Page 25 of All of Us

“God, yes,” was the only response I got before he moaned deeply, the warmth of his come hitting my cock caused me to erupt harder than I ever had. It was intense, my brain whiting out my sight, as bliss took over my entire body.

“Holy—” I leaned my head into the crook of his neck, breathed in his scent. I grabbed my shirt off the ground to wipe us both off.

I flopped over to one side, my legs still over his lap, and his hand casually stroked my thigh.

“That was amazing, Joe. And what you said about the things you want. I want those things too.”

My body was too tired for my heart to do any flips, but it rolled around like a happy dog. Gentry might be the guy who could change my life. Briefly, I thought about Dusty and realized I needed to talk to my friend because fooling around with two guys wasn’t really my style.

The timer for the lasagna went off. “Still hungry?”

He smiled. “Yes. I worked up an appetite. Though I don’t think I did much for your sore muscles.”

“Are you kidding? I feel boneless.”

I went to the kitchen. Briefly, I considered getting dressed, then decided that once you’ve sex with someone, you don’t need to be shy. Without turning around, I could feel Gentry’s eyes on my body, and I didn’t hate it.

“Can I help?”

“Nope. Sit. I’ll be right back.” I loaded two generous slices of lasagna, drinks, and silverware onto a tray, then carried them back to the living room. “We did it a little out of order, but how about some Netflix and chill for the evening?”

“Sounds great to me.”

I sat on the couch and handed Gentry a plate. He smiled at me, and it felt like he was genuinely happy to be here with me.

When we finished eating, he took our dishes to the kitchen, got us fresh drinks, and settled next to me on the couch. “This isn’t going to work.”

My stomach dropped, and I immediately felt flushed. “What?” I squeaked. “I thought we were having— ”

“Oh, shit. No. No. No. I meant the position we were sitting.” He kissed the side of my head and stood up, pulling me up with him.

Then he sat down in the corner, one leg along the back of the couch. “Okay, sexy, sit with me.” He smiled and moved his hands to encourage me.

“This is a great idea.” I got between his legs, my back to his front. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my chest. I leaned my head back, and we watched something on TV. I felt safe and protected. More importantly, I felt wanted.

Around 11:00 p.m., we were both yawning. “Are you ready to get some sleep? I am honestly exhausted.”

“Yeah.” He looked tired.

“Well. Um. I know I offered the spare room, and you are welcome to sleep there, but I have a king bed with plenty of room for two.” I hoped I didn’t sound stupid.

“So I can sleep in the spare room ALLLLLLLLLLLL alone? Or curl up with an incredibly sexy man?”

“Yes. I believe those are the options I laid out to you.” I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face.

“Well, let’s go then.” When I walked up the stairs, I realized he hadn’t given me an answer. At the top, he stopped. “Is the guest room this way?” he pointed to the door across from mine.

“Yup.” I was honestly shocked, but maybe he was super tired, or I misread this whole thing.

He meandered down the hall, and I went into my bedroom, closing the bathroom door while I did my business. I couldn’t help the disappointment I felt. I thought for sure we would spend the night tangled up in each other, but now I was confused. I was tired and would talk to him over breakfast.

When I opened the door, Gentry was in my bed, snuggled in, giggling. “You didn’t think I would choose the guest room over being in bed with you, did you?”

I picked up a pillow and whacked him with it. “I did. I was so confused.”

He laughed. “Come cuddle me.”

While I laughed, I did as he asked and climbed into bed. “Give me a few minutes, and I am going to rock your world again.” He pulled me tight against his chest and kissed the back of my neck. I moaned softly, my body relaxing, before I fell asleep. I vaguely recalled feeling his arm relax.