A gay story: Now You Know Me Pt. 02 For the next several days, Evan stayed out of sight. When I came home from work each evening, I found myself hoping to catch a glimpse of him, and as the weekend approached, I couldn’t deny my disappointment that he seemed to be keeping his distance. Sometimes I spotted his car in the parking lot, so I knew he was home. I began to wonder if he regretted what we’d done.
I tried to shrug off Evan’s sudden absence. It turned out that I was right to be wary of his motives, I told myself, and it was better I discovered his fickle nature sooner rather than later.
And yet I jerked off in the shower each morning, vividly recalling the memory of Evan on his knees before me while eagerly sucking my cock. At work, I was constantly distracted, making careless mistakes that cost me precious time correcting. Lying in bed at night, I furiously masturbated once more, my eyes closed as I pretended that the hand around my dick was Evan’s.
By Friday night, I was back where I started, sitting alone on my couch and nursing a drink. I was tempted to call my friend with benefits, the man whom I’d once loved and whom Evan had seen me with on occasion. But then I figured Kyle might not be alone, and that would make me feel even lower.
It was almost eight when I heard that familiar knock on my door. I was plenty buzzed but not yet drunk, and I leaned forward to place my glass on the coffee table. All the while, I willed my quickening pulse to slow. “Stop being a goddamn idiot,” I muttered to myself, then stood and went to the door.
Evan was waiting in the hall, and when our eyes met, he gave me a big smile. “Hey, Drew,” he said, his gaze warm. He certainly didn’t appear to have any regrets right now.
“Hi, Evan,” I said quietly. My stare swept over him, and I discovered that, like me, he wore a button-down shirt and dress pants. The clothes were a good fit on him. “You look nice,” I added. As if he didn’t always look gorgeous.
Evan glanced down at himself. “Oh, Dad had this business meeting at the store today, and he wanted me to be there, too, so I had to make myself presentable,” he explained.
“You certainly did a fine job of it,” I remarked.
He lifted his head to look at me once more, and his smile widened to a grin. “Thanks.”
I held the door open for him. “Want to come in?” I asked.
Evan quickly nodded and stepped into my apartment. After slipping off his shoes, he glanced around the living room, almost as if he expected to find it changed since his last visit. When he wiped his palms on the front of his pants, I realized he was nervous.
“Have a seat,” I said, gesturing toward the couch. “Can I get you a drink?”
Evan sat down and then moved in one fluid motion to pick up my glass. “I’ll just have a sip of yours,” he told me with a wink.
“Evan!” I made his name an admonishment as I hurried over to the couch. He got down several big swallows before I managed to wrest the glass from him. “You know better.”
He coughed and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Jesus, that’s strong!”
“And that’s one of the reasons you have no business drinking it,” I scolded. Sometimes I wondered if he enjoyed me reprimanding him.
“It’s fine!” he insisted. “I’ll be twenty-one in a few months, and besides, it’s been a really long fucking day. Cut me some slack, Drew.”
Sitting down at his side, I placed the glass well out of his reach and then turned to face him. “Everything okay?” I asked.
Evan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just exhausting working for my dad, you know? He busts my balls every chance he gets, and I understand he wants to prove to the other employees that he’s not playing favorites just because I’m his son, but…” He shook his head. “I know I’m lucky to have the job. It’s just that sometimes, I’d like him to simply be my dad, and not my boss as well.”
“I understand,” I said gently. “It’s a challenging situation. But I’m sure he’s proud of you.”
Evan looked down at his hands in his lap. “I don’t know about that. Seems I’m always disappointing him.” When he lifted his head to meet my eyes, a soft smile appeared on his lips. “But I’m not here to talk about my dad, or work.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So why are you here, Evan?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. The last thing I wanted was for him to know how much I’d been thinking of him during the past several days.
“To spend time with you, of course,” he replied, as if the answer was obvious. “I know we agreed not to rush things, so I wanted to give you some space this week, but I was hoping you’d want to see me tonight.”
I couldn’t quell the surge of affection I felt for Evan then. He was so honest and guileless, readily admitting his desires. Now that I understood why he’d kept his distance, it made me want him all the more. Yet I managed to stop myself from reaching for him. Instead, I returned his smile and murmured, “I’m glad you came by.”
