Page 48 of Shift Change

“Chuck?”

I rolled on top of him, and our mouths met in a kiss that obliterated everything else. His body was all heat and hard muscle under me, solid and hairy in places I hadn’t experienced before, and damn if that didn’t make it all hotter. He squirmed beneath me, grinding, and his rough grunt against my lips shot straight to my balls. Our cocks brushed together, and I jerked away from his mouth.

“Jesus!” I was so loud the word bounced off the walls.

“Fuck.” He moved his hips again, and I rolled slightly to the side, giving us an angle we could work with. We locked into a rhythm, each of us thrusting against the other. His cock dragged its weight up my shaft as mine pulled down, and then we’d reverse.

The friction smoothed out—enough but not too much. Angling ourselves had put a little space between us, and he adjusted his hold, tugging my chest snugly against his. The hairs on our legs caught, rough and electric, and I trembled as if I’d been hit with live current.

I kissed him, greedy for more, and when his tongue slipped between my lips, the heat of it burned through me. A groan tore out of me, hovering somewhere between agony and ecstasy. It didn’t take long to realize it was neither; it was pure, untamed lust.

We were still thrusting our cocks together, moving faster now. I was feverish from my nape to my toes, and every time our coronas crossed each other, I shuddered. The tiny pause as each bumped over the other turned up the fire, and we grunted into each other’s mouths every time it happened.

I broke the kiss long enough to catch a breath. “Fucking fantastic.”

“Your dick’s so hard.” Our coronas bumped again, making us both curse. “Love the way it feels,” he said. “So strong.”

He thrust faster, and I tightened my hug, not wanting to part even a fraction of an inch. We were both panting too hard to kiss again, and he buried his face in my throat. I moved faster, matching his pace, and we locked into a rhythm of undulations and curses.Slip, slide, bump, curse.My balls tingled with an early warning alert. Goose bumps bloomed across my shoulders and chased down my back, and that wild, restless itch I’d always loved started behind my dick—hot, aching, and impossible to ignore.

Slip, slide, bump. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I’m close.” Nate was hoarse, and every thrust of his cock took me closer to the edge.

“Gonna come,” I whispered.

“Fuck yeah.”

Slip, slide, bump…

“Fuck!” Pleasure exploded inside me, and it felt like all my muscles locked at once. “Shit,” I choked out, firing my first shot.

“Goddammit!” He stopped thrusting as his cum squirted across my cock. We were both coming hard, straining against the other in the most incredible fit of ecstasy I’d ever had. When the shooting stopped, we slumped against each other, gasping for air.

I glanced down and was amazed by the huge amount of cum we’d shot. Our dicks and balls were covered with it. It wasn’t long until my brain restarted and rational thought returned, and as good as I felt, doubt was already creeping in. Should we have done this? Had we ruined our friendship?

At least I didn’t feel the regret I’d had as a teenager after some girl and I would fuck. Back then, I’d always wanted to get away, afraid we’d done something wrong. Tonight was different. It felt right.

Holky was quiet, and I wondered what he was thinking. Would he ever want to do this again? Would he stay with me tonight or go back to his room? If he left, would we talk first or simply wave goodbye?

While I tried to think of something to say, he turned onto his side and put a hand to my cheek. “You okay, Chuck?”

“Yes. You?”

“Mm.” He patted my cheek and slid his hand down to my chest. “Thinking about how good you look after you come, and how much I enjoyed what we did. This may be confusing, but I know all I need to for now.”

My heart thudded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I needed to hear what he was about to say, but I was terrified it might wreck me. “What’s that?”

“You’re amazing. My personal life’s sucked for so long I stopped believing anything else was possible. But things have changed.” He smiled faintly and started playing with one of my nipples. “Now you’ve got me thinking maybe it could all be okay. I don’t have the right words for what this is, and I’m not ready to slap a label on anything, but I’d really like to keep… us.”

My brain was spinning, but if I understood him correctly, he wasn’t running away. It actually sounded like he was trying to stay.

“You mean sex?” I asked.

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.” His voice dropped. “But more than that too. I don’t want to feel alone anymore. I want to be here for each other. Is that something you’d want? It would make me so happy.”

Fuck.After what he’d said, I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. “Being with you feels right. Downstairs, I remembered you were going to back away. I didn’t mean to kiss you, but my body took over. I wanted you—wantyou. And as for labeling shit, fuck that. We’d be the blind leading the blind because neither of us has a clue about what’s going on.”

“We know we like each other, and the sex is… shit, it’smomentous.”

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