Page 19 of Breaking Through the Doubt (Espen Jetties #4)

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LESLIE

It was my turn to drive Corey tonight. I picked him up at his place—him and his bag. We’d been apart more than we were together. There was no game tonight. No game tomorrow either. Yes, I had to go to the arena, but I could sleep in a little. I was taking this night for all it was worth.

Corey let me pick the restaurant. It was a charming inn with fireplaces and tables, which had been around for a while, with nicks in the tops. I was certain they held hundreds of stories. I’d been there repeatedly. It was a favorite place for me to bring my family when they visited. Corey seemed to enjoy the atmosphere and the food.

Me, well, I enjoyed the view. The way the warm glow from the fire kissed his skin. How he put his feet between mine under the table and would absently reach for my hand without much thought. It was the little touches that heated me more than the fire did.

Now we were on our way back to my place. It was the first time Corey would see it. I cleaned today and stocked the fridge. We were full from dinner, but I made sure there was plenty there in case we got hungry.

Tall trees lined the windy road on either side, the light from the moon peeking between the trees to cast its glow on the road every so often. From the street, my house couldn’t be seen. There were two stone pillars and a remote activated gate I hit the button on a remote for it to swing open. With the gate shutting behind us, I followed the solar lights that lit the driveway to the home.

Two stories with cream-colored stucco and a slate-blue roof, the house was more than I needed, although I enjoyed the space. Mature trees stood tall near the house and surrounded the property. I had a good ten acres here. With the way the houses were spaced and the trees between them, I couldn’t see my neighbors on either side.

The garage door opened, and I eased my car inside and shut it off as the door closed behind us. We were together all night but now, in here with the rest of the world closed out, it was better, more intimate.

“Thank you for dinner,” Corey said.

“You’re welcome.”

“You could have just brought me here for takeout. I’m an easy yes for tonight.”

I grinned. “I know, but I wanted to show you the place that feels a bit like home. They know me in there and don’t treat me any different than their other customers.”

He ran his hand over my cheek. “I’m glad we had dinner there.”

Leaning my head into his hand, I closed my eyes just to soak him in. When I opened them again, he was watching me with a soft smile. “Are you going to invite me in, or are we sleeping in the car? While I like it, I’m not sure it would be easy to do the kinds of things I’d like to do to you in it.”

I hummed. “What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you show me to your bedroom, and you can find out.”

I wasn’t always a smart man, but I was definitely not a foolish one when it came to Corey. I hightailed it out of the car and was rounding the hood by the time his door opened. He chuckled at my eagerness. I grabbed his bag out of the trunk so we could move inside.

The tour of the house consisted of only the rooms we had to go through to get to my bedroom on the second floor. Corey walked around once we were in it, taking the space in. Sure, it was nice with its reading area near the tall windows off to the side and the king-sized bed and furniture. There was an en suite and a walk-in closet big enough to fit a bed and then some, but none of it mattered. Not when I had Corey standing in the middle of it

He crooked his finger, drawing me closer. I didn’t stop until our socked toes touched on the plush carpet. His fingers threaded into my hair to let it out of the bun I’d pulled it back into. The strands brushed my shoulders, falling forward as I peered into his dark eyes. The lights in the room were dimmed low, allowing me to see him while also lending to the intimacy of the moment.

“Tell me what you want, Leslie. We’ve only gone so far. I want all of you, but I need you to tell me what you want.”

Licking my lips, my eyes locked on to his as I spoke. “I want… I want to ride you while you touch me. So many times, men wanted me to fuck them. I would, but it wasn’t what I needed. I want to be filled.”

“I can do that. What else?”

“Never stop touching me. I want to feel you everywhere.”

He leaned forward to press his lips to my jaw. “Whatever you want,” he murmured low.

My hands went to his hips to work under his shirt so I could feel his skin against mine. I couldn’t wait until we were both bare and nothing separated us. There were already condoms and lube on the nightstand. I knew better than to think we were just going to sleep tonight. We’d been building up to this. The image in my head of me lifting and lowering onto him got me so hard. But it was the way he kissed down my neck and pulled my shirt to the side so he could pay attention to my collarbone that got me hotter.

