Page 21 of Hitched at Randy’s (Diner Days)

Twenty-One

Cam

M y lips are on Evan’s before the door closes behind us. His arms circle around my neck, pulling me in to kiss me deeper. He tastes like champagne and, still, just like him. The sweet musk of his cologne wafts over me in the close proximity. “Bedroom,” I mutter between kisses. I need to keep my head straight for just a little longer or we’ll end up doing something here pressed against the wall. As fun as that sounds, I have different plans for tonight.

Evan pulls back, his hands going for the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. With the teasing way he looks me over, I’m tempted to pin him to the wall and say fuck it. My T-dick throbs, hardening at the thought, but I bite my lip. Evan tosses his shirt in my direction as he turns around and heads for the bedroom. I’m hot on his heels, stripping off my shirt in the process. He’s got the nightstand drawer open as I step inside. “I want you to fuck me,” he says, his hand gripping my dildo as he pulls it out of the drawer.

Looks like we had the same idea.

I take a step closer, wrapping my hand around his as I reach into the drawer with my other. “Strip and get on the bed.” I find the bullet vibe, sliding it into the base of the dildo. Evan’s already kicking off his boxers, giving me a clear view of his ass as he climbs on the bed. It takes me a few more minutes to get the harness situated and everything in place. The hum of the vibe against my T-dick sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. Evan is on all fours on the bed, and as tempting as that position is, a quick, hard fuck is going to have to wait for another night. I want to look into his eyes as we do this. I slap my hand against the cheek of his ass. “Flip over.”

He turns around, and our eyes meet. Even with the lust, I can see something deeper. His words from earlier echo in my head. I want to tell him I love him too, but I stay quiet, afraid I’ll ruin the moment. My hands fumble with the bottle of lube, popping open the cap. Evan sighs when a lubed-up finger brushes against his hole. With the slightest push, he bears down, letting me easily inside. “Keep going,” he urges me. “I can’t wait to feel you in me.”

One finger turns into two, and I’m working them into him, judging by his sighs and moans when to add a third. Evan takes it all, bucking his hips back to meet my thrusts, like he’s desperate for more. “You ready for more?” I ask.

“Mmm, yes. Want you in me, Cam. Fuck me, please. Need you in me, baby.” He grinds his hips back, fucking himself on my fingers.

I pull my fingers out, fumbling with the lube to coat the dildo, before I grab it at the base and line up. Evan’s body opens easily, taking the length and for a moment, I have the thought. The one where I wish it was my body thrusting into him. Feeling him wrapped around my dick. I can’t feel the way his tight heat swallows in the dildo, but it doesn’t stop me from imagining it. The grind of the vibe against my T-dick as I bottom out is a far cry from the real thing, but it still feels good. I pause, giving both of us a chance to catch our breath.

Evan’s hand goes to my chest, his thumb flicking my nipple. I shift my hips, making a shallow thrust into his body. Then his lips are on mine. We alternate between making out and quick pecks. Evan’s hands go to my hips when my thrusts stay shallow. Without a warning, he wraps his legs around me and flips us over. I find myself on my back with him straddling me. He eagerly takes what he wants, riding the silicone cock. I wrap my hand around Evan’s dick, pulling on it in time with his movements.

Each time his ass meets my hips, the vibe rocks against my T-dick. I’m getting closer to my orgasm, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait to get him off first. Evan slams his hips down, grinding on the dildo, and his cock twitches in my grip. With another stroke, I don’t have to worry. Warm cum seeps through my fingers as I work him through his orgasm. My hips jerk, fucking up into him as I crest the edge of my release, the vibe hitting all the right spots to get me off.

“Damn,” Evan says with a sigh as he slumps into my chest.

I press a kiss to his hair; the words escaping my lips. “I love you.” Luckily it comes out as barely a whisper, but Evan lifts his head to meet my eyes.

“You’re not just saying that because we just had sex, are you?” he asks with a grin.

“No.” I shift my hips, and Evan rolls over onto the bed next to me. I take the opportunity to remove the strap harness, dropping it off the side of the bed for now. I cuddle into Evan, looking into his eyes as I say it louder. “I love you. Not because that was great, but it’s something I wanted to say earlier today. It just didn’t seem right to interrupt you to say it in front of everyone. I’ve been thinking about how to say it for a while now. I don’t want you to get your own apartment. I don’t want to get divorced.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah,” I press a quick kiss to Evan’s lips, but he doesn’t let me pull away so quickly. He holds me there, deepening the kiss.

“I love you, too. And I want to stay married, but maybe we can find a bigger place together? Your place is great, but I think we need something we can share.”

My phone chimes from somewhere on the floor, but I’m in no hurry to grab it. “That sounds great, but right now I’m thinking shower. Wanna join me?” I ask.

He swipes a finger through the mess on his belly and laughs. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

I follow his lead to the bathroom. Evan presses a quick kiss to my lips before he starts the water. It’s only after the water is running over both of us, that I stop to think about how comfortable I’ve become around Evan. I’ve been too self conscious in the past, even after having top surgery, but with Evan I didn’t even think about it.

The feel of my loofah against my skin knocks me out of my thoughts as I look at Evan, grinning as he washes my chest. “You okay? You looked like you were somewhere else.”

“Just thinking,” I answer.

“I saw you talking to Ash earlier. Is everything okay there?” he asks, and I bite my lip, thinking back to earlier.

She was pushing for more information, wondering why we were suddenly on board for having the reception and telling everyone about our relationship. “I think she’s on to us,” I tell him. “She knows there’s more going on between us.”

Evan shrugs, not pausing from washing my body. “Not really a big deal now. We don’t plan on getting divorced, so it doesn’t really matter if she realizes we’re really together.”

“Do you regret it? Getting married in Vegas, I mean. I just think it would have been nice to get married for real.”

“We did get married for real, and no, I don’t regret it. It might not have been planned out, but we probably wouldn’t have taken the chance on each other if we hadn’t.”

I relax into Evan’s body, letting him wash me in silence. Part of me agrees with him, but part of me also feels cheated. We didn’t have a big wedding with his family there or my friends. We weren’t wearing nice clothes, even, but I guess Evan is right about one thing. If we hadn’t gotten drunk-married, we probably wouldn’t be together right now.

After drying off and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers, I remember my phone chiming earlier. I grab it and laugh as I read over the message. “What is it?” Evan asks, and I show him.

Ash

Come on, I know there’s something going on between you two.

“You can tell her we’re really together,” he says.

“I know,” I say as I type out a response. “But this is more fun.”

Ash

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Evan laughs and heads for the kitchen. He reappears with a glass of wine in each hand. “You want to watch a movie or something?”

He hands me a glass, and I find myself curled into his side and focused on the TV. Neither of us bothered to put on more than our underwear, and it feels nice to have my skin pressed against his as he holds me. I can’t help thinking I could get used to this.