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Page 40 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

He slows down, but it’s too fucking late. I’m coming hard as hell. He groans when he realizes it, and the next time he looks up at me, it’s so heated and adoring, I’m not sure how much more I can melt for him.

He sucks at my tip and swallows everything I give him until I’m squeezing his head between my thighs because I can’t take anymore.

I reach for his face, and he pushes himself up to hover over me.

I arch my neck to get closer to his mouth.

He kisses me and settles his body on top of mine, again careful not to crush me.

His dick is leaking on my abs, but his kiss doesn’t feel rushed. It’s paced enough to let me breathe and deep enough to let me taste what he just had.

It’s sexy, and it’s overwhelming, and it feels like more than just a kiss. It feels like caring, and knowing, and maybe even more than that.

He pulls away to take a few breaths. His forehead rests lightly against mine. “Switch places?” he asks.

“Are your arms tired? ”

“How dare you. No.”

“Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you let me look at you?” I ask.

“Take all the time you want,” he says. “My arms are fine.”

“No, I mean…when we switch places. Can I… I mean do you mind if…”

“That’s the idea, baby. Just show me those straps for like half a second.”

I’m a blushing mess as he lets me out from under him. As he lies down where I’d been, I take a second to model my outfit like he modeled his underwear. He eyes the thin fabric straps crisscrossing my ass. “It’s hard to pick a favorite with you,” he says.

“If you ever have a request, let me know.”

“I would never,” he says. “I like to be surprised. But I do want you to keep this on, if you’re not too bothered by it.”

“No,” I say, swinging my thigh over his midsection to straddle his lap. He reaches for the lube and gets his cock ready behind me.

I run my fingers through his chest hair, digging the heels of my hands into his nipples and holding his gaze which hasn’t left my face since I hopped on.

I don’t even want to think about what my hair looks like, but I can’t help it. If he didn’t have curtains, I’d check myself in the windows over his bed, but he does, so I can’t. I bite my cheeks so I don’t ask if I look crazy.

He’s not looking at me like I look anything less than perfect, so I hang onto that.

Tossing the lube aside, he holds me by the hips and scoots us both up the bed.

I’m not sure how he does it, great core strength, I guess, but he manages to sit.

We’re almost eye to eye like this, but I have to glance up a little.

With his hand under my ass, he lifts me slightly, then lets go to position his cock .

I lick my lips when I feel his slick crown nudging my hole. My breath deepens in anticipation of the first shove. I put my arms around his neck, rise an inch on my knees and press my lips to his.

He lets out a soft sigh as he opens his mouth for me.

Our mouths move together slowly and sweetly even as he breaches my hole with his cock. There’s a low noise that always comes out of me when he enters me. A guttural sound I can’t control.

“I love being inside you, Calyx,” he whispers against my lips.

That’s about a mile away from I want to split this pussy in half . Maybe he really does want a boyfriend. God knows I want the title.

“I love it, too,” I say.

Our next kiss feels like all the words we didn’t say. We move together, syncing his thrusts with my rises and falls. It’s slow and heady. Romantic. Erotic.

It’s everything we’ve never really taken the time to do. Look at each other and kiss each other. I press my hand to his cheek and gasp when he bends his legs. It shifts the angle of his cock just enough to truly fuck me up.

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 wake up 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 .

Fucking Marcus.

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 allowed myself —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 to not .

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.”

“I didn’t,” I say. “I deliberately hid.”

His smile widens. “I figured you would. Don’t worry. Our secret is safe.”

“It’s a secret?” I ask, not knowing which emotion to pick from the morass of them pooling in my chest.

Samuel arches a brow the exact same way Marcus does. “From him? For now? Yeah. Let me at least prove the yoga is helping before I spring it on him that I’m screwing my teacher.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“By winning my fight.”

“Oh. Okay.”

He comes out of the doorway and crawls onto the bed with me, lying on his stomach alongside me. “I’m doing you a favor, too. He’ll respect you more if your boyfriend at least has a winning record.”

I snort, borderline hysterically. “I don’t really care whether he respects me or not.” Because why the fuck should he?

“I do,” Samuel says, running a hand across my chest.

I turn toward him instinctively, my hand landing on his cheek. “His opinion matters that much to you?”

Samuel blinks a few times until his forehead meets mine and he closes his eyes. “It’s not that exactly. I just…want to do this right.”

“You’re doing perfect,” I tell him. I’m the horrible one .

“It only feels like that because you weren’t nearly as hard to submit as I thought you’d be.”

Somehow, I laugh. “I’ll try to make this next round more of a challenge, then.”

“Yes, please,” he says. “Don’t let me get lazy or overconfident.”

I put my arm and leg around him before planting a kiss on his mouth. He’s magic, I swear to God. He makes everything feel better. The whole world just falls away the moment I’m in his arms. “I won’t. I promise. I’ll keep you at the top of your game. Always.”

“Mmm… You can’t say shit like that. You’ve got no idea the things it makes me want to do to you.”

Honestly, I could use the distraction. “Show me,” I say.

His hands cup my ass. “This,” he says. “On my face. Now.”

I shouldn’t do it. I should tell him everything.

I should apologize and let him know he’s rapidly becoming the sun I orbit, but I’m terrified, and I think I’m in love with him, and the risk of losing his easy smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he wants anything at all from me is too extreme. I can’t take it.

So, yes. I take a seat on his face and take everything I can from him until I’m so full I’m literally spilling out.

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