Page 81 of Open Water
"More," I said.
"You sure?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
He moaned and pushed the rest of the way, slow, until he was all the way in, his hips flush against me, his breath stuttering against my cheek.
"Don't move yet," I said.
"Wasn't going to." His voice was wrecked. "You feel — Christ, Alex."
We stayed like that. The resistance held a long moment, the wrongness, the rightness, the bracing, the door my body had kept shut my whole life refusing to believe it was allowed to open.
And then it did.
Something let go all at once. The clench releasing, the burn turning over into heat, my body deciding, finally, that it was safe. Like the hull lifting out of the water when a boat swings — that exact thing, the drag I'd carried my whole life dropping away, the shell rising, no more fighting the water, just gliding over it.
I made a sound I'd never made before, low in his ear, and his whole body answered it.
"There it is," he whispered, the way he says it on the water when the boat finally goes. "There it is."
He drew back, slow, and pushed in again, and this time there was no fear under it at all. Just him, all the way, filling the last locked room I'd kept shut even from myself and me, holding him there, holding himin, us together.
I let him stay.
Chapter 19: Liam
"There it is," I breathed.
Because his body finally gave. I felt it happen. The tight clench of him going loose all at once, his hole opening around my cock and pulling me in instead of fighting me, and the sound he made against my neck flipped from pain into pleasure. I sank in another inch, slow, through all that slick heat, until I was buried to the root and we both forgot how to breathe.
"Oh, fuck," he gasped. "Oh my god."
"Yeah." I had to grit my teeth to hold still. He was so tight it was almost too much, gripping every inch of me, sweat already sliding down my spine. "That's it. You took all of me. Look at you."
I started to move. Slow drags out to the tip, slow presses back in, watching his face the whole time. Every time his breath caught I eased off; every time he pushed his hips up greedy for more I gave it to him. The slick sound of it filled the room. His dick was leaking between us, smearing wet across both our stomachs every time our bodies met, and the sight of it — Alex spread open and dripping under me — went straight to my balls.
"Good," I told him, and watched the word land, watched his whole body lift toward it. "That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me."
He whined at that — atfor me— and clenched around my cock so hard I cursed.
"Liam—"
"My golden boy." I hooked my arm under his knee and shoved it up toward his chest, opening him wider, and drove in deeper at the new angle. He nearly came off the bed.
"Oh —fuck— there, right there—"
"Yeah? Right here?" I ground into the same spot and his eyes rolled. "That's the spot, huh."
"Yes — God — don't stop—"
I picked up the pace, hips snapping now, the bed knocking the wall, his cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust, both of us slick with sweat. His hand fisted in my hair, his other hand clawing at my back, and his eyes were wet and blown black and locked on mine like I was the only solid thing left.
And right there, balls-deep in him with his leg over my arm, the fear hit me sideways — that this was the thing I'd never let happen, that there was no armor left if he ever walked away. I'd watched headlights leave a driveway as a kid and learned not to need anybody this bad.
I shoved it down and fucked him harder. There wasn't any armor left to lose anyway. I'd handed it to him weeks ago on a bench by the river. This was more than sex. More than a boyfriend.
"C'mere." I pulled out just long enough to drag him up with me, sat back on my heels and hauled him into my lap, and he sank back down onto my cock with a broken moan, taking me even deeper at the new angle. Chest to chest now. His thighs around my waist, his arms around my neck, his hole stretched tight and hot around the base of me.
