Page 138 of Better Late Than Never

“Shh, no.” I stroked a hand over the shaved back of his head. “Nothing to apologize for now. We’re on the same page again. We’re both still here. That’s all I care about.”

He pushed himself up on his arms and gazed down at me, a mix of heat and tears in his eyes. “I’m probably going to be apologizing for a long time. And… second-guessing us. Everything. It’s?—”

I lifted my head and kissed him softly. “You can second-guess anything you want. I’ll just keep reassuring you that I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Alex’s breath was hot and ragged across my lips, and then he was kissing me again, holding me close as if we were making up for lost time. Though he’d been in my life just a handful of weeks, he was a fixture in it now, and after being sure for a moment that I was losing him, having him back felt like my world was shifting back onto its axis. Everything felt right again.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my lips. “So damn much.”

“I love you too.” I cupped his cheek and let a soft kiss linger. “Every night we have to be apart at home, I miss having you next to me.” I brushed our lips together. “Sleeping alone just isn’t the same.”

“Me too.” His voice came out thick. “Didn’t realize how much I’d gotten into that.”

“I know the feeling.”

He lifted himself up again, and a sly but cautious grin spread across his lips. “I don’t suppose we can share a shower in the morning before we leave. You know, to save butano.”

The elation that rippled through me almost made me gasp. “Absolutely. Gotta save butano.”

He laughed, and then we were off and kissing again. We shifted around, and when we settled again, I was on top, straddling his narrow thighs as our hard dicks rubbed together.

This was the best. His mouth against mine. His hands sliding all over my hips, ass, and back. The sounds he made as we made out.

The first time we’d been together, I remembered thinking,Wow, if there was any doubt I was into men, those doubts are gone.

Tonight, all I could think was,There is no one on this earth I want more than I want you.

I’d never imagined it was possible to love with someone the way I loved Alex, and every time I saw that love looking back at me, it took my damn breath away. He thought he was unworthy of me? I couldn’t even explain how much it blew my mind that I was somehow worthy of all that love and desire and affection.

As we kissed and touched, everything ticked up. My heart pounded. Both of us were breathing sharper and faster, and every time one of us brushed the other’s dick, we’d both moan and shiver.

I nipped his lower lip, then pushed myself up so I could look in those stunning blue eyes. “Any chance you’re in the mood to fuck me? Because I want to ride you just like this.”

His helpless whimper had to be the sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard.

I kissed him one more time, then leaned away to get the lube.

Early on, he’d fingered me for ages before sliding in. I hadn’t needed that much—I was, after all, experienced with being penetrated—but he loved teasing me and turning me into a trembling, needy mess who was begging for his dick.

Tonight, he just did enough to make sure I was relaxed and there was enough lube. Then I was lowering myself onto him, my vision blurring as my body yielded to his thick cock.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned.

Alex whimpered softly. “That’s so hot. Jesus.” He slid a hand up my abs and chest. “Feeling you like this, and the view. So… So damn hot.”

I gazed down at him. “View’s amazing from here, too.”

He grinned, but then squeezed his eyes shut and arched, lips parted with a soundless cry. Calling this view amazing was an understatement; I could’ve stared at him all night, watching him come unraveled as I rode him. The twin ecstasy of watching him and feeling him was almost too much to take, and I wanted more; I loved the way he felt as much as I loved watching the bliss and wonder play out on his face.

Time stopped existing. We just moved together. Felt together. Breathed together. I wanted to come, but mostly I wanted to be here in this moment, consumed by this closeness and the heat in his touch.

We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere, and I will never take a second with you for granted.

After God only knew how long, Alex shakily breathed, “Holy fuck. That feels…” Squeezing his eyes shut, he gripped my hips tighter and arched under me, pushing himself deeper. “Oh myGod.” The desire—theneed—in his voice had goose bumps springing up all over my body. My need for some friction was suddenly too much to ignore, and I started pumping myself.

Alex groaned as I clenched around him, and he stared at my hand on my cock with renewed hunger. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

“Yeah?” I licked my lips. “You like that?”

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