Lance kissed the scars on my body, tenderly. Anytime we fucked, Lance always caressed those puckered imperfections. At first I’d been uncomfortable about it. But now I realized they really didn’t bother him, and he wanted me to know that.
He covered my body with his, and he held my gaze. “You drive me nuts.” His voice shook and he rolled his hips. “The last hour of that party, all I could think about was fucking you.”
I moaned at the heavy drag of his cock over mine. The minute he touched me, I ached for him to be inside me. I’d never been quite this insatiable before. I’d always liked sex, but he did something to me. Sometimes just a look from him had my knees weak with want. I tugged at his hips.
He chuckled. “You’re always so impatient.”
“Yeah, I am.” I sighed and rolled my hips, the friction of our dicks making me dizzy. “I was watching you at the party and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Was it my sexy sombrero?” He grinned.
“No. It was your firm ass.” I gripped his buttocks as I spoke, squeezing the tight flesh. I rubbed one finger down the crack of his ass and he tensed his muscles. “Do you ever bottom?”
“I… uh… I prefer to top.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I know. But do you ever bottom?”
His swallow was loud enough to be heard in the quiet room. “Why?”
I swiped my fingertip over his puckered hole. “Because I like the idea of pushing into this tight ass of yours.”
He shivered and sighed when I pressed my finger to his hole. “Every now and then I like it.”
“How about tonight?” I split his ass cheeks, fantasizing about slipping into his body. “Can I fuck you?”
“You really want that?”
He gave a surprised laugh when I rolled over on top of him, holding him down with my body weight. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glittered with lust. “I do.”
He licked his lips. “Jesus, you’re so assertive tonight.”
I smiled, feeling excited. “I told you, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I’ve been craving this all night.”
“Then go for it.”
“Yeah? Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Fuck me, Scottie. I want you to.”
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and sat up. His eyes never left my cock as I rolled the rubber over my stiff length. I met his eyes as I slathered lube on my dick, and then I nudged his legs apart. At the first touch of my fingers on his hole, he gasped and shuddered. I smiled and rubbed his opening gently until I felt the muscles loosen.
“Mmmm.” He flexed his hips. “Feels nice.”
“Can’t wait to be inside you.” I inserted one lubed finger into his warm body, and he groaned.
“Oh, God,” he whispered as I worked his tender opening.
His muscles clamped on my finger, and he arched his back and moaned as I added another slick finger. He was as tight as a vice on my hand, and I couldn’t wait to fuck him. His cock jutted thick and ruddy along his firm abs, smearing precum over his taut muscles.
He flexed his hips up and down as I worked his hole, and his eyes were narrowed and his lips parted. “You like that?” I asked.
“So good.”
“You sure you don’t mind being the bottom tonight?”
He nodded, and he tugged at me. “I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” I pushed my fingers deeper and he whimpered.
He pulled at my hips. “Scottie.”
I smiled and kept prepping him. I wanted him shivering and on the edge of his climax when I pushed into him. I wanted this to be one of the best fucks of his life.
After a few more moments, I whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
His eyes flared with need, and he nodded. “Yeah.”
I pulled my hands from him and held my dick up to his entrance. Then I slowly pushed the head of my cock into his puckered hole. He was tight as hell, and I gently pushed against the opening of his ass until the head of my dick popped past the tight ring of muscles. As I entered him we both groaned, and then he clenched his jaw and rolled his hips, causing me to slip in deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled as his tight channel clutched my swollen cock. “Jesus,” he panted with his eyes pinned on mine.
His ass squeezed me so tight, I was afraid if I moved too much I was gonna come right away. “That’s a snug fit,” I muttered, trying not to shoot my load. My instinct was to just pound into him until we both came, but I bit my lip and clamped down on my need.
“You feel good inside me.” He stroked his cock as he watched me, his breathing uneven and his eyes glazed with need. “I forgot how much I like this.”
“Everybody needs a cock in the ass now and again.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, and he responded hungrily.
He adjusted his position slightly, and a whimper escaped his lips. “Feels so fucking good,” he whispered.
Once I felt I had a little more self-control, I began to slowly move my hips, pulling my cock in and out of him. Sweat gathered on his brow, and his lips parted with every thrust into him. The intense pressure on my cock was delicious, and it took a lot of concentration not to just fuck him to completion.
His eyes squeezed shut, and his hips rose to meet my thrusts. I slammed into him, balls-deep in his tight ass. I loved that he’d trusted me enough to let me fuck him. It made my heart tight with emotions that terrified me. This strong man beneath me made me want things that I’d given up on long ago. But as he groaned and let me in, a seed of hope took root. Maybe Lance was the real deal. A user and a phony wouldn’t let me fuck him. He hadn’t fought me at all; he’d given in right away. He’d allowed himself to be vulnerable, and that meant everything to me.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips as I thrust deeper and deeper. The slide of my cock into his tight hole was intoxicating. It was almost too delicious, and my self-control began to slowly slip away. He clenched his muscles on my cock, and I pumped into his ass like a machine, slamming deeper and deeper.
