Page 104 of Crease Collision

He leans over and takes the lube from under the bed. The cap clicks, and then he’s back, pressing a finger against me. I force myself to relax as it slides inside. Soon, he adds another and scissor them, opening me up until I’m groaning with pleasure.

“Ride me, Kai. I want to see you work for it.”

He slides his fingers out of me, and we trade places. I straddle him. My thighs tremble as I line up on his cock and sink down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch is a full, deep ache that’s almost too much yet not enough.

Ozzy grasps my hips. “Fuck, baby. Look at you.”

Rising up and sliding back down, I set a fast pace. The anxiety of the past week merges with my lust into desperation. All that matters is the look on his face and the slide of his cock inside me.

He squeezes his eyes shut, lost in pleasure, and a fresh wave of heat washes over me.

“God, baby,” he grits out, opening his eyes. “You feel so good.”

He wraps a hand around my cock, and his fast strokes push me over the edge. The orgasm hits me like a puck out of control. I cry out as my cum stripes his chest and pleasure overwhelms me.

“Helvete!” His back arches off the bed, and he drives his cock deep. He yells my name as he fills me up.

When the contractions ease, I raise myself off him and lie down. He immediately rolls onto his side, throwing a leg over mine and an arm over my chest.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. “You’re amazing.”

He moans and tightens his hold on me. “And you are everything.”

As I drift off to sleep with him wrapped around me, I know we have to make things okay. I need Ozzy like air.

It’s after eleven the next day before we drag ourselves out of bed and into the shower.

After a night of sex, whispers, and passing out in each other’s arms, I’m more human than I’ve been in a week. Last night quieted the constant noise in my mind. But even as I think about it under the spray of hot water, something inside me pushes back. The knot in my chest hasn’t untangled yet.

We need to talk, but if I can’t admit to myself everything I’m afraid of, how the hell am I supposed to say it out loud to him?

Ozzy pinches my ass hard enough to make me jump. “Scrub my back?”

Pulling myself out of my head, I grab the soap and focus on the heavy muscle of the sexiest back I’ve ever seen.

We eat lox and eggs, potatoes, and sourdough toast, then load the dishwasher and decide to skip working out. Ozzy asks to see my LEGO, and after that, we turn on the TV and sack out on the living room couch.

Before long, he mutes the sound and turns toward me. We make out for a few minutes, but we’re both too tired to do anything more.

He nods off, and I watch him sleep. It’s hard to believe this gorgeous man is curled up with his face tucked against my throat. He thinks I’m worth holding onto.

Don’t trust it. Don’t believe it.

Being wanted and being safe are not the same thing.

Stop. Don’t do this.

With him warm and heavy against my side, I push those thoughts down. For the first time in days, I can almost pretend everything is fine. Who knows—maybe this weekend will fix things.

I come around slowly with Ozzy’s warm lips on mine.

“Hi, handsome,” I whisper against his mouth. “What a perfect way to wake up.”

“You look so good lying there. Want to mess around?”

“Of course, but let’s wait until after dinner. I’m a little sore, and I won’t be satisfied with anything but you inside me.”

We start talking, but it’s about things that don’t matter. Mostly, I tell him stupid stories from the Condors’ road trip.