Gentle fingers went under my shirt to lift it from my body. Corey touched the hair on my chest as he got to my nipple to kiss and bite it, sending a jolt of pleasure to my dick.

“God, do that again,” I moaned, pulling his hips flush against mine to give me some much-needed friction.

Corey went from one nipple to the other, as he worked my jeans open and pushed them and my boxer briefs down my legs. I had to pull back to step out of them. While I was doing that, ridding myself of the remainder of my clothes, he was taking his off until there were no barriers, and I got to take in the beauty that was him. Not just the gorgeous art on his skin, but Corey as a whole. He was so damn beautiful; my eyes went over every inch of him.

Taking my hand, he brought me to the bed and lay down on his back, pulling me with him so I crawled over his body. I lowered my hips down, my dick slotting against his as my lips found Corey’s. Every part of us lined up from head to toe, although it wasn’t nearly enough. I was burning for him from the inside out.

My palm met the wood of the nightstand as I searched for the lube with my eyes closed. When I found it, I leaned away from Corey enough to pop the top and coat my fingers. My finger found my hole to begin stretching myself.

Corey propped himself up on his elbow while his other hand reached behind me so his finger could join mine. Together, we stretched me until my eyes slipped closed and a moan built in my throat. God, we’d only gotten this far, and I was ready to combust.

“I’m good,” I panted shortly after. I’d played with myself earlier to make tonight not all about prep.

Corey lay back down on the pillow and took one of the condoms to roll it down his dick. A decent dose of lube was added, then I was positioning myself over him.

“Go as slow as you want,” he whispered. “We’re in no hurry.”

I nodded, unable to say anything as his dick pressed to my hole and slowly slid inside me. My breath stuttered in my chest. The burn was there, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I’d gone with far less prep before, but it had been a while since I had someone in me. Not a toy, not my fingers, but another person. With Corey, I knew he wasn’t a warm body in a line of other men. This meant something to me. He meant something to me.

When I was able to fully rest on him, I kissed his lips and sat up. His hands immediately went to my thighs to coast over my skin, leaving chills in their wake. I sat there for a few seconds, breathing through the lust riding me.

His hands went around to my ass and my legs lifted me enough so I could rise up, his palms helping guide me. Together, I lifted and lowered again and again. The distance between us became too much though. I wanted to breathe the same air, feel every moan against my lips. I wanted to taste his tongue when he came.

Leaning over him, I braced my arm to keep most of my weight off him. “I know I said what I wanted, but it’s not enough. I need you to take over.”

“I’ve got you.”

He rolled us so I was on my back, and he was on top. My body was folded in half the best I could, so Corey got a view of my hole and his dick sliding in and out.

“So hot, Leslie. So fucking good.”

He picked up the pace, slamming his body against mine until the breath was punched from my lungs with every thrust. Our eyes locked and I knew in that moment there was no going back. I was gone for him. Probably way faster and way deeper than I should have been, however, I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered right now except the two of us.

Corey took one of my legs and hooked it onto his waist, his fingers splaying over my thigh to power into me. My hand went to my dick to jerk it in time with his thrusts.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Close.”

“Come for me. Let me feel you tense around me.”

I shot long and hard, my cum splashing my stomach and chest, a jet of it hitting my neck. I kept working myself as he went faster until his hips faltered and he leaned forward, our mouths meeting while he came.

Three words sat on the tip of my tongue, pushed forward by the emotion welling in my throat. I didn’t say them. It wasn’t the right time. When I finally told him how I felt, I didn’t want him to mistake it for words spoken during sex that weren’t meant.

“Fuck, Leslie,” he panted when he broke our kiss. His forehead rested on mine. We shared the same air, just like I wanted. He was about to slide out when I moved to hold him in place.

“Not yet.”

“Okay.” Gently, he rolled us to our sides so he could stay within me a little while longer.

We had to get up and clean ourselves off, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wanted to live in this moment longer. Soon enough there would be a rising sun, which brought me having to leave this bed and drive him home, putting space between us once more. I didn’t want to think about that. For now, I wanted to stay in his arms where I felt complete.