Page 77 of Break Points and Face Offs

I actually sigh.

“Happy now?”

“Yes.”

Priestley closes his eyes and throws his head back. “And you do have a very nice cock.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. Now shut up and let me enjoy it.”

I flop back and let him do his thing, admiring the way he takes what he wants from me. When he starts to get close, he wraps his hand around his cock and starts pumping.

“Let me.”

His eyes focus on my hand bringing him to climax as he rides it out in short, fast thrusts. He grits his teeth just before he comes. Everything shutting down and clamping up. But then the dam bursts and he lets go. I force my eyes to focus as his body starts clamping around me. I need to witness this moment.

It’s so fucking worth it.

Priestley’s eyelids flutter, his jaw gets slack and he lets out a long sigh as his whole body just sinks into pleasure.

I come into the condom, watching him ride out the last of the high.

He sags down onto the mattress beside me. Neither of us can speak.

Finally, Priestley gets up to use the bathroom, closing the door behind himself. I hear him running the water and taking a piss while the condom loosens on my satisfied dick.

When he comes back in, I let myself admire the lean line of his naked body. The way his cock swings heavy between his legs. Fuck, he’s beautiful.

I half expect him to kick me out, but he doesn’t say anything when I get up to dispose of the condom and take a piss. Nor when I come back in and climb into bed beside him. Even when I put an arm under him and he rolls over and lets me hold him.

I like you, Priestley Rosenthal, I think as I tighten my grip.

He hums, burying his face in my neck.

Fuck.

19

PRIESTLEY

In the harsh light of day, the previous night comes back to me. Getting swept up in the romance of an amusement park at night, something I’d previously only witnessed in cheesy movies. A handsome guy by my side, looking at me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. Kissing me on a Ferris wheel with gaudy lights smeared across the horizon. Taking me back here, lavishing attention on me.

I open my eyes, noting the arm squished under my head. The body behind me moves and a bicep flexes. Parts of my body that like to disconnect from the logical thinking part of my brain stir.

Will throws his free arm over me and groans against my neck.

“Morning, Rosie.”

I shouldn’t like that, I really shouldn’t.

“I have to get up.”

“Why?” The arm tightens, loose enough for me to wriggle free, but tight enough to give me an excuse to stay put. He starts stroking my belly and I resist the urge to purr like a kitten. I put my hand on his to stop it moving. He retaliates by kissing the back of my neck. This time I can’t stop a groan from escaping.

“You could get up,” Will whispers into my neck, planting kisses along my shoulder. “Or you could stay here and fool around for a bit.”

My hand is still firmly placed on top of his to stop it from travelling any further down.