He moved closer to me on the couch. Looking down, I saw that our thighs were almost touching. “So,” Evan began, and I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was about to reveal something which would probably surprise me. “I, um, bought one of those, uh, bulbs,” he went on, and I noticed his face redden. “And I used it earlier so I could make sure I’m, um, clean inside for you.”
Sure enough, I was plenty surprised at this revelation, and my cock jumped in response. “That’s a big step,” I said, somehow managing to keep my voice low and even. “Make sure you don’t overdo it with that, or you’ll end up doing more harm than good.”
Evan quickly nodded. “I read up on it so I’d know what to do.” His expression grew eager as he searched my face. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m ready for us to take things further tonight, Drew.”
I closed my eyes ever so briefly as I felt my dick grow harder. My god, I was fucking aching for Evan! Knowing that he’d taken the time to prepare his sweet ass for my cock made me almost wild to have him.
Somehow, with a self-control I’d never dreamed was possible for me to possess, I forced myself to open my eyes and give him a measured stare. “I don’t think you’re ready,” I finally replied.
“I am!” Evan insisted. “I just told you…”
I held up a hand. “Buy a plug, and a dildo,” I instructed him. “Start slow, and play with those on your own for a while. See how you like it before you ask me to fuck you.” As I spoke, I moved on the couch in an effort to hide my erection. I still chalked Evan’s need to experiment up to curiosity, and I wasn’t about to be the one to introduce him to anal sex only for him to discover that he hated it.
Evan threw himself back against the couch with a heavy sigh. “So I went to all that trouble for nothing? Really?” I realized he was actually pouting, and in spite of myself, I hated to see him so disappointed.
Bringing my lips close to his ear, I whispered, “Not for nothing.” Then I took his hand in mine and placed it on my cock. Evan released a needy groan, immediately setting about stroking me through my pants. Our eyes locked, and as he licked his lips, I knew just what he was thinking of doing.
But I had other plans.
“I want you to go use the bathroom,” I told him in a low voice.
His brow furrowed in confusion. “Uh, can you be a little more specific about what you want me to do while I’m in the bathroom?”
“Yes. I want you empty your bladder.”
Now he looked a little nervous, but he managed an unsteady smile and said, “Okay then.” I watched him rise and then head down the short hallway to the bathroom. As he walked, my stare was fixed on his perfect ass. I definitely planned to explore it tonight.
While he was gone, I took the opportunity to inspect my nails, which I kept cut short and filed down out of habit. Once again, my pulse was racing, and my mouth had grown a little dry with nervous excitement. I downed the rest of my drink, glad that I had some booze in my system to take the edge off.
When Evan returned to the living room, I could practically feel the anticipation radiating from him like heat. “Okay,” he said, clasping his hands before him, “I drained the snake. Now what?”
“Jesus, Evan,” I muttered as I shook my head at his choice of words, and he snorted while attempting to muffle his laughter.
“Oh, sorry, what I meant to say is, I emptied my bladder,” he told me, trying to maintain a serious expression.
“Good,” I said simply, climbing to my feet. “Now we go to the bedroom.”
That wiped the smirk from his face. He stood watching me, his blue eyes widening a little as he swallowed hard. Yet he was quick to nod in agreement, and when I approached him, I heard him draw in a breath.
It was then that I gave in to my urge to touch him. Stroking his hair, running my fingers through those silky strands, I held his gaze and smiled tenderly. “You’re mine tonight, Evan,” I said in a voice just above a whisper. “And that means you’ll do everything I ask of you. Do you understand?”
His lips parted, and I heard his breathing quicken. “I understand.”
It was intoxicating, being in complete control of him. Did he have any clue what that did to me? Never had I wanted to exert this kind of dominance over someone before, but with Evan, I couldn’t resist.
I led him to my bedroom, my hand gently grasping his. Once I’d turned on the lamp, filling the room with a soft glow that left the corners in shadow, I moved to stand before Evan and began unbuttoning his shirt. My nimble fingers worked quickly, giving no sign of my own excitement. When I lifted my gaze to meet Evan’s, I noticed his dilated pupils, and the way his cheeks were already flushed.
Once he’d shrugged out of his dress shirt, I tugged his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside, then let my hungry stare sweep over his bare chest. Tonight, I wouldn’t deny myself the pleasure of touching him anywhere I wanted.
