Page 131 of Gym Bros
He nips at my mouth and chin, taking slow seconds to rub his nose against mine. A nuzzle. So sweet.
He rubs my legs at a quicker pace, lightly scraping my skin, a tell that his restraint is working overtime. I already came, so I don’t care when he does, I just want him to eventually. I want to know romantic isn’t scaring him. I want to see if there’s a chance that intimacy like this does it for him, too. And I know sex and intimacy are different, but this feels like both. Even though we’ve barely said anything, what we said was really something.
“Baby,” he whispers with a hint of urgency.
I kiss him, clenching harder around him as we pick up our pace.
His kiss is wetter and disorganized. His hands are grasping at the straps, at my skin. A match seems to strike in my core, and it’s got me chasing something, too. Something deep and elemental.
“Just like that, baby,” he says. “Keep fucking me just like that.”
I nod, biting at his lip as my ass complies.
And then it’s like a volcano erupts inside me. Not his cock—it’s me. The locker room shower orgasm was the most intense orgasm of my life, or it was, because Jesus fucking Christ.
My head falls to his shoulder, and I feel him thrusting into me, nailing the spot all this started from until he stills and lets out a cry that splits the air.
My second orgasm is like blasts of heat rippling from a roaring furnace deep, deep inside me, and it’s unending—or at least, as long as he’s still moving, it doesn’t feel like it’s going to stop anytime soon.
It’s almost frightening. I’m certainly clutching his arms like he’ll keep me from shattering or floating away. “Oh God,” I groan. “It’s too much.”
His mouth is on my neck, slowly devouring it as his cock slows to a stop inside me. He holds me and rocks me gently side to side until I finally feel myself settle in his arms. I’m not sure how long it takes, but it’s in time to hear him say, “I’m gonna like this boyfriend business.”
I wakeup alone in the bright light of early morning. It takes me a moment to orient myself to Sam’s room, his scent mixed with mine on the linens and the open bathroom door.
I start to call his name, my mouth opens and everything, and then I hear a familiar laugh coming from the living room.
FuckingMarcus.
I close my mouth and pull the covers over my head, squeezing my eyes shut tight like I can make this go away just by hiding well enough. Obviously this is a terrible hiding place, and what’s done is done, but any second now my entire world could come to a screeching halt. I’d lose my boyfriend in less than twenty-four hours.
Sam laughs next, and the murmur of male voices manages to reach me beneath all the layers of fabric. Surely if they’re both laughing, there’s no way Marcus said anything about him and me, right?
No, he wouldn’t. Why the fuck would he do that? In fact, I could probably walk out there right now in my birthday suit, and he’d be forced to keep his mouth shut about everything, but I also don’t know whether Sam wants his dad to know he’s sleeping with a man—me specifically.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I’m not going out there. Sam will either come get me or he won’t, and either is fine. It’ll be fine. No need to panic, but holy shit, this is bad. I feel bad. Like the worst person ever bad because goddamnit, I was almost happy. Correction—I almost allowedmyself—a person who has no right to happiness—to be happy. Hopeful.
I’m falling for a man for the first time ever, but this moment is the perfect reminder tonot.
I hear the front door close and then some banging around in the kitchen. Beauty’s nails click on the tile.
My phone buzzes.
Marcus
Sorry I missed you this time.
I leave that on read, turning my phone completely off and preparing to get out of bed like all is right with the world.
As I’m tossing off the comforter, Samuel appears in the bedroom doorway dressed in a pair of lined athletic shorts. No shirt. He grins at the sight of me naked, folds his arms, and leans on the doorframe. “Where you headed?”
“Bathroom?” I squeak.
“You just missed my dad.”
