Page 61 of Galen

He overwhelmed all my senses. Consumed me.

After grabbing the bottle of lube from my bedside drawer, I coated my fingers and teased him a little, smoothing the pad of my thumb around his entrance. He relaxed against my touch and softly moaned when I pushed a finger in knuckle-deep.

Once he was stretched enough, I licked a trail up his belly and used more lube to slick my cock. Simon grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought our lips together, whimpering against them as I slowly pushed inside his ass.

I broke away from his mouth and peered down at him as I went deeper. As his hazel eyes lifted to mine, my heart knocked around in my chest.

This feeling… it meant more than sex.

Hemeant more.

I rocked into him, slow but deep, and kissed him again. His hands slid up my arms and across the tops of my shoulders. I tore from his mouth with a low hiss when his fingers sunk into the slits in my back. A tingling warmth spread down my spine to my balls, heightening my arousal. I faltered in my rhythm before finding it again.

“I love that so much,” Simon said, dipping his fingers inside before gliding them around the edges. “The way you moan when I do this.”

I didn’t tell him, but it had made me self-conscious the first time he noticed my reaction to him touching me there. It’s not every day you could get a guy off by fingering slits in his back. Some would probably find it weird. But not Simon.

He nibbled my ear and groaned when I snapped my hips forward. I increased my pace inside him. Fucked him harder, faster, as emotions I couldn’t explain welled up inside my chest.

“Right there, Galen.” Simon tipped his head back, exposing his Adam’s apple. I nipped at it as I locked my hips in place, hitting his prostate with every quick thrust. “Oh my god. Fuck. I’m coming.”

His ass clamped down around my cock as his orgasm slammed into him. As he rode the waves of it, I kissed his neck. Warmth gathered at the base of my spine before my own pleasure took me over.

“Let me hear you,” Simon said, running the tip of his nose up the side of my neck, his fingers probing the openings in my shoulder blades.

I wouldn’t have been able to hold back my grunts even if I’d tried. I slammed into him once, twice more, and then stilled as my body spasmed, my cock pulsing inside him. He held me through my release and smiled against my throat as one final moan escaped me. When the sensitivity became too much, I pulled out of him. But instead of getting out of bed like I usually did right after sex, I rolled to my side and tugged him to my chest.

Having him right up against me, his breaths on my skin as he came down from his high? There wasn’t another feeling like it. I held him even closer.

“Uh, Galen?” Simon said, his voice a bit muffled on my collarbone. “You’re gonna break my glasses.”

“Oh.” I pulled back to see his glasses smushed against his face. I took them off and set them on the nightstand.

“Do you want me to go to my room?” he asked, his voice a little sad.

“If you do, I’ll just drag your ass right back.”

Simon snorted a laugh and settled against me. I pressed my face into his soft hair, breathing him in. We should’ve probably cleaned up first, but the late nights were getting to me, and my eyes closed of their own accord. He felt too amazing against me. I didn’t want to move.

“Hey, Galen?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

I cracked open one eye and looked down at him. “What for?”

“For watching over me.” His voice grew softer as he started to fall asleep. “And for… making me feel so special.”

I remembered the message he’d gotten from that asshole guy. The mean words that had hurt him. Was he not used to men treating him well? I had the sudden urge to track down every single one of them and tear their heads from their shoulders.

Youarespecial, I wanted to tell him. Yet, the words wouldn’t form.

The stubborn side of me vowed not to fall any harder for Simon.

But the realistic side knew it was already too late.

Chapter Twelve