, definitely.” I’d planned to ride him, to have complete control of the thing, concerned that he’d be uncomfortable and awkward on his first try at this, but Peter was always a surprise.

He pulled himself up onto his knees behind me and slowly, gently, slid his fingers away and his cock into place. It was slow and sweet and fucking crazy-making.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Now, he did giggle. “I think that’s the idea, yeah. This is...this is okay?”

“This is perfect, Peter. You’re perfect. Fuck, I love you.”

“You only love me because my dick is bigger than the guys in those pictures online,” he shot back, but there was a smile in his voice, and then, when he bottomed out and his whole cock was pressed inside me—and fuck me, but he might be bigger than the porn cocks he’d been looking at online—both of us groaned unison.

“You’re right,” I breathed after giving myself a moment to catch my breath. “That’s definitely why I love you. Well, one of the things I love about you.”

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