My climax tingled through my balls, hovering just out of reach. I’d wanted to last longer, but his ass was way too tight and I couldn’t hold off forever. I needed to come soon, and I wanted him to shoot first. “Please tell me you’re close,” I moaned, rocking into him and desperately trying to hold off my orgasm.
“God, yes.” He clenched his teeth, and his eyes were bright with lust. “I’m so fucking close.”
When he brushed his fingers over my tender nipples, a wave of lust washed through me that made me breathless. The sweet, tight heat of his ass and the friction of my cock against the firm channel of his anus became almost too much. Lance sucked in a tense breath, and his muscles tightened as he bucked his hips.
The frantic slamming of our hips became uneven and wild. I knew my body would be bruised from his desperate grip, but I didn’t care. With a frantic groan, his hips stuttered and a warm flood of cum washed between us. I watched him closely, loving the hooded and glazed expression that hung on his handsome face. Then it was my turn as my cock jerked deep inside him, the tight squeeze of his ass sending my pleasure off the charts.
I shuddered against him, and he held me tight, his hot breath on my neck. “Yeah, babe, come inside me.”
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed as I thrust through my climax. I collapsed on top of him as my body trembled and shook from my orgasm. I buried my face against his smooth chest, loving the clean, masculine scent of him.
He held me tight and kissed my hair as a satiated glow throbbed through every inch of me. He stroked my back softly as our breathing returned to normal. I forced myself to pull out of him, and he grunted and then exhaled roughly.
I settled beside him, on my back. “That was nice.”
He took my hand. “I haven’t let anyone fuck me in a long time.” His voice was hushed.
“Really?” I turned my head to study him.
“Nah. Remember, the last two years have been about proving I was a stud.” His cheek curved in a smile.
“Oh, yeah.”
He sighed. “Trust.”
That word hung in the air.
“It takes trust to let another man inside my body.” He squeezed my hand.
I thought about how unnerved I’d been just to let him see my body, let alone enter it. “Trust is big.”
He grabbed some tissues off the nightstand and we cleaned off. I tossed the condom in the little trash can he had near the bed, and I nestled into the sheets, facing him. His gaze was warm and assessing. He gave a gentle smile and touched my cheek.
“It’s sweet how protective your boss is about you.”
I nodded. “He wouldn’t do what he does if he wasn’t a compassionate person.”
“True enough.”
“Both Alex and Rafe are great people. They adopted Dylan after his mom died of cancer.”
“Wow. That’s awful. I mean, it’s lucky they were willing to take Dylan, but how painful for that poor kid.”
“It was hard on him at first, but he’s doing great now. They have a wonderful little family.”
“They all seemed really nice.” He hesitated. “Speaking of family: do you have any family?”
Tension crept into my body at his question. It wasn’t strange for him to want to know more about me, but that didn’t make it any easier to talk about. “I’m an only child.”
“Are your parents still living?”
“Yes.”
He touched my hand. “Does it bother you to talk about them?”
I considered his question. “I don’t like to, but I get why you would ask.”
“You never talk about them.”
I shrugged. “There’s not much to say. We don’t really interact very often. My mom sends me a birthday card and a Christmas card every year. But other than that, I don’t have any real contact with them.”
His muscles tensed. “They… they aren’t the ones who hurt you, right?”
“No.”
He seemed relieved. “Okay. Good.”
His curiosity was palpable, but he just sighed and closed his eyes. I felt kind of bad because I knew he was afraid to ask anything else. As I studied his handsome features, my chest ached with the desire to be closer to him. But I didn’t know how to do that unless I allowed myself to be vulnerable with him. “What… what do you want to know?” I held my breath.
His eyes opened and he looked unsure. “I don’t want you upset, and I know that sometimes talking about the past bugs you.”
I forced myself to hold his gaze. “I don’t want you to stop seeing me because I’m too scared to talk about my life before I met you.”
His gaze softened. “That’s not gonna happen.”
I appreciated how reassuring he sounded. “My story isn’t pretty.”
“That’s okay.”
I grimaced. “What I don’t want is for what happened to me to become all you think about when you see me.” I flicked my wary gaze to his.
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
“I don’t pity you.” He slid his hand down my chest and over my hip to the long scar that was there. “The only thing I feel when I see your scars is anger. I want to kill whoever hurt you.”
A flush of gratitude washed through me. He sounded so sincere there was no way he was faking his concern. “It wouldn’t fix anything.”
“When you told me they got away with hurting you—” His mouth hardened. “—I couldn’t sleep that night. I was so angry.”
I gave a gruff laugh. “I didn’t sleep for two years after the verdict.” I’d been terrified Garrett would come after me and try to hurt me again. After all, he’d gotten away with it once already.
“So you moved across the country?”
“The town I’m from is small enough that you can’t really hide. Everybody knew the story, and it became unbearable to live there.”
“You came here where no one would know.”
“Yep.” I sighed. “But I soon figured out that people who didn’t know the story still wanted to know my details the second they saw my scars. I realized there really is no way to run when your story is on your face.” I fingered my jaw.
“I want to know because I care.”
“I realize that now,” I said quietly. “That’s why I’ve decided you should know the truth.”
“Yeah?” The pulse at the bottom of his throat beat swiftly.
