Page 30 of Breaking Through the Doubt (Espen Jetties #4)

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COREY

I broke the connection of our lips and stared into his light-brown eyes. I couldn’t imagine how Leslie could think for a moment my mother dying of an overdose was his fault. She made her choices and she paid for them with her life. There was nothing he could have done to change that outcome. Like I’d told him, she would have found the money somewhere, whether it was from him or someone else.

I told him how I felt, but deep down I knew it was time to show him. We needed that physical touch to connect. Pushing myself to stand, I held a hand out to Leslie. He slipped his hand into mine and let me pull him up from the floor. Taking his lips once again, I backed him toward my bedroom door.

The ugliness of the conversation with the police still invaded my living room space, and I wanted to be as far away from it as possible. Once I stepped over the threshold, I kicked the door shut. No need to let anything in between me and Leslie.

I grabbed ahold of his waist and, breaking the connection of our lips, I spun him around until his back was to me. Using the grip I still had on his hips, I tugged him backward, let him feel how hard I was for him.

“Corey…” Leslie groaned, pushing his ass back even farther into my hips.

Our height difference didn’t matter much when I was able to press my lips against his neck. I ran my tongue along his skin, tasting the little droplets of sweat he left behind. It was musky and raw, and all Leslie.

“I love you,” I whispered against his neck, watching as a shiver raced down his spine. I couldn’t say the words enough. It had been one thing to talk about it with my dad. It was something else entirely hearing the words come from Leslie’s lips.

“I love you too.” This time a shiver wracked my body.

Leslie had grabbed a pair of sweats before coming out to the living room. I ran my finger along the seam of his pants, dipping below the fabric.

“You’re always so hard for me.”

I grazed my fingers along the tip of his cock and his hips bucked. The subtle submission every time I put my hands on him sent my body into overdrive. Gripping his chin, I turned his head to the side.

I captured his lips, sucking his tongue into my mouth. The heat from a moment ago went molten. My skin tingled. I reached back down, beneath the fabric of his pants, and cupped his balls. He grew harder as I rolled them between my fingers.

Pushing him forward on the bed, I yanked his pants down, exposing his tight, round ass to my eyes. I ran my hand down the hard globes, running my finger along his crack, until I finally found the small pucker. He was hot there. Hot and waiting.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to slide my dick deep inside you. Tell me you want that too,” I said, bending over his back and taking a small nibble of his ear.

“Yes.”

I pushed myself onto him. “I told you to use your words.”

“Corey, fuck me… please.”

Little noises left his lips the longer I ran my finger down his crack. My own dick begged me to take him, to bury itself in that warm, tight hole. I held back and removed my finger. A long groan, muffled by the bedding, left his lips.

“Don’t stop.” A raspy edge had taken control of his voice.

I thrust my hips against his ass once again. Nothing on this earth would make me want to stop. “I have no intention of stopping until you scream my name.”

Leslie thrust his hips back once more, his ass cradling my cock through the fabric of my pants. I lowered myself to the floor. His small pucker begged to be touched, tasted. I slid my finger in my mouth, then circled the rim before pushing inside.

After a few times pushing my finger in and out, I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the edges of my finger.

“Jesus,” Leslie cried, gripping the sheets into his fist.

Over and over, I taunted and teased him with my fingers and my tongue. Running it down to his taint, then back up to sink inside his tight hole. He cried out each time, hips moving faster on the bed.

When I thought he might come, I stood and looped my arms under his shoulders, pulling him up until his back met my chest.

“You’re going to come when I’m deep inside you,” I whispered in his ear.

I guided him around until he was facing me and divested him of the rest of his clothes. Naked and gorgeous standing before me, I lowered him to the bed, following behind. I stole a kiss, then got off the bed to strip and get the supplies we needed.

I climbed back on top of Leslie and popped the cap. I poured some of the cool liquid on my hand. Shutting the lid, I tossed it on the other side of the bed and reached between his legs. Everything left my head in a rush.

“Holy hell,” I breathed. “I love how tight and warm you are for me.”

“More,” he begged.

I circled his hole, even as he continued to beg. I crooked my finger. His ass bucked off the bed. He gripped the base of his cock like he was holding on for dear life.

My dick throbbed. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I reached around the bed and picked up the condom. I tore the package with my teeth and pushed the latex down my shaft.

Leslie’s eyes stayed focused on me. His eyes full of love and awe. And while I loved seeing those things, I also wanted to witness him lose control.

“Now,” he mouthed, gripping my ass and forcing me forward.

“Now, what?” I held my body with just the tip of my dick touching his hole.

“Fuck me, Corey.”

I pressed into his tight hole. If I could have, I would’ve stayed there forever.

