Page 29 of The Weight Of It All

He pushed me against the kitchen counter, and he moaned as our bodies met.

He snaked one of his arms around my back, holding me close to him, and he ran his other hand down over my hip, grinding us together.

He broke our kiss to groan at the contact, then crushed his mouth back over mine, kissing me like he owned me.

I’m pretty sure I died right there. Or saw the light of heaven. Or was transported to some ethereal plane where pleasure and ecstasy were as tangible as air.

Reed broke away, with one hand on my hip, his other hand fisted in my shirt. He was out of breath and looked a little drunk. “Jesus.”

I drifted back to earth like a feather. “Yeah.”

“Just give me a minute,” he said with a breathy laugh. “God, you do this to me.”

I gripped my own hard-on. “Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s you.”

He looked at the bulge in my jeans. “Henry,” he half growled, half laughed. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh, but I can,” I said, taking his hand, leading him out of the kitchen. “Where’s your bedroom?”

He pulled me to a stop. I looked up at him, wondering if I was moving too quickly. He put his hand to my face. “Are you sure, Henry? ”

I met his darkened gaze. “Not full-on sex. I mean I want to, like really fucking want to, but I think it’s too soon. We can take the edge off, yes?”

His nostrils flared, and he grabbed my hand and led the way.

The midday sun lit his room and a soft breeze ruffled the curtains.

His bed was king-sized, the covers were white and looked like clouds.

He walked me into his room, and when the backs of my knees hit the bedframe, he asked me again, “You sure?”

“Yes,” I answered, at the same time I ran my hand over the denim that hid his hard-on.

His eyes fluttered closed, then with a strength that surprised me, he cupped my arse and lifted me onto his waist. My legs instinctively wrapped around him, and I was taller than him like this.

I held on around his neck and he knelt on the bed and lowered me onto the mattress, settling himself between my legs.

Oh, fuck.

With both hands on his face, I brought his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He bucked his hips into mine, and I needed to get rid of the clothing between us. Not breaking our kiss, I slipped my hands between us and fumbled with his jeans button.

Reed pushed up from me, his kiss-swollen lips smiling, his eyes smouldering desire. He undid his jeans and freed his cock. He was a solid eight inches of uncut glory. I almost came right there.

“Fuck.”

“Not today.”

My breath hitched, and then he roughly popped the button on my jeans and took out my cock.

He hummed appreciatively as he wrapped his hand around me, then leant on his free hand at my shoulder.

He aligned our cocks and took them both in his huge hand and never broke eye contact as he pumped us together.

His hand, rough and calloused from lifting weights felt divine, his stare was intense and molten blue.

I reached up and cradled his face, delving my tongue into his mouth.

He rocked forward with an almighty groan, and I could feel his cock swell and surge against mine as he came.

Unable to hold back my orgasm, I quickly followed, coming onto our bellies between us.

With the shockwaves still rolling through me, Reed slid his arms underneath me and held me in a perfectly crushing embrace until my orgasm subsided.

He nudged his nose against my jaw and chuckled. “Well, that was over embarrassingly fast.”

“That was fucking hot.”

He laughed, and his warm breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

“We should get cleaned up,” he murmured.

He made no attempt at moving, except to nudge my neck with his nose, then the shell of my ear.

It was obvious by my erratic breathing that I liked it, and he chuckled.

I ran my hand through his hair and craned my neck to give him more room.

He spoke on a sigh, “Or we could stay right here.”

I took my time running my hands under his shirt, over his back, tracing lazy circles across his wide shoulders, feeling the strong planes of muscles.

It was a new thing for me, and one I found I quite liked.

I’d never been with a guy of his stature, but I loved his size, his strength.

I loved feeling wrapped up and safe, and that was new for me as well.

Reed pulled back so he could look into my eyes, and he pushed the hair off my forehead. “You okay?”

I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch his face. “I’m better than okay.”

He gave me his eye-crinkling smile before quickly pressing his lips to mine. “We really are a mess. And I think we’re actually physically stuck together.”

“If you wanted to shower first…? ”

“Is it too soon for you to join me?”