I slid my hands over his skin, lingering at his nipples, and Evan let his head fall back as a faint moan escaped his lips. Burying my fingers in his hair, I held him fast so I could lower my mouth to his neck. Suckling eagerly, I grazed his skin with my teeth, and I had to remind myself not to mark him.
In his excitement, Evan reached for me, but I stepped back and shook my head. “I’m the one doing the exploring tonight,” I told him firmly.
“Okay,” he quickly whispered. Dropping my gaze, I could see his erection through his pants, and the sight made me grin. He was getting off on this just as much as I was, I realized. He made it so easy for me to play this role.
Unfastening Evan’s pants, I slipped my hand into his boxer briefs, my fingers encircling his cock. He moaned louder at my touch, looking down to watch me stroke him. With the pad of my thumb, I massaged that smooth tip, remembering how much I loved the sight of it.
When I had his dick throbbing in my grasp, my hand working its way up and down the shaft, I finally moved to tug down his pants and underwear, then knelt before him. The sound of Evan’s shallow breaths filled the room, only growing louder as I found myself level with his gorgeous cock.
My mouth actually watered as I gazed on it with a desire I made no effort to conceal. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and take it between my lips, but I resisted the urge. When I did suck Evan off, I planned to take my time and worship his cock. I wanted him to realize just how much I loved it. But tonight I had something else in mind.
Still, I allowed myself one kiss. Evan’s foreskin was fully retracted, granting me total access to the tip so I could brush my lips teasingly against it. I heard him draw in a shuddering breath. Staring up at him, I saw the desperate need in his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile seeing the state he was already reduced to, so ready for my mouth.
I rewarded him by swirling my tongue all around the head of his cock. Closing my eyes at that first taste, I moaned with my own pleasure. As I inhaled deeply, another fierce pang of arousal traveled through me. God, he smelled so fucking good!
Evan released the softest whimper, and I felt his hand on my head. But he quickly removed it, as if afraid of violating some unspoken boundary between us. Leaning back, I gave his cock one more yearning gaze, my lips parted and my warm breath wafting over his skin.
“Please,” Evan whispered.
Slowly, reluctantly, I climbed to my feet and stood before him once more, a sly smile on my lips. I told myself that I refrained from pleasing him with my mouth because I wanted him to remember who was in control here. He would always feel safe with me, I decided, but never complacent.
Yet if I was being completely honest with myself, I would have to admit that parceling out these episodes of pleasure to Evan, little by little, was my way of keeping him coming back for more. If I gave him everything at once, I feared he would quickly lose interest.
And right now, with Evan naked and hard before me, I had him just where I wanted him. I moved to draw the covers back from my bed. “Lie down,” I commanded.
Before he hurried to obey, Evan pulled off his socks, which were the last of his clothing, and my smile widened in approval as I drank in his naked form. Even in the grip of my heady excitement, I couldn’t help but study him with an artist’s eye. I marveled at his beauty, the way his muscles moved beneath taut skin.
Once he was lying on my bed, an arm tucked behind his head, he watched eagerly while I undressed as well. In the silence of the room, I heard the heat rushing through the vents, chasing away the chill seeping in from the night outside.
Evan didn’t seem at all cold, even while stretched out in the nude. I noticed that his face was actually more flushed, and his beautiful dick stood fully at attention, swaying with the force of his pulse. His stare was full of undisguised lust as it moved over my bare skin. He’d seen me shirtless before, but not completely naked. My frame, thin almost to the point of lankiness, clearly excited him, for he began idly stroking his cock while regarding me.
His desire only served to heighten mine. Before joining him in the bed, I retrieved some lube from the bedside table drawer. Evan’s eyes widened a little, betraying his surprise.
“I’m not fucking you,” I told him quietly. “But seeing as how you went to all that trouble for me, some ass play is definitely on the table.”
Unable to stop himself, Evan blurted out, “Oh fuck yes please!”
It took considerable effort to hide my grin. I found his sheer eagerness delightful, but I was hesitant to reveal my own anticipation. I was supposed to be in control here, after all, maintaining the upper hand.
Finally I climbed onto the bed, moving so I could kneel between his spread legs. I heard his breathing quicken yet again, and I thought I saw a hint of nervousness in his eyes.