I met his warm gaze, and my stomach clenched with worry. “I know we can’t move forward if I’m hiding shit from you.”
“You want to move forward with me?”
I hesitated. “I do if you do.” God, why was this so hard? I just wanted to be able to tell him how I felt without feeling like I was about to have a heart attack.
His eyes were heated, and he gripped my arm. “I definitely do. I’m shocked at how much I want that with you. I didn’t think I’d ever feel ready to try again, but then…” He sighed. “I don’t feel like I have any choice. I just want you all to myself.”
My heart ached hearing his passionate words. I knew that getting closer to him meant risking a huge heartache if things didn’t work out. But I had to try. I seemed unable to stay away from him.
I clenched my fists, and I held his gaze. My heart pounded so hard against my ribs, I felt light-headed. “Five years ago I had a friend named Garrett. Well, he was a fake friend, but I didn’t realize it until it was too late.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Garrett spent months trying to get closer, and it worked. I really thought he cared about me.” I swallowed. “But he didn’t. Not even a little. He was the worst thing that ever happened to me.”
The color drained from his face, and he hardened his mouth. I could see the anger descend over his features as he stared at me.
“He talked me into meeting up with a few friends of his. I knew the second I met these guys they were assholes. They kept making derogatory comments about gays, and Garrett just laughed.” I winced. “I kept thinking he’d say something to them to shut them up, but he didn’t. He just laughed like they were hysterical.”
“I’m sorry, Scottie.”
I sighed. “Anyway, at one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I said something to one of them. I even confronted Garrett about what a shitty friend he was being.” I swallowed as the horror of that moment returned to me. “Garrett became enraged and he punched me. He knocked me down on the ground, and he just started beating the shit out of me.”
“Asshole,” Lance growled.
“It took me completely by surprise. At first, I couldn’t seem to bring myself to hit him back because I was still thinking he was my friend.”
“God. That’s awful.”
I licked my lips and forced myself to continue. “But then the other two jumped in too. I finally figured out this wasn’t just a misunderstanding. It was a setup. But there was no way I could fight three people.”
“Of course not.”
I swallowed because I felt nauseated as I remembered the pain of that betrayal. “They pulled out knives and started cutting me. They told me how I was going to hell for being a cocksucker etc.” I grimaced. “It just went on and on. Garrett told me he’d hated me from the beginning. He said every second he’d spent with me was torture. It was his idea to scar me so that I couldn’t hide what a freak I was anymore.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. I want to murder him.” Lance’s voice shook with anger.
I gave a humorless laugh. “I wanted to kill him for so long. I had so much rage, and there was nowhere for it to go.”
He gripped my hand. “I can imagine.”
“After they were done cutting me, they beat me again until I lost consciousness. I woke up in a hospital three days later.”
“Oh, my God.” His eyes were filled with fury. He moved closer and he pulled me against him. “I wish I could say something that would take away your pain.”
“It’s okay.”
“No.” He snapped. “It most definitely is not okay. You said you lost your case. How? How is that even possible?”
“There were no witnesses. It was their word against mine. They said I’d gotten drunk and tried to fight and they’d left me there. The cops decided I’d probably started a fight with someone who beat the shit out of me.”
“Cops aren’t supposed to jump to conclusions. They’re supposed to investigate the facts.”
I chuffed. “The facts were I had zero proof, and they got people to lie and say they were at the dorm. They had a high-priced, slick lawyer, and I had a public defender who’d been on the job a year. I was screwed the minute the trial started.”
“That’s just not right. How can people be such monsters and just walk away with no repercussions?”
I hung my head. “It was like a bad movie, but unfortunately it was my life.”
He tightened his hold, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “I’m so sorry, Scottie.”
I nodded, but the lump in my throat made it impossible to speak.
“What drew you to New York?”
I shrugged. “It was as far as I could get without leaving the country.” I swallowed hard. “I used to have nightmares that Garrett had found me.”
“Has he ever tried to reach out to you?”
“No.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah.” I kept my eyes on the comforter. “Obviously that’s why I have trouble trusting people.”
“Shit. I would too.” He put a finger under my chin, and he forced me to look into his eyes. “I’m proud of you.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“You went through something that might break a lot of people.”
“Oh, I’ve been plenty broken.”
“Of course.” His eyes shone with respect. “But you’re not staying down. You’re fighting to get back to normal.”
“I’m trying,” I said softly.
“You’re doing great.” His voice was husky, and he leaned in and kissed me gently. When the kiss ended, he said, “Thanks for telling me.”
“I just want it behind me.”
“I’m glad you told me. It helps me understand you better. But that’s the past. Let’s focus on now.”
“I’d like that.”
We wrapped around each other and fell silent. The press of his hard body against mine soothed me. I’d been terrified of telling anyone about my past for so long, it felt like a cement brick had been lifted from my chest. I could tell from his reaction he’d been furious for me, but there hadn’t been a hint of pity. That meant everything.
Maybe it was my turn to be happy. Other people got their happily ever after, and I wanted one too. As I snuggled closer to him, I allowed myself to entertain the idea that perhaps for once fate had something good in store for me.