Page 108 of Courageous Hearts

Reaching forward, I lace my fingers with Bo’s near their pillow. “Blue,” I say simply, not knowing how else to explain all I’m feeling.

But Bo seems to get it without words. “Yeah,” they say, squeezing my hand tight.

I start out a slow rhythm, keeping my hand in Bo’s as I roll my hips. Every drag is exquisite, their inner walls silky smooth and hot, the pressure of their ring milking my cock with each push and pull. Beneath me, Bo moans quietly, a continuous, soft litany. Their ass is high in supplication, the arch of their back like a work of art, and I drag my free hand to Bo’s ass cheek, spreading it to the side so I can see the way I’m entering their body. How my cock disappears, the length of it swallowed up time and time again as Bo’s body welcomes me in.

Fuck.

I can’t hold myself back for long. My body is wound too tight, every fiber of my being simmering hotter as Bo’s breathing ticks up below me. As they gasp and squirm. Their eyes are closed, lashes long and face rested against the pillow as if in sleep. But their mouth is parted gently, tongue darting out to wet their lips.

“Jamie,” they groan, eyes flitting open at last, the blue ensnaring me as Bo turns their head. “I want you to fuck me into this mattress. I wanna feel you. All of you. Make me yours, please.”

And damn, how am I ever supposed to say no to that?

“Whatever you want, baby,” I reply. “Anything. Everything.”

Bo’s breath leaves them in a punched-out gasp as I slam into their body, but they brace their knees against the mattress, grinding back on me and moaning into the pillow as I let go of my restraint. Our bodies slap together in an age-old rhythm, our balls meeting again and again as pleasure spirals up my sac and down the base of my dick. Tingles race across my skin, and Bo’s frantic clutching of the bed sheets only amps me higher.

“Not gonna last long,” I warn. It feels too good, the way they’re wrapped around me. The insistent tug of their body sleeved around my cock.

“Keep goin’,” Bo says. “Almost there.”

I reach down to jack Bo off, and their quick moans—those breathy, raspy little sounds I love—pepper the air. When Bo starts to tighten around me, I lean in for the finish, sinking my teeth into their neck. Bo’s groan is half-eaten by the pillow as they seize up around me, their entire body going taut as they pulse in my hand. They mumble out my name in that accent of theirs, and it’s like a hit to my veins. Intoxicating. A wondrous high.

It’s no surprise I follow them immediately.

Bo’s body milks the base of my dick as I grind my way home, pumping out my release with shallow, punched-out thrusts. It drags on and on, my own groan low and long, my vision spotting a little as my head goes light. It feels like everything in me pours into Bo. All my thoughts, feelings, emotions. Every way in which I love them, little and big.

I never had that sort of connection during sex before. My heart was never involved. But now, with Bo, it’s like every release is more than physical. It touches me somewhere deep inside. It means something.

When I go quiet and still, draping myself over Bo’s back and letting my weight press them flat to the bed as they like, Bo sighs. Reaching back, they grab my thigh.

“Don’t move,” they mumble, eyes closed again. “Don’t pull out.”

My cock twitches, apparently really liking that, and Bo huffs a tiny breath, squeezing around me as if in acknowledgement.

I press a kiss to their cheek before nestling my face into their hair. Their body rises and falls under me, a steady cadence like the rolling of waves. “Stay here?” I ask.

Bo blinks their eyes open. Or at least the one I can see. “Where else would I possibly go?”

“No,” I say with a chuckle. “I mean, stay with me. In my house. Move in with me.”

Bo closes their eyes again, their lips turning up in a little smile. “I’m pretty much already moved in.”

“Is that a yes?” I ask, grinning.

“Mhm.”

Breathing out in relief, my muscles go lax. My cock is still half-hard simply from being inside Bo, but I barely even notice it. It’s the feel of Bo crushed comfortably underneath me that makes my chest hum in satisfaction.

I wonder how many mornings we can spend just like this.

The drive over to my mom’s for our monthly family lunch doesn’t take long, but Bo’s fidgeting seems to get worse and worse the closer we get. They’re wearing a soft, baby pink blouse today, and they keep picking at the delicate opal buttons along the front. Finally, I reach over to stall the anxious movements of their hand.

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” I assure them, catching Bo’s eye before refocusing on the road. “They’re going to love you. They already do.”

“I’m nervous,” they admit, chewing their bottom lip. “The first time I officially met your family, I sat on your brother’s lap.”

“You didn’t know,” I say with a chuckle.

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