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Page 59 of Gym Bros (Bay Area Bros #2)

I’m happy to. It’s a lot warmer now than it was a minute ago.

He takes the two shirts I just peeled off out of my hands and tosses them aside. Then he runs a hand up my crotch, finding the outline of my growing erection and caressing it. “These too?”

There were two ways I saw this going if we took each other back. A feeding frenzy where we were ripping at each other’s clothes and didn’t make it off the couch—or this. A deliberate, step by step test of my limits. I refuse to fuck this up.

I unfasten the pants and slide them, along with my boxer briefs, past my thighs before stepping out of them and kicking them in the direction of my shirts. His gaze moves from my legs to my cock, up my abs and then across my chest, which is where he places the palms of his hands.

“Your body is insane,” he whispers.

“Flexible, too.”

He smiles and glances up at my face. “Yeah.” His hand drifts down until his long fingers encircle my cock. It’s ready to go again and responds eagerly to his touch. “So, I want this. Is that okay?”

“It’s yours,” I tell him with zero reservations. “But can we get you out of these clothes first?”

He gets naked with my help. He’s slightly paler, but that’s not a surprise.

There’s been almost no sun for weeks. His skin is like polished ivory, only a hint of the usual tan line at his hip.

I take his strong, delicate body in my arms and finally give him a full kiss.

He sinks in, allowing me to explore the soft inside of his mouth.

Sitting back on the bed, I bring him with me.

He kneels between my spread legs and moans quietly into my mouth.

Desire and adrenaline muddle my brain chemistry as my hands move all over his silky skin in a desperate attempt to repossess him.

The kiss is deep and slow, but it’s not gentle.

It feels like part of the atonement process—something we both owe each other for not trusting in us enough.

“I need more room,” he says.

I give it to him, moving to the middle of the bed. As he crawls to get to me, I’m on my knees, reaching for him, but he puts his hands on my thighs, and I sit back on my heels as he lowers his head to lick the crown of my cock.

“ Oh …” I breathe, doing my best to settle into this position. His back stretches out, lifting his ass high. His hair falls forward, tickling my inner thighs and the sensitive skin above my dick as he wraps his mouth around it and sinks down.

I brace myself with one hand on the mattress and the other stroking the long line of his spine. His hot, wet mouth slides up and down my shaft as his tongue applies suction. The slight twisting motion of his head feels surreal and good . Too good.

I dig my nails into his skin. “Calyx…fuck…”

“Mmmm…”

“That’s perfect, angel.” I swallow hard when I say it, the word nearly choked.

Hearing it makes him slow to a stop, and he raises his face, red lips and everything, and looks up at me.

I take him by the jaw and kiss him hard. Harder than before. I drag his body close to mine, but his hand is on my cock now, stroking it. As our mouths move together, I slide my hand down his back again, over the curve of his ass, finding his hole and pressing a finger against it.

He lets out one of those whimpers that sounds like a plea for more. “I want you back,” he manages to whisper. “Take me back.”

“You’re mine, baby. End of story.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much,” I say, unable to wait any longer. I want his body. His love. I want inside him. I want all of him. “Lie down.”

He sits first, and I nod toward the expanse of mattress behind him. “On your back.”

While he complies, I grab the lube from his nightstand and give myself a little before priming his hole with just enough.

His legs are spread wide with his hips tilted up, offering me access.

He moans, and his eyes shutter closed when I slip two fingers inside him and swirl them gently just beyond his rim.

Done getting him wet, I lift his legs by the back of his thighs and move closer to him.

He reaches for his ankles, but before he can get far, I have hold of his calves, putting his feet together.

I bite one of his pretty toes, and he reacts like I just shocked him with a taser, his entire body vibrating. My body has his completely figured out because with a slight shuffle of my knees closer, the head of my cock is notched at his hole. With one hip thrust, I’m halfway in.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

His feet, like the rest of him, are smooth and sweet.

I kiss his arches and nip at the pads beneath his toes as I give him short nudges of my cock.

I’ll toss his legs aside in a minute, bend over him, fuck him for real, ravaging his mouth while I do it, but at the moment, I can’t seem to stop myself from sucking his toes.

“Samuel! Jesus! ”

“You like that?”

“ Yes —I mean—maybe.”

Every inch of him is worth worshiping, but the way he’s squirming from this means it’s going into the rotation, because I love everything about it.

