Page 20 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

NOLAN

Tavis has my hands pinned to the bed as he rides my cock. I feel as I always feel with him—completely out of control. My hips snap up to meet his harsh downward thrust all on their own, and a burst of pleasure ricochets through my body.

His big dick bounces, slapping his stomach and mine. Drops of precum dot both of our bodies.

Every single time I’m with Tavis in bed, I think I know what to expect. It’s going to be good. My orgasms are going to be intense. It’s going to be pleasure like I’ve never experienced before.

All true. But I keep thinking I’ve reached the level of good sex that can’t be outdone. I’m wrong every single time. Each time we fuck is better than the last, which seems unlikely. Impossible.

The pitch his voice takes on as my cock drives into him has my head spinning.

Big, burly hockey men shouldn’t be able to make that sound.

But it’s so damn sexy. The high grunts. The loud moans.

How wild he is on my cock. He rides me like I’m a bucking bronco, all out of control with no rhythm as he tries to hold on.

I’m the one trying to hold on, though. I’ve never experienced this kind of pleasure. The kind that sweeps through my entire body, lighting me on fire from the inside out. Even my toes tingle.

“Tavis,” I warn. I’m failing the battle to keep my orgasm in.

His body is so tight. And it remains tight. I swear, he’s not loosening up at all. It’s like plunging into a tiny fucking hole that squeezes the life out of me with every single penetration. Hot and slick and so damn good.

“Yes,” he says and sits back, dropping his weight onto my pelvis. This fucking man grinds on me as he rapidly strokes his dick, making my eyes roll as he clenches me tightly.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as my release unleashes. I shudder under him and then gasp when I feel his hot cum spill across my chest and face.

We’re coming together. It’s like finding heaven. Sharing a moment of such hot pleasure, knowing your partner is feeling the same thing.

I want it to keep going.

It ends, obviously. I’m left feeling tingles throughout my body. As if limbs have fallen asleep and are slowly coming back. That achy kind of tingle.

Tavis moves off my cock, slowly letting it fall from him. I grunt, shivering as it slaps my thigh. He removes my condom and wipes us both up before lying on top of me, his face pressed to my chest.

I love the weight of him on top of me. Such a bulky man. It’s so different from when girls lay across my chest. This feels more significant.

My fingers tangle into his hair, and for a long time, we lie quietly in the room. There aren’t many sounds except our heavy breathing.

Tavis rented a hotel room for the weekend.

I’m not sure why, but I’m not complaining.

We’re on the outskirts of the city, away from prying eyes.

Not far enough away that we can go out to eat or something, and feel comfortable that we’d not be recognized, but we don’t have to sneak around quite as much as usual.

“You’re really good at that,” I muse.

Tavis chuckles. “Thanks.”

I grin. His hair is getting longer. Unlike his three older kids, his hair doesn’t curl. They got that trait from their mother.

Maybe Tavis knows I’ve just mused about his wife, though. “I talked to Rachel,” he says.

My fingers pause as I try to figure out what that means. “Yeah?”

“Mm. We’re getting a divorce.”

My heart jumps, something I’m sure he feels. I’m not sure what to say, though. ‘ Oh, good ,’ isn’t exactly an appropriate response to someone telling you they’re getting a divorce. Except, of course, if the married man you’re sleeping with is the one telling you, I suppose.

‘ Congratulations ’ also seems wrong. But then, I’m not sure this particular case calls for sympathy. Unsure how to respond, I ask, “How do you feel about it?”

“Like a massive weight has lifted from my shoulders.”

I smile. “Then good. I’m happy for you.”

His smile is amused. He turns his face into my chest and places a kiss on my skin. I wonder if he tastes his own cum.

“It’s been a really long time coming. We talked about things we’ve ignored for more than twenty-three years. We haven’t had a conversation like that since before Orion was born. I think I finally reconnected with my childhood best friend again.”

“Funny how marriage can change something that had once been so good.”

He sighs. “I’m not sure we would have listened, but I wish someone had been there all those years ago and talked us out of it.

