Page 75 of The Manny

Chapter Thirteen

Jack

When I woke up around 2:00 a.m. for one moment I couldn’t remember why there was a warm body next to me. Then my memories returned and a flush of desire rushed through me. I rolled over to loop my arm around Thomas’ waist, and my erection slipped between his firm ass-cheeks. When he moaned and pushed back against me, it was game on.

Without a word, I began to rock against him, my dick sliding between his butt-cheeks. I’d have loved to just push inside him. I think he’d have gone along with it, but that was too reckless. We weren’t a committed couple, and going bareback was irresponsible at this point.

But I could fantasize about it all I wanted.

I clamped my hands on his hips and nuzzled his neck. “Someday I’m going to fuck you raw, Thomas.”

He groaned. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Do you?”

“Please,” he shivered.

I smirked. “I thought I wasn’t your type.”

“I lied.”

“Yeah, you lied. You want me inside you right now. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

It took a lot of self-control not to give him what he wanted. What we both wanted. If I was going to fuck him, I’d have to put on a condom. But I didn’t want to stop to do that. I was too fucking close. I rubbed my hand over his chest, feeling his nipples beading against my palm. He arched his back and began to stroke himself. He clamped his thighs tight, and that increased the friction on my cock.

Panting against his nape, I thrust my hips back and forth. Our little talk last night had me feeling closer than ever to him. He seemed to respect me so much, it was hard not to respond to that. I admired him too. I appreciated how easily he opened up to me. His candor made it easier for me to read him and respond. Thomas’ warmth comforted me. Puzzled me. Turned me on.

“Feels so good,” I whispered, my orgasm spiraling through my balls and dick. “I’m gonna come.”

Moaning, he held my arms tighter to his body. “Jack,” he moaned.

Two hard thrusts and I froze, every muscle constricted. My body shuddered as my dick spilled between his thighs. He cried out and convulsed, shivering while giving greedy little whimpers. I held him for the longest time, kissing his shoulder, and enjoying the feel of him in my arms. Sex with someone I cared about was a new experience for me. And I did care about Thomas.

“What a nice way to wake up,” he murmured.

“Couldn’t help myself.”

“I liked it.” He sighed. “It’s probably a good thing you woke me. I should go back to my room before Mia wakes up.”

I frowned. “Really? I thought you were going to stay.”

“I know. But I think it might be confusing for her if we seem like a couple, when we aren’t. You know?”

Why did that comment bug me? It was accurate. We weren’t a couple. In fact, we’d made a point of stressing how very casual this was. Zero strings. This was purely about the sex.

“Sure. Whatever makes you comfortable,” I said gruffly, letting go of him. I sat up and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand. I handed him a wad and got out of bed. I went into the bathroom to clean up, feeling oddly grumpy. I wasn’t sure what was eating at me, so I needed some distance from him.

I took a leak and brushed my teeth, basically stalling getting back in bed. When he knocked on the door of the bathroom, I frowned.

“Jack, can we talk?” he asked softly through the door.

“What about?”

He pushed open the door. “Are you mad?” He looked vulnerable, his expression troubled.

My heart softened just looking at him. “I’m not mad.”

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