Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“I’m close,” I whispered as that first tingle of awareness flitted along my spine.
“You go first, baby. Come for me.”
Gabe braced himself on one hand and closed his fist around my throbbing cock. And I exploded. Cum shot up my chest and over his fingers. I trembled as I clung to him, burying my face in his neck while I rode out one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Gabe’s own release pulled him under a moment later. He collapsed on top of me, bucking his hips and gasping for air. I held him close until he caught his breath and nuzzled my cheek.
Gabe smiled and carefully disengaged from my body. He rolled the spent condom from his cock with a sheepish look. “I better get rid of this. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
I watched him leave the room and listened as he moved down the hall and into the adjacent bathroom. Then I sat up and looked down at the mess of sweat and cum on my chest in wonder.
We’d actually done it. He’d been inside me. I’d gone years without thinking twice about anal sex to thinking about it all the damn time and wondering how it felt to be connected to someone that way. Now I knew.
I gingerly set a finger over my entrance and—
“I brought you a towel and—fuck, that’s hot. I could watch you finger your hole all damn night,” Gabe purred in a sex-hazed voice. He swiped the mess off my stomach and then jumped onto the bed beside me.
The blush was instantaneous. “I wasn’t fingering myself.”
“Oh, sorry. Is there another term for sticking your finger in—”
I pounced on him, straddling his stomach and pulling his hands above his head. The smartass remark I had on the tip of my tongue was reduced to a whimper when he lifted his hips suggestively.
“I loved it,” I blurted.
Gabe gave me a lopsided smile as he pulled out of my grasp. Then he gathered me close before rolling sideways so we faced each other. “Me too.”
“I probably need a little recovery time, but I want to do it again.” I traced his toned abs before meeting his gaze. “And I want to fuck you too. Will you let me?”
“Yes.”
“Really? Just like that?”
“Of course.”
I pursed my lips and looked away for a moment to gather my thoughts and somehow communicate what I was feeling.
“I…you’re special,” I blurted lamely.
His tentative smile morphed into a boyish grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I readily agreed before shaking my head. “No, you’re more than special. You’re extraordinary, and I just—”
I caught myself before I blurted the “I love you” on the tip of my tongue. He’d either think it was a heat of the moment confession, or he’d freak out altogether and the last thing I wanted was to scare him away. I bit my lip and tried to think of a non-threatening way to tell him I’d do anything to be with him.
Gabe threaded his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. “You just what?” he prodded.
I gulped and leaned into his touch. “You’re my favorite person. I want good things to happen to you.”
He gave me a thoughtful stare, then caressed my cheek lovingly. “You’re mine too, Der. Want to know a secret?”
I smiled at his signature question. It had a funny way of adding intimacy to our situation since we were, by definition, a secret. “Hmm?”
“If I could have anything in the world, this is all I’d want. Me and you. The rest doesn’t matter.”
“The Olympics doesn’t matter?” I joked. I couldn’t help it. His intensity surprised me. I felt a stupid desire to lighten the mood before I pledged my undying love.
Gabe frowned. “The Olympics have nothing to do with us. Water polo has nothing to do with us. We’re our own thing, and what we have is special.”
I nodded profusely, then smothered him with kisses until he chuckled. When I tickled his sides, he flipped me on my back and pulled my arms over my head. He grinned down at me, panting as he stared into my eyes. I could have sworn I saw everything I felt for him in that look.
Maybe even love.
6
Everything changed after that night. We were closer than ever…like real boyfriends without the fanfare. We didn’t change our relationship status on social media. We didn’t tell our friends and we sure as hell weren’t ready to tell our families, but our already intense chemistry was suddenly off the charts. We were a dominant duo in the pool. I was as aware of his presence in the water as I was on dry land. I knew where to pass the ball to ensure he scored and vice versa. Our teammates and coaches didn’t question our close connection in or out of the pool. Superstition alone kept the curious at bay. No one messed with success.