I swallowed hard. “Too soon in the day? Or too soon in whatever this is between us?”

He smirked. “The jizz between us or the relationship between us?”

I burst out laughing. Though I liked the word relationship.

Reed’s answer was to roll off me, grab my hand, and pull me from the bed.

Neither of us stopped to tuck ourselves in; he just led me to the bathroom and turned the shower water on.

He turned back to me and, with a grin, reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off.

Jesus. He was shirtless, his cock protruded half-hard, and his jeans were undone but still around his hips, and my come was smeared on his stomach. He couldn’t have looked hotter.

“You okay?” he asked.

I was staring, and there was little point to hide it. “You’re really fucking beautiful.”

He snorted and stepped out of his jeans, revealing his thick, defined thighs. “Okay, so I was wrong. I thought you couldn’t get hotter before, but hello legs .”

Now he laughed. “Your turn.”

“I don’t have clothes to get changed into.”

He looked down. “Your jeans are fine. You can just wear one of my shirts.”

And suddenly, I was nervous about being naked with him. Which was ridiculous, considering what we’d just done.

Reed smiled like he knew exactly what I was thinking. He slowly pulled my shirt over my head and turned me around so I faced the bathroom vanity, and of course, the mirror. “Look at yourself, Henry.”

I did, though my eyes were drawn straight to his refection behind me. I mean his shoulders were twice as broad as mine. He was a head taller than me. It was hard not to look at him.

“No, look at you,” he whispered. I did as he asked, and Reed studied my chest in the mirror.

I wasn’t defined like him, or tanned for that matter.

I had lost some weight, and I had toned up a little, but it was nothing compared to him.

“I like what I see, Henry,” he said, planting a kiss on the top of my shoulder.

He did seem to like what he saw. He told me he liked me for me, regardless of the body I had.

I stared at my reflection, trying to see what he did, and Reed waited until the mirror started to fog up. “Come on, I hate to waste water.”

He opened the shower door and stepped under the stream. I shook my head at how fucking absurd this day had been, finished getting undressed, and joined him.

He was already soapy, and if I thought he was hot before, then I would gladly stand corrected.

Because him being wet and soapy was a sight that literally took my breath away.

I reached up and touched a stream of bubbles that was making its way down between his pecs and onto the defined muscles of his abdominals.

Even the bubbles looked happy to be there. Not that I could blame them.

Reed took his shower gel and loofah and scrubbed the mess dried on my belly, then trailed his hands all over me.

He wasn’t shy about touching me, and I tried not to think about how out of shape I was, especially around my middle.

He certainly didn’t seem to notice, or care.

When I was sufficiently scrubbed, and given there wasn’t a great deal of room in his shower, we had to sidestep around each other for me to get under the stream of water.

After I was rinsed off, Reed tilted my head back into the spray of water and kissed me.

He pulled away with a devilish smirk and turned off the taps. He stepped out and handed me a towel before quickly drying himself. While he pulled on his jeans, he said, “So, I was thinking…”

I towelled off. “Yeah?”

“Well, I still have all the ingredients for that salad I was going to make you last night. We could do that now, if you like?” He did up his jeans and ran the towel over his hair, making it stick up in all directions.

“I’m hungry. But I’m always hungry, so if you’d rather leave it, I can just grab something else. ”

I pulled on my jeans and did them up, feeling a little less insecure not being completely naked in front of him. “Sure! Sounds great. I’m kinda hungry actually.”

He grinned and scooped up our dirty shirts. “Excellent. I’ll just go find you a clean one of these.”

I hung up both towels, and he appeared a second later with two T-shirts in his hand.

They were identical, just like the one he was wearing earlier.

A simple cotton shirt with a sports brand across the front, both the same size.

Except when he put his on, he filled it like a god, and when I put mine on, it fit me very differently.

Reed just smiled happily, like it made not one lick of difference. “Come on. I need foooooooood.”

He led the way to the kitchen, talking cheerfully as I followed.

“The best thing about this recipe is that it takes fifteen minutes.” He opened the fridge and rifled through it, handing me ingredients as he found what he needed.

“And considering I eat about six times a day, quick meals are a good thing.”

“Six times?”