Page 98 of Worlds Collide

“Wolf?”CJ whispers with his mouth slightly open, and deep blue eyes wide.

“How are you?” I say, trying to sound casual even though my nerves feel like live wires. It feels like I could jump out of my skin at any moment.

“Is this a joke?” he demands and shoves me hard on the shoulder. I stumble back slightly and feel like I have to be missing something here.

“Are you seeing someone?” I ask the first thing that comes to mind.

“You told me one year in December, Wolf.” He completely avoids my question.

“Well yeah, one year sober.” I tell him, trying not to be annoyed, and rub my shoulder.

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” he scoffs. “I didn’t push you that hard. And I thought you were coming back in two months, damn you. Do you have a middle name?” Okay now I’m really lost.

“No,” I tell him with a frown.

“Well I’m going to give one to you for moments like these in the future.” The mention of a future makes me relax but only marginally.

“What are you even talking about?” This definitely isn’t the type of welcome I was expecting.

“You can be such an asshole, Wolf Francis Storm.”

I reel back at the name, but.. . oh who cares, he probably could’ve come up with something way worse.

“Yeah, I know,” I say slowly, because of course I know I can be an asshole. All thoughts stop as CJ launches himself at me and wraps me in his arms at the same time as our mouths meet.

Holy Aretha, at fucking last.

I don’t waste a single second walking him back into his apartment, and then he leans back, looks at me with his sexy smirk, takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom. We kiss again by his bed, and only separate our mouths briefly when we have to take off our shirts, but otherwise don’t stop the kiss that I’ve been picturing for way too fucking long.

I prep him slowly, dragging it out for both our benefits—I want to remember every second, I want to make it last,andI want to make it great for CJ. He’s waited for me, he...

The moment finally comes, and I realize that for better or for worse, I need to know because I don’t want anything between us. I lean back from trailing kisses down his torso and look into his eyes. I know I need to be open here.

It’s something I worked on a lot with Dr. Sasha, and I guess now’s the best time to prove that I really am a better man than I used to be. I crawl up his body slightly, doing my best to keep my cool while my dick is actually starting to hurt from how hard I am.

“I haven’t been with anyone but you, CJ. In years. I’m clean,” Iwhisper, then have to swallow hard to stop myself from actually asking. I don’t know if I’ll be able to move past it if?—

“I haven’t either, Wolf. Of course I haven’t. There’s only you, you infuriating man.Just get in me, please.” There’s more than a bit of a growl in his plea, and I love it.

“You’re starting to sound like me, little rich boy,” I tease to hide my relief, but then I finally shut up and kiss him again as I enter him slowly.

It’s all slow at first, because if it weren’t I’d come immediately. The heat, the perfect grip he has on me... We’re like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

I fist the sheets under CJ to keep my orgasm at bay, but thankfully, CJ yanks his head back and brings his hands up to the sides of my face. His eyes look a bit crazed as his fingers press hard against my temples and ears.

“Fast, Wolf. I need it now,” he demands, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

I let go of the need to make it perfect, because as far as I’m concerned, we have forever to create a million perfect times.

I lose myself in the sensations of driving into him. His legs wrap around me like a vice, his hands move frantically until he’s clawing at my back, and he throws his head back until the tendons in his neck show the strain he’s feeling.

“Come for me, CJ,” I say through panting breaths. “I’m about to come too.”

In an almost animalistic move, he shoves one hand between us to circle his cock, and pumps himself only a few times before I feel the sticky wetness of his come. It’s that feeling paired with the look of pleasure on his face that does me in, and I spill inside him.

I stay on top of him, completely limp, and probably making ithard for him to breathe, but I can’t move for a minute. I pant hard against his neck and feel his harsh breaths against my shoulder.

I enjoy the feel of his sweaty skin against mine, and don’t have the energy to react when he speaks, though if I could react, I’d laugh.

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