Which I know makes it sound like we regret our entire lives together.

We don’t, but I think the good memories we have would have always happened because our kids were at the center of them. We lost ourselves along the way.”

“Sounds like you had a good talk.”

“We did. I’ve been kicking myself for the past week because it wasn’t as daunting as I had it built up in my mind. It should have happened ages ago.”

“What’s next?”

“Filing. Telling our kids. I’m looking for a new place.”

“Yeah?”

Tavis picks up his head and crosses his arms over my chest, resting his chin on them to look at me. “I’m on a roll, so how do you feel about having a serious conversation right now?”

“If this one was light, I’m afraid to know what constitutes serious for you.”

He pinches my nipple, making me flinch and laugh.

“Yeah. Okay. Talk.”

“Me and you. Which, I hope you figured out, is the topic of the conversation.”

“I guessed.”

“How do you feel about us?”

“This is great, Tavis. I’m enjoying what we’re doing.”

He studies me. His head nods slightly. “I’m trying to decide if we’re in the same place or not.”

There goes my heart again. “What place is that?”

“Are you just interested in sex, or are you interested in considering something more?”

“Are you asking to be my boyfriend?” I ask. While I try to make the question light and teasing, my heart is fucking racing.

He smiles. “I am. But I don’t want to put any pressure on you. If that’s not what you’re in this for, that’s cool.”

“I think…” I chew the inside of my lip as I stare into his eyes. “I am, but I don’t know that I can really see a future for us.”

“Because I’m twice your age?”

“Well, now that you bring that up, yeah. There’s that.”

He laughs. “What else are you referring to?”

“Primarily Kelsey, but the rest of your family, too. I think my age is going to be a touchy subject all around, but then there’s also the fact that I dated your daughter for more than a year. You think your kids are going to be okay with that? Will Rachel?”

He doesn’t answer as he stares at me. I’m not sure he’s really looking at me as he considers my question.

Tavis pushes himself up, sliding up my body to kiss me. It’s not heated but languid and has my chest tightening. “I like us,” he says quietly. “I think my kids will come around. I don’t think Rachel will care after she gets over the initial shock.”

“You’re willing to risk your relationship with your kids for me? What if they don’t come around, Tavis?” Now is probably a good time to tell him I fucked his sons, isn’t it?

He sighs and pushes himself up. I didn’t mean for him to leave. Panic rises in me, and I begin to reach for him when I realize he’s not actually going anywhere. He reaches for a condom and slides it down his cock.

I think we’ve been working on his libido since getting together.

I lay back down and let my legs splay open for him. We’ve already fucked like four times since checking into the hotel six hours ago. I think we both have enough lube in us to run a damn engine. Still, my body arches as he works himself inside me.

My breathing instantly becomes ragged as my body burns with the stretch of making room for him. I hope that happens every time. No matter how often or how many times we have sex, I never want this burn to stop. It sizzles through me before dropping to my core, instantly stoking my orgasm.

He leans back over me, bringing his arms around me and his mouth to mine. His thrusts are slow and drawn out, deep. For a long time, we get lost in the most intimate moment we’ve shared. I think my fucking soul ties around his.

When his mouth comes off mine, it latches onto my neck, where he continues to kiss me. My whole body feels charged. As if a live wire is touching me, ready to set me on fire.

“I can see my life with you,” Tavis murmurs, making my breath catch. “Right now, when I’m so deep inside you, there’s a loud part of me that insists I’ve been waiting for you. This doesn’t just feel good, Nolan. I’ve found my home.”

“You’ve been waiting for me to be born,” I murmur.

Tavis bites me, and I jerk, laughing.

“It’s okay if you’re not in the same place. You don’t have to tell me you want to keep this going.”

“I don’t like serious conversations,” I mutter.

He laughs. “Nolan, I just spent twenty-three years married to a woman because I don’t like serious conversations. Trust me when I tell you, I understand.”