Leaning forward, I slid my palms over Evan’s chest once more, then dipped my head so I could bring my mouth to his nipple and suck hard. My tongue teased that peak, flicking over it again and again. All the while, Evan groaned and murmured pleas for more, his fingers trailing along my skin.
My cock was fully erect as I continued to explore Evan’s body: his flat, toned stomach, and his hips. His strong thighs, covered with golden hair. Several times, I came within inches of his hard cock, but I didn’t succumb to the temptation to stroke it.
Evan began writhing on the bed as his need grew even more fervent. Our eyes met, and I gave him a tender smile, understanding all too well the longing within him. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen,” I whispered.
My words made him buck his hips and thrust his dick upward, as if he could coax me into touching it. I could tell he was half-wild by this point, desperate for more than my slow exploration of his body. It turned me on, so fucking much, to see him needy and aching, almost ready to beg.
Finally I retrieved the extra pillow on the bed, then moved to place it beneath Evan’s hips so his ass was elevated a little. An involuntary shudder of arousal coursed through me as I gazed down at him. With his ass slightly aloft, he appeared utterly vulnerable while offering himself to me. Caressing his skin, I gave his ass cheeks a squeeze. He was absolutely perfect, and I couldn’t believe that he was in my bed, fully exposed and completely trusting.
Without me asking it of him, he drew his legs upward a bit so he was open to me even more. My eyes locked with his as I slid my hand between his firm buttocks. That first touch, a mere graze of my fingertips against his puckered hole, made him moan shamelessly. His virgin entrance tempted me, and for a moment, I feared I would lose control and give him just what he’d asked for earlier.
Not tonight, I told myself firmly. With my stare riveted on Evan’s face, I massaged his hole, studying his reaction. “Do you like that?” I murmured.
He quickly nodded. “Fuck yeah, that feels good, Drew!”
This time, I didn’t try to hide my smile. “And we’ve only just gotten started,” I told him.
It was then that I retrieved the lube and applied an ample amount to the index and middle fingers of my right hand. Did Evan notice that I was trembling from my own anticipation?
“Relax,” I said in a gentle voice as I touched him again. He slowed his breathing, making it deep and even, then nodded to let me know he was ready.
I was blessed with long, slender fingers, and as I eased my index finger into his opening, taking it slow and gentle, he readily yielded to me. All the while, I closely watched his expression, making sure I saw no sign of discomfort.
“How does that feel?” I whispered once my finger was all the way inside.
Evan’s eyes fluttered closed as he grew used to the sensation. “It feels really nice,” he assured me.
“Oh, it’s about to feel even better,” I promised with a grin. Then I carefully inserted my middle finger so I had two buried inside him. With the gentlest movements, I began working my fingers back and forth, familiarizing myself with his body in a way that I was certain he’d never dared to attempt on his own.
Evan’s cock twitched fiercely in response, and soon his hips were moving, matching my steady rhythm. “Fuck, I love that!” he confessed between shallow breaths.
He started to say more, but it was then that I homed in on his prostate. As excited as he was, I had no trouble locating it, and as soon as I exerted the faintest pressure with my fingertip, he released a loud moan before crying out, “Holy shit, Drew, what are you doing to me?”
I grinned. “Just blowing your mind is all.” I continued massaging his prostate, gradually applying more pressure. The sound of my quickened breaths joined his, and with my fingers working to heighten his bliss, I was overcome by my own arousal.
“Wait!” Evan suddenly cried, his eyes widening.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I grew still.
“I… I feel like I need to take another piss,” he confessed, looking a little panicked.
“That’s why I told you to use the bathroom before,” I said gently. “It’s normal to feel that way, especially as you get used to the sensation, but you’re fine. Just relax into it.”
“Are you sure?” he demanded, unable to hide his anxiety.
“Absolutely,” I told him in a low voice. “Don’t hold back, Evan.” My gaze dropped to his erection. “Stroke your cock for me.”
Immediately he did what I asked, his hand pumping away at that beautiful dick. As he jerked off, his balls seemed to invite the attention of my tongue, but I only allowed myself to study them in appreciation, imagining how they would feel in my mouth.
