Rebound (Seattle Steelheads #1)(39)

“Y-yeah.” He covered my hand with his and guided my strokes as he arched off my chest. “God…”

I buried my face in his neck as I rutted against him. Even with the lube, the friction was mind-blowing, and the heat of his powerful body against mine was addictive.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice ragged and his body tense in my arms. “I’m gonna…” He tightened his grip on my hand, so I tightened mine on his cock, and we pumped him furiously as I thrust between his powerful thighs. The room was silent except for the bed shaking beneath us, bodies moving together, and both of us gasping for breath.

And just like that, Asher’s body tensed all over, his thigh muscles squeezing my cock even tighter, and I was coming before the first drop of his cum landed on my hand. I buried my face in his neck and thrust for all I was worth, riding my own orgasm and drawing his out as long as I could until we both relaxed.

There was cum and lube everywhere, and we were both sweaty and trembling, but neither of us pulled away. We just lay there, hands still over his dick, my cock still between his thighs, and we breathed together.

“Y-you were right,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” His thumb moved alongside my hand. “That was fucking hot.”





Chapter 10


Asher



Geoff and I eventually separated, mopped up all the cum and sweat, and sank back into bed together.

As we lay there, occasionally kissing while we let the dust clear, I was afraid to speak, but not for the reasons I’d been afraid to speak in bed in recent memory. I felt too good, and I didn’t want to break the spell. I didn’t want him to ask why I had the limits I did. My body was humming with the afterglow of the most amazing pleasure I’d experienced in forever, and I wasn’t ready to dissect the things we hadn’t done and I didn’t like.

“So, what did you think?” he asked. “The whole between-the-thighs thing?”

I grinned despite my edginess. “It’s hot.”

“Mmhmm.” He slid his palm up the middle of my chest. “Maybe next time, we’ll switch. It’s pretty awesome when you’re the guy on top.”

I curved my hand over his forearm. “I’m not going to say no.”

His grin gave me goose bumps, but I kept waiting for him to ask about the things we hadn’t done. He didn’t ask, though. He didn’t bring it up at all, and damn it, now I was getting twitchy. I hated when things were unfinished, and this felt unfinished to me.

So, with my heart thumping, I turned on to my side and propped my head up on my arm. “So, now that we’ve both calmed down and aren’t thinking with our dicks anymore…”

Geoff met my eyes, and my confidence flagged. I’d brought it up, but now I had to finish the question? Shit.

He turned on to his side so he was facing me, and draped an arm over my waist. “What’s on your mind?”

Stuff I’m not used to saying out loud? But I really wanted to stand my ground on things, and if there was anyone in the world who’d let me do that without being a dick about it, he was lying here with me. If I couldn’t do this with him, I’d never be able to with anyone else.

So I took a deep breath. “You’re, um, you’re really okay with us not doing anal?”

He was nodding before I’d even finished. “Totally.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” Geoff brought my hand up and pressed his lips to my knuckles. “I meant what I said. If you’re not enjoying something, then I’m not going to enjoy it either. Yeah, I want to get my rocks off, but I want you to feel good too. There are plenty of ways to get each other off without going anywhere near each other’s asses.”

“Huh.”

“Why? Did you think I’d try to make you?” The way his forehead creased added, Has someone made you before?

Trying not to squirm under his scrutiny, I said, “I didn’t think that, no. But guys I’ve been with before, they’ve…” I trailed off. None of that seemed to matter all of a sudden. Like who the fuck cared what guys in my past had wanted? Geoff knew what I wanted, he was cool with it, and that should have been the end of it. From the intense look in his eyes, though, the answer still mattered to him. “I always seem to date guys who want it. And if I don’t, they don’t want me.”

Geoff watched me for a moment before he spoke again. “Let me preface this by saying I’m not asking so I can talk you out of it, or so I can suggest that you just haven’t been with someone who does it right.” He squeezed my hand. “Is there a reason you don’t like it? Like, a bad experience? Pain? Did someone…?” He swallowed. “I just don’t want to trigger something, you know?”

“Oh. Oh.” I shook my head. “No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just never been my thing. It wasn’t even pain or anything—I tried it with a couple of boyfriends in college, including one who definitely knew what he was doing, but I could never get into it.”

“So no trauma? It’s just not your thing?”

“Exactly.”

“Okay. Good.” He gave a subtle nod. “Either way, we don’t have to.”

I studied him uncertainly. “So it’s not weird?”