He stripped me out of my boxers and my cock sprang free, sending anticipation shooting through me like electricity.
“You’re beautiful,” Holden said, gazing at my naked body. “I missed you. Every part of you.” He bent and reverently laid a kiss on the tip of my cock. Then he dragged his tongue over my length in a long, slow lick with the wicked gleam in his eye that I loved so much.
“I won’t last ten seconds…” I warned, making fists in the sheets.
“You have what we need?”
I jerked my head at the nightstand where I’d kept a stash—unused and gathering dust—waiting for this night. Holden rummaged in the drawer and came up with a condom packet and a small bottle of lube.
I pushed myself to sitting, Holden still straddling my thighs, and took the bottle out of his hand.
“Let me.”
We kissed again, molding our mouths around each other’s as I coated my fingers, then reached between his legs to ready him for me. Holden’s head fell back at the first touch; my lips grazed his chin as he moaned.
“Yes,” he whispered. “So good…”
Good wasn’t good enough. I wanted it to be perfect. For him and for me. For us. The years were falling away, minute by minute. Every touch, every heated breath, every kiss a promise that there’d be no more cold nights in empty beds.
Holden rocked on my two fingers and gasped when I added a third. I watched the grimace of pleasure play over his face. Kissed his moans off his lips and drank them down.
Finally, he broke away breathlessly. “No more. I’m ready. Holy fuck, I’m so ready.”
I withdrew my hand while he rolled a condom over me. I used more lube and coated myself, stroking my aching cock while Holden watched.
“Now,” he breathed. “I want you inside me now.”
He pushed me back to the pillows and I positioned myself beneath him. My heart crashed in my chest as he slowly lowered himself down, his incredible tightness wrapping around me. I grit my teeth, held his forearms until he’d taken all of me.
“Ah, Christ,” Holden groaned, his neck and abs tight with the strain.
Then he breathed, the tension loosening. I bit back a groan as he began to move, slowly at first, then faster. I gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under his skin as he brought himself down on me, over and over. I rose to meet him in a steady rhythm, a thousand sensations in me, drawing my release out of me like a sucking tide.
Holden gazed down at me, watching my every reaction, drinking it up greedily, his body drawing me up, higher and higher. His cock jutted between us, dripping and swollen and neglected. I reached for him, but he shook his head.
“If you touch me, I’m going to come.”
“I want you to come,” I breathed tightly. “All over me.”
Holden moaned, both of us moving faster now. I gripped his cock and stroked him in time to our increasingly desperate rhythm. He rode me hard and I met him with fierce upward thrusts. I couldn’t get deep enough in him, couldn’t give him enough of myself.
Everything. I want to give him everything.
With a strangled grunt, Holden came on my chest and stomach. The heated release burned through me and I moved like a man possessed, gripping his hips and driving into him hard until my own release was cresting.
“Holden…” I gritted out.
“Come, baby,” he whispered, leaning over me now, our hands locked, fingers intertwined. “Come inside me. Right now…”
My body obeyed. I let go, just as I had on the beach that day. A different release of pent up pain, love, and lust that’d had nowhere to go. Until now.
I came hard, the orgasm tensing every muscle, stealing my breath. Holden took it all, slowing our movements to make it last, drawing it out until I sank deep against the pillows, boneless and heavy.
Holden moved off of me and I pulled him close, chest to chest, his release sealing us together, our hearts beating against the other, our breaths slowing together. He buried his face in the crook of my neck and we lay there for long moments, reveling in the feel of each other, touching everywhere.
Finally, Holden raised his head, hair tousled, eyes shining. “I’m about to say something extremely emotional and honest. Don’t hold it against me.”
“You can say anything to me.”
He swallowed hard. “Thank you for loving me when I didn’t.”
I cupped his cheek like I’d done in the pool one warm night long ago, when I promised pain on anyone who’d hurt him. But he’d fought his own battles and come out, bruised and scarred but still fighting.
“Thank you for giving me back to myself,” I said, tears in my own eyes. “And I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“When you left, I thought the loneliness would kill me. But I realized today at the Shack that I’d made you lonely, too. I made you lonely while we were still together, when my stupid fears and self-doubt kept us in hiding. I’m so sorry for that, Holden. You deserve to be loved out loud.”
His lips trembled and I kissed him, tasted his tears, and we fell into each other again and for the rest of the night, building a future with every kiss and touch.
The day dawned, and we woke wrapped in each other. Holden was warm in my arms and I made a new vow
