Page 25 of This Time Around

“Give me all your crazy, Andy. I can take it. I want it.” And I did too.

Andy placed one hand between my shoulder blades, holding my head and torso against the mattress while his other held his cock steady as he penetrated me—too slowly.

“That’s all you got, Slugger? Where’s the passion from the alley when you couldn’t sink to your balls fast enough. Fuck. Me. Hard.”

The hand between my shoulders slid up to fist my hair the same time he snapped his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside me. “Like that?”

“Not bad,” I replied, goading him.

Andy leaned forward and bit the tender spot where my neck curved into my shoulder. “Going to tell me you’ve had better?”

“Even I’m not that big of an asshole,” I replied. “Besides, it would be a lie if I did.”

Andy bracketed my body with his much bigger one and began to fuck me in earnest. “Nobody will ever make you feel like I do, Milo.” I loved the sound of our balls slapping together and the groans my greedy, tight ass ripped from his chest. “All mine. Say it, Milo.”

“All mine,” I repeated, incapable of independent thought when all my attention was focused on the glorious orgasm building.

“Yes, I am yours, Milo. Who do you belong to?”

“Andy!” I yelled as I came again for the third time that night.

“That’s right, baby.”

Andy rode me harder and faster, then his body stiffened, and he inhaled sharply before he spilled inside the condom. Instead of falling on top of me, Andy rolled over and lay beside me on his back. He threw his arm up to cover his eyes while his chest billowed up and down. His body was covered with a sheen of sweat, and his wet hair stuck to his forehead. He reminded me of a horse that had been ridden hard and put away wet.

He was still for so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep, and I was content to lie there and watch him. After all, I’d fallen asleep on him earlier.

“I supposed now would be an appropriate time to explain to you where I’ve been going every Wednesday night,” Andy said in a soft, hesitant voice. He almost sounded afraid, and that wasn’t the Andy I knew.

“Probably, you should’ve told me before we had sex again,” I teased.

Andy moved his arm enough so that he could see me with one eye. “It’s nothing sinister, Milo. I’m not living a double life.”

“You’re not spying for your country every Wednesday between the hours of six and eleven?”

Andy snorted. “Definitely not.”

“You’re not seeing anyone else?”

Andy moved his arm off his face. “Milo, do you really think I would’ve brought you here and fucked you if I was involved with someone else?”

“Technically, I fucked you first,” I reminded him. “The answer isn’t a simple yes or no, Andy. The guy I used to know would never do something like that, but I don’t feel like I know you anymore. You’re so secretive. If you’re not seeing someone else, then where are you going, and why can’t you tell me about it? You act like it’s something you’re ashamed of. Are you?”

“Ashamed?” he asked then thought it over for a second. “No, I’m not ashamed, but I do worry you’ll think less of me when I tell you.”

I cupped his head in my hands and kissed his forehead like he’d always done for me. Then I kissed the space between his eyes and the tip of his nose before I pressed my lips against his. When I pulled back, I offered the sweetest smile I could muster. “You’ll tell me whenever you’re ready. I will listen without judgment. Things will be different this time around. Some smart, handsome man told me that a while back, but I wasn’t ready to listen to him.”

“And now?”

“I’m ready.”

The beautiful smile that spread across Andy’s face was breathtaking. He was right; things would be different. They would be better, we would be stronger, and we’d appreciate things more than we ever could when we were sixteen and eighteen.

My stomach rumbled and growled, reminding me how much time had passed since lunch. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know, but let’s eat first.”

“I could eat too,” Milo admitted. “That turkey club panini sounds delish.”

When we went downstairs, I had every intention of waiting until the sandwiches were done before I started talking, but the gates opened up and words started tumbling out. Maybe because it was easier when I had something to keep my hands and eyes busy so I could avoid the disappointment I was certain to see in Milo’s expression.