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Chapter Seventeen

COLT

Cuddling is wildly underrated. Until tonight, I was guilty of putting it in the meh category. I love touching people and being close, but I would never seek it out. This, though? Nathan presses his body against mine, and all the little points where the two of us connect feel like they’re on fire. I couldn’t tell you a single plot point from this movie. I could, however, tell you the exact shape of Nathan’s hip where my fingers trace over his body.

“You know”—he cranes his neck to look me in the eye—“the downside of us not getting together as teenagers is we never got to enjoy that phase where we pretend to watch a movie while making out.”

No need to convince me any further.

I capture Nathan’s mouth with mine. He immediately opens to me, moaning and pressing his ass back against me. Fuck . I thought maybe the last time had been a fluke. An opportunity for the two of us to break through some of the pent-up tension. Kissing couldn’t be that good. Except apparently, it is with Nathan.

He pulls away, and I hear myself whimper. Yes, actually, whimper. Nathan shifts so he straddles my lap, one knee on either side of me. I grab his ass and pull him in close, his hard cock pressing up against me. I buck my hips against him as he pulls me back in for another kiss. He deepens it immediately, letting his tongue dart in and out of my mouth, rubbing against mine. His hands run through my hair, pulling me in to crush our mouths together.

When I moan, he slows a little, exploring my mouth with no rush. I’m torn between keeping up this slow exploration and flipping him over and taking every inch of his body. I can’t get enough of the way he tastes. I moan against him as he presses against me, rocking his hips tentatively. At this rate, the two of us are never going to manage to get our clothes off.

Nathan takes control, grabbing my head and pulling me in closer. My hips buck against him, my cock desperately seeking friction. Fuck, he feels so good against me. He shifts, lining our cocks up. “Fuck, Nathan.”

In answer, he presses himself against me harder. “Can I?” he asks, his fingers hovering over the button on my jeans.

“Anything. Whatever you want.”

He undoes the button and zipper on my jeans with shaky hands. At least I’m not the only one who’s desperate. When he taps my hip, I lift enough for him to slide my pants down past my hips and ass. He stands up just long enough to get his pants down. As he crawls back on my lap, he takes his cock out of his briefs and strokes it a few times. A bead of precum appears at his slit, and I lick my lips, thinking about finally getting my mouth on him. He reaches down and pulls at the waistband of my boxers, pausing for a second and locking eyes with me. I nod to him, and he reaches in and pulls my cock out.

He spits into his hand and takes both of our cocks in his fists, and sets a slow rhythm jerking the two of us off together. “Oh god.” He moans. He leans forward and captures my mouth again. This time, he’s anything but patient. He goes after me with a hunger that I’m all too happy to match.

“Fuck. You’re going to make me cum,” I say when my balls draw up tight. I’ve been trying to hold back, but he feels too good. He lets his lips wander my neck, and I tilt my head back to give him more access.

“I want to see you fall apart.”

I reach my hand down and wrap it around his, adding pressure and encouraging him to go faster. “Yes, like that.”

He hisses. His breathing quickens as he continues moaning.

I gasp as my orgasm rushes over me, and I cum over both our firsts. “Oh fuck.”

He comes a second later, his cum joining mine in the mess across our hands.

We both breathe heavily for a minute, resting our foreheads against each other and kissing between breaths.

NATHAN

We lie silently for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company. I try to memorize the way his head feels against my chest and the way his fingers trace over my abdomen. The quiet between us is comfortable, rather than the deafening awkwardness we’d been doomed to before.

After Colt moves me off his lap, he gets up, and I bite my lip to keep from whining. “I’ll be right back. Stay there.” I want to keep him here next to me forever. Holy fuck. It didn’t take long for me to get to this stage. We’ve been dating for less than two weeks, and I’ve already become clingy.

He’s only gone a minute before he returns with a towel from the kitchen and breaks me away from my spiraling thoughts. After we’re both cleaned up enough to keep from getting crusty, he lies back down next to me. I burrow in next to him, resting my head against his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

I don’t think I’d ever felt this way with someone before. Sure, the post-orgasm bliss arrives easily, but it usually wears off by the time we’re cleaned up. Cuddling is one of my favorite things, but I usually find myself too restless. That or a way to find an excuse to get them out of my bed and home. I didn’t want either of those things. I close my eyes and let myself soak it all in. Being here, with Colt, still feels like some sort of dream that I’ll eventually wake from.

“I should probably get home. I have an early morning tomorrow.” I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but I open my eyes and look up at Colt. His big blue eyes shine back at me.

I could ask him to stay. Something told me he’d probably take me up on the offer, but the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, I say, “Of course,” and watch as he puts the clothes we’d strewn across the living room floor back on. I didn’t even follow him out; I just let him walk out of the room. I listen as he pads through the house and eventually opens and closes the front door. Even after he leaves, I wait several minutes for another sound. Maybe he’ll come back claiming to have forgotten something. Or insist he spend the whole night tucked in next to me. Instead, I heard nothing but the quiet hum of electronics in the empty house.