There’s probably very few men alive who have feet this pretty and well taken care of.

His cock pulses precum onto his lower abs as I take my new foot fetish to the next level, kissing and sucking and rubbing them all over my face.

He covers his own face with his hands as he whines and groans. I grin because this is as fun as tickling him. Sexier, too. He hates that he loves it.

Fuck, I need to be closer, though.

I plant one last kiss on the arch of his right foot, then put his calves on my shoulders and lower myself over him, my cock sinking balls deep inside. His back comes off the bed as he cries out.

I take his mouth once the sound fills the room, and his answering grunt is beyond satisfying.

From there, I fuck him. Deep and slow, kissing him through it, massaging my cock inside his clenching body.

I hold his head in my hands and rub my tongue against his repeatedly, this kiss lighting me up as much as being inside him does.

His hands are on my ass, feeling every squeeze of my glutes as I drive into him.

His sounds get deeper, his movements more restless.

He’s close. We haven’t done it this way nearly enough.

In all honesty, his version of slutty is sticking out his ass, not spreading his legs, and I’m a sucker for whatever gets me inside him quickest, but this is exactly what I need tonight.

There’s always a time and place for fun or even athletic sex but making love to him like this needs to happen a lot more often. I’m thinking once a day, minimum.

His cry is strangled by my mouth as his body bucks beneath me. He shoots a load big enough for me to feel on my stomach as I pump into him harder, ready for that same explosion, that indescribable release.

He delivers it by doing something he’s never done before.

His fingers move into my crack, find my hole, and he slips one in.

The sensation is so unreal—so alien and extra, my orgasm bursts with very little warning.

I clench my ass and bury myself deep, holding that finger right where it is as I come so hard, I cough against his shoulder.

But the noise that comes out after that as my cock continues to pulse load after load inside him is a pure, feral growl.

He kisses my jaw and withdraws his hand, leaving me shaky and gasping.

“Was that my prostate?” I ask.

He laughs. “Not even close. I love you so much, Samuel.”

“No?” I ask in disbelief because I’ve never come like that .

“I know what I’m getting you for Christmas,” he says, legs curling around my back as he holds me close, still inside him.

“Now I’m scared.”

“Don’t be scared. We’ll be in Hawaii, remember?”

“Yes.” I smile, settling my face beside his. “Yes, we will.”

“Rachel and Priya might come.”

“Oh yeah?”

“They’ll have a separate room, obviously.”

“Bungalow. I want a whole bungalow to ourselves with a private pool on the balcony.”

“Any other requests?”

“Ocean view. Full pig roast luau. Lots of skimpy swimsuits for you.”

“You, too,” he says. “I want to see all that thigh all the time.”

I tighten my arms around him and give him another slow, deep thrust that makes him purr.

“You’re the sexiest goddamn thing ever,” he says .

“So are you, angel kitten. Don’t be in London too long okay?”

“I can put it off?—”

I shake my head. “We both have lives. I do like you better here, but you know what else I’ve never had?”

“What?” he asks, his dark eyes finding mine, a line of concern between them.

“FaceTime sex.”

A slow smile spreads on his face. “Oh…you’re missing out. You’ll be so good at it. All those filthy thoughts and your dirty mouth.”

I grin. “Won’t feel this good, though.”

“No, but it’ll be—what’s that word you always use? Fun?”

“Yes, baby. Fun. We’re gonna have so much fun. How’re you doing? Was this the Samuel-sized hole you were mentioning?” I give him another slick thrust. “All full?”

His laughter spills out of him, forcing me out of him, too. I flop onto my side and sling my arm around his waist. I kiss his neck. “You need to be a lot more careful with your words around me. I’m basically a child.”

He turns quickly toward me, locks a leg around my hip and kisses me hard. When he pulls away, breathless, he gives me that precious smile again. “Sorry,” he says. “You’re still so fucking cute.”

I tickle him until we’re both hard again, and then…well…I guess I can call this whole thing official.

For all the shit we’ve got left to figure out, the only thing that really matters is we make each other happy. I found the person least likely to be mine, and I made him belong to me.

Being underestimated at every turn only makes the victories that much sweeter. And I swear I’ll spend as much time as he gives me doing everything I can to make all his days as sweet and beautiful as he makes mine.

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