I huff. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on his cock moving in and out of me. “Yes,” I say. “I think I am there, but I also think you need to think about this more thoroughly. What if your kids can’t accept this? Are you willing to lose your kids for me?”

“That’s why you’re reluctant,” he says. “Isn’t it? You’re afraid that when my kids lose their shit and refuse to speak to me, that I’m going to end this.”

“Yeah, a little,” I admit. “Or a lot. Whatever.”

Tavis buries himself deep and then leans up on his forearms. “I’m not going to pretend that wouldn't be the most difficult thing I’ll have to face.

It will wreck me to lose my kids, but Nolan, I’ve lived my life for their happiness without giving mine any thought at all.

I really hope they’ll eventually support me. ”

“You really want me like that? We’ve barely been sleeping together for, like… six weeks? Are we at seven yet?”

“We’re just past seven. Thanks for keeping track.”

I roll my eyes.

“Yes, we’ve only just begun, but you’re not a stranger. I’m not asking someone I just met to consider building a life with me. I’ve known you for well over a year. We’ve had a lot of conversations. I think we know each other pretty well. The part that’s new is everything that comes between lovers.”

It’s difficult to concentrate on talking when my body throbs from his big cock stationary in my body. Maybe I’m also a little overwhelmed, too.

“I have a confession,” I blurt.

Tavis inclines his head.

“I’ve slept with three of your children. The legal ones.”

His eyes widen. Lips part. Speechless.

My cheeks heat. “You still want me?”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation, “Though I definitely have some questions.”

“You’re likely going to hate the answers. You’re going to think less of me. You’re going to change your mind about me. Are you sure you want to know?”

Tavis stares into my eyes for a long time. “Yes, but not right now.”

“For the record, I never cheated on anyone.”

He gives me a bemused chuckle and rests his forehead against mine. “I believe that.”

“I never lied about her cheating on me, either.”

“I believe that, too.”

“I have evidence,” I remind him.

“I believe you, Nolan. I’m under no false impressions that my daughter is an angel. I call her princess because she’s spoiled and gets away with far more than she should. And because she’s my little princess. I don’t have to agree with her actions and behavior to love her unconditionally.”

“She’s going to be so pissed,” I whisper. “I don’t think you’re ready for that level of volcanic explosion.”

“Kelsey has been full of theatrics her entire life. I expect nothing less. You want the truth, so here it is. It will definitely crush me if my sons won’t accept this.

But I know my boys, and I think they’ll come around.

Hannah… I think it’ll take her a while, but only because she’s seventeen, highly influenced by her siblings, and at that age where she has her own maturity struggles that she’s pushing through.

Yes, I’m going to be devastated if I lose my kids, but I don’t believe I will.

But Nolan, I want this. I want you. You’ve given me life and purpose and happiness in a way no one else ever has.

I love your laughter and your humor and your flexible body. ”

I huff as he grins.

“I love that during this really long, serious, maybe a little difficult conversation that I get to keep my cock inside you. I wanted you to feel the connection between us in a physical way because I’m worried that maybe you’re trying to talk yourself out of giving this a chance because it’s going to be hard. ”

“You’re right. I think I am. I’m afraid of the backlash,” I admit. “I’m afraid that you’re going to change your mind once you’re in the moment when your kids are mad at you, and I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have brought it up.

But I’m sure about us. I’m willing to risk a fight with my kids because I know that you and I are the kind of relationship I’ve wanted for so long, but circumstances kept it from me.

You don’t need to give me an answer right now.

I want you to be sure, too. Think about it. Okay?”

I nod.

Tavis kisses me and then resumes moving inside me. The rhythm hasn’t changed—still slow and languid, deep and intense. It’s strange how slow can feel far more vulnerable than fast and hard.

His words have changed the tone, though. It feels more now. I feel him more. In ways I hadn’t before. I’m afraid of being hurt again. The previous wound hasn’t truly healed, even though I’ve ignored it and know now that she’s nothing to me.

But maybe I’m even more afraid of letting this pass me by. Afraid of not taking a chance and building on this incredible feeling with the most amazing man.