Page 98 of Surviving Love

A lump rose in my throat. “Same.”

His smile was gentle. “And I’m sorry if I was a bastard to you during the game. But you held your own. You didn’t back down to me.”

“You helped me play the game harder.”

He nodded and stroked himself. “Speaking of harder…”

I laughed and smoothed my hands up his chest, circling one flat brown nipple. He wiggled, as if it tickled. I grinned and did it again, and he grabbed my hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed my fingers.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered.

“About that.” I sat up and grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand. Then I lay down again and held them out to him.

He took them, a salacious gleam in his eyes. He climbed on top of me and kissed me. Our bare dicks rubbed together as he flexed his hips, and I wound my legs around him.

“It’s nice to not have to worry about Harold walking up and discovering us,” I said, smiling.

“Yeah.” He kissed me again, slipping his hand between my thighs and caressing my hole with his lubed fingers. After a long, deep kiss, he said, “We can be as loud as we want too.”

I shivered. “I loved that time in the ocean.”

“I wanted to fuck you so bad that day.” He took my mouth in a rough kiss, and I moaned into his mouth. When he lifted his head, he said, “I was so tempted to just go all the way that time.”

“Yeah?” I whispered, excitement buzzing through me. “I probably would have let you.”

He blew out a lusty breath. “You’d have let me just slide inside you bare?”

My heart was pounding as I said, “Maybe. Probably.”

“Fuck, Mason. Don’t tempt me.” He tore open the condom with his teeth and put it on right away. He gave a sheepish laugh. “I need to be careful. I’m too fucking turned on. Might do something dumb.”

I tugged at his hips, spreading my thighs. “Good.”

“One of these days, yeah.” He lubed his length, and mine, then settled between my legs. “It’s just a matter of time before I come inside you.”

“Can’t wait,” I moaned, wiggling against him. “Wanna feel that so bad.”

Sweat glistened on his forehead, and I could feel him trying to control himself. “Soon. Very soon.”

“Why not now?” I whimpered.

His expression was serious. “Because I care about you too much to risk harming you in any way. Once we know it’s safe, nothing will stop me.”

“Always looking out for me.”

“Can’t help it.” He kissed me and then said, “I don’t take love lightly.”

“Me neither.” I touched his cheek.

A slow smile spread over his handsome face. “Better not.” He lowered his weight onto me, and the tip of his dick pressed against my hole. My breathing picked up as I waited for him to enter me. It had been a while since I’d had full-on sex, and while I was excited, I was nervous too.

Maybe he read that in my expression because he slowed down and kissed me, gently but deep. My excitement ramped as he worked my mouth with his skilled tongue. I put my arms around his waist, arching my back.

“You good?” he asked softly, his eyes warm and searching.

“Yeah, fuck me, Jack. Fuck me,please.”

He kissed me again and slowly pushed inside me. The unhurried, delicious glide of his cock entering me made me moan shamelessly. He held my thighs wide, which allowed him to sink in deeper. I groaned at his sweet invasion, and when he began to roll his hips, the pleasure was almost too intense. At first, it was hard to breathe because it felt so fucking good, but gradually, I began to meet his thrusts eagerly.