“Too slow,” he breathed. “I need you to fuck me.”

I smiled down at him. “My pleasure.”

Without any other warning, I slammed into Leslie. He shouted out into the room. I loved that he could take my strength and power.

My balls tightened and I froze for a minute. When I felt like I had my body back under my control and the shock of the moment wore off, I pulled back and shoved my hips forward. Sex had never been like this. There was something about being with a person you were in love with.

“Harder,” he begged, taking hold of his dick, but I smacked his hand away and wrapped my own fingers around him.

“As you wish.”

I sat back on my knees and holding his legs against my shoulders, I pounded into his body harder than I’d ever done before. I jerked his cock in time with my thrusts, cum leaking from the tip. I lifted his hips slightly and thrust.

“Fuck!” Leslie screamed. White jets of fluid landed over his chest and stomach. His ass clenched around me; all my attention was centered on my own dick. Nothing could have stopped my dick from exploding in that moment.

My entire body shuddered. Pins and needles ran down my arms and legs. Black spots danced in my vision. Unable to hold my weight, I collapsed onto Leslie’s chest, his arms banding around me, holding me tight as we both panted for breath.

We lay there; our bodies still entwined. As our breathing calmed and the silence continued to settle over us, the weight of the morning’s events started to settle on my chest. I wanted to lay there with Leslie. Shut out the world. Pretend none of it existed. The only way I could do that would be to avoid talking to my father.

Dad didn’t deserve to be left in the dark for so long.

I propped my head up onto my hand and looked down at Leslie. After everything we’d been through this morning, I hated to ask this of him. I didn’t want to hurt him again. Yet, the thought of telling my father alone, watching him face a world where he lost the only woman he ever allowed himself to love, was horrible.

Honestly, I didn’t know if I had the strength to sit there alone. Leslie had been away while my dad and I weren’t speaking, and that had been its own version of hell.

He lifted his hand and caressed my cheek with his knuckles. “What are you thinking?”

“A question I’m afraid to ask you.”

His hand froze and he turned a bit more to face me. “You never have to be afraid to ask me anything.”

The back of my eyes started to burn. “I don’t know if I can face my father alone. I don’t know if I have the strength. But I promised you I’d leave you out—”

He covered my mouth with his finger. “You want moral support.”

He said it so matter-of-factly. I wrapped my fingers around his and brought his hand away from my mouth. “I meant it when I said I would leave you out. I don’t plan on telling him about the money. It wouldn’t have mattered where it had come from anyway. I just don’t know that I can sit by, trying to comfort my dad alone, when his heartache will cause my own. I don’t—”

“We’re a team. I’ll come with you, to be there for you, so you can be there for your dad.”

“Thank you.” I gave him a kiss. “I know today is your day off, but would you be okay going there now? I don’t want this hanging over my head for the entire day.”

“We can go whenever you’re ready.”

Leslie and I took showers, getting ourselves in order the best we could. When we arrived at my dad’s apartment building, Leslie took my hand and intertwined our fingers as we walked from the car.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.

“About my mother? Yeah. I made peace with her inevitable death a long time ago.”

“What about your dad?”

“Not in a million years. He’s hoped and prayed my entire life that she’d get clean and come home. This is absolutely going to crush him and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

He stopped, tugging on my hand to stop with him. “You can be there for him. That’s what he’s going to need. You be there for him. When it’s too much you say the word, and I’ll be there for you.”

I lifted our joined hands and kissed the back of his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I glanced up at the building, dread filling my veins with ice water as we reached the elevator. I could barely make myself push the button.

The trembling in my legs only got worse when we reached his floor, and I stepped out. It grew quickly enough that I wasn’t sure if I would make it down the hall. Leslie pressed his hand firmly against my back, infusing me with strength I didn’t know I had.

This was the first time I’d brought home someone to meet my dad in longer than I could remember. If only it were under better circumstances.

I lifted my hand to knock and stared at it. Leslie watched me for a bit before he lifted his own hand. He stayed there, waiting for me to give him permission to knock on the door. I nodded and his fist rap lightly on the wooden door.

“Coming,” I heard my dad call from the other side. A sharp intake of breath proceeded the door opening. “When?”

There was no preamble. No hello. Nothing.

“Today.” Dad stepped back and gestured for us to step inside.

Leslie tightened his grip on my hand, and we walked in to deliver the hardest news I ever had to give.

At least I had the love of my life there for support. We stayed with my dad, letting him tell stories about my mother. It hurt, but having Leslie there holding my hand made it more bearable. I took strength from the warm feel of his hand. And Dad took strength from finally being able to tell me the things I always put walls up against.

Knowing I had him by my side was enough to know that we’d be okay. Even in the face of all we’d have to deal with, everything was going to be all right.