“You look so fucking hot,” he uttered, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Christ, I could come.”
I looked down at my cock, hard and dripping precum, untouched. “Believe me, I could come, too.”
The moment I said it I saw a flash of desire in his eyes. He reached a hand to my cock and started to pump it in rhythm with his thrusts.
“I want to feel you come while my cock is inside you,” he said, like he’d just realized that was a thing that could happen. “Oh my God, I want that so badly.”
“You’re gonna have it,” I gasped. “Like, very soon—”
“I need this all the fucking time,” he uttered. It was like he was no longer in control of what he was saying.
His breath was ragged, and his words were tumbling out of him, like he couldn’t think at all.
I loved this version of him. I loved every version of him, but this was fucking exquisite.
“You can have me whenever you want me,” I said. “I’m yours, Mitch. I’m fucking yours.”
Saying those words snapped something in me that had been the last thing holding me back. It was too true—I was his, completely, and as he stroked me inside and out, I knew there was no going back. Heat pooled at the base of my cock and I let go, coming in his hand, making a total mess on my stomach.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His body tensed up and his thrusts got more intense as he came, pushing deep inside me. “Oh my God,” he gasped, his body collapsing down over mine. His skin was burning hot. My fingers gripped against the skin of his shoulders, pulling him in close to me, like I was holding on for dear life.
I loved him so fucking much. And I hadn’t come so hard in years.
Unfair. Totally fucking unfair. If Mitch already felt this good on his first time, I couldn’t imagine what he could do after a little practice.
“Hey, Mitch?” I said, still catching my breath.
He hummed in response.
“You know what we just did, right?”
His gaze floated my way. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what we did. It was the hottest thing I’ve probably ever done.”
I squeezed his arm. “We just fucked in Old Man Jones’s house.”
“Oh, God,” Mitch said, covering his face with his palms. He groaned. “Do you have to put it that way?”
A laugh bubbled up inside me. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. Can you imagine telling our younger selves that this would happen one day?”
Mitch’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “I definitely cannot. I think if you told young Mitch that, he would combust.”
I pulled in a breath, turning over in bed so I was lying on my side, facing him. “You think so?” I asked.
“Yes. Young me was not planning on doing any fucking in Old Man Jones’s house, Evan.”
“No, no,” I said, giving him a little shove. “I mean… would young Mitch be so surprised to hear that he would be with me one day?”
“Oh,” Mitch said. He went silent for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know how I would have felt about that.”
I ran my fingertips along the faint, soft hair on his forearm. “Like… don’t know good, or don’t know bad?”
He shook his head. “It’s just wild,” he said. “That’s all. I was so afraid of everything back then. I probably would have been afraid.”
I swallowed. I had been hoping he wouldn’t say something like that.
“But also, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if… everything had been different,” he said. “If I didn’t get Jess pregnant at prom, I don’t even know if we would have been together for very long. And I don’t think I would have necessarily been opposed to experimenting more with you.”
There was that word again. Experimenting. My stomach twisted a little every time I heard it now, even when I was just teaching about some experiment in class.
“And if I’d done all of this earlier…”
He trailed off, not finishing his sentence. The sound of a car passing by on the street outside came faintly through the window, and after that, all I could focus on were the sounds of some bird hooting far off.
I was sure he must have fallen asleep a couple of minutes later when I finally dared to look up at him again. But his eyes fluttered open and he reached out, pulling me closer.
“We can’t sleep like this,” he murmured. “Zachie’s getting up ‘early’ tomorrow for the shelter.”
“I know,” I said. “I know we can’t.”
“But I also can’t let you go right now,” he said.
My fucking heart. If Mitch’s cock wasn’t going to be the thing that killed me, his words would.
“Unfair,” I said softly.
“What’s unfair?” he protested, only holding me closer. He positioned my body so that I was the little spoon, and I snuggled up against him, our bodies locking together perfectly.