As Evan gazed up at me, I saw such need on his face that my cock throbbed with the ache to be buried inside him. Kneeling between his thighs with my legs folded beneath me, I used varying degrees of pressure on his prostate, sometimes gently massaging and other times working my fingertips against it with a speed that made Evan’s eyes roll. “Oh my god!” he practically wailed.
My skin was flushed, and my heart hammered from the force of my own lust. How I loved to feel his ass gripping my fingers! I loved the needy whimpers he made as his excitement ratcheted up to a dizzying level.
With the fingers of my left hand, I massaged his taint, becoming familiar with yet another intimate part of his body as I stimulated his prostate from that direction as well. My touch remained gentle but grew unrelenting while I strove to make him orgasm. He looked half-delirious from my efforts, and I knew just how he felt, when the unadulterated pleasure became almost too much to bear.
“Please!” he begged, his breath hitching in his chest. “Please, Drew, I need…!”
“Let go, baby,” I urged. “Don’t fight it!”
His cries grew so loud that I was certain my closest neighbor, an elderly lady, could hear them through the walls. “Ah fuck, I’m gonna… Oh god, Drew, I’m…!”
Evan abruptly fell silent as he began to shudder, and I felt a surge of triumph to witness the full-body orgasm coursing through him. His teeth clenched and his muscles strained while he shook helplessly, and then, with a final desperate groan, he came hard.
“Fuck, yes, that’s what I wanted to see!” I murmured in satisfaction. It had been a while since I’d milked a prostate, and I was glad to find I hadn’t lost my touch. As Evan continued trembling, coming down from his powerful climax, I carefully withdrew my fingers from him. He’d made an impressive mess when he orgasmed, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward to lap up the milky fluid from his skin with my tongue.
“Drew,” he gasped my name, and I felt him stroke my hair.
Finally I sat up, my eyes meeting his as I slid a palm along his inner thigh. “I’ll be right back,” I whispered, and he nodded.
I went to wash my hands, and when I returned to the bedroom with a warm wet cloth for Evan, I found that he was still lying on the bed, his skin flushed and his stare a bit dazed.
“You okay?” I asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him so I could slide the cloth over his skin.
“Are you kidding?” he said, then laughed low and soft from deep in his belly. “That was so fucking intense!”
I couldn’t hide my pleasure at hearing Evan’s words. Once I’d wiped him clean, I moved to pull the sheet over him in case he was cold, but before I could, he sat up and slid his arms around my neck. With his mouth just inches from mine, he said, “I’ve never come like that before; I didn’t even know it was possible!”
I smiled, unable to resist the urge to run my fingers through his hair. His eyes were bright even in the soft glow of the room. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told him.
“I loved it,” he replied. “Thank you for that.” It was then that his stare drifted downward to settle between us. “But you didn’t come,” he pointed out.
My erection hadn’t subsided in the least. No, I was still hard and aching for Evan. Tracing a fingertip over his full, wet lips, I whispered, “Are you willing to let me have my way with you?” I made no effort to explain to him what that would involve.
Evan’s eyes widened in surprise. Did he think that I’d changed my mind, after all, and that I now planned to take him? Whatever he believed, or hoped, or feared, he nodded his assent, then took my finger between his lips.
“Ah, Evan,” I groaned, watching his greedy mouth sucking the finger that had so recently been inside him.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Fuck, I needed to come! “Lie down on your stomach,” I instructed, my voice surprisingly steady.
Once again, I heard him breathing faster, and I knew that sound was a clear sign of his growing excitement. He quickly lay down on the bed, his face turned toward me. I hesitated long enough to brush his hair back from his forehead, then climbed onto the bed as well so I could straddle him.
Leaning forward, I placed my mouth against the nape of Evan’s neck, then traveled downward, leaving a trail of kisses between his shoulder blades, along his spine. When I finally reached his ass, I playfully sank my teeth into the perfect globe of his right buttock. Not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to make him moan.
Unable to resist the temptation, I gave his ass a stinging smack, and I was rewarded with the sound of Evan’s startled gasp. “That,” I told him, “is for helping yourself to my drink earlier.” If he wanted to act like a brat, I’d be sure to dole out the punishment.
Evan lifted his head so he could look over his shoulder and flash me a taunting grin. “Oh yeah, hurt me, Daddy!” he urged in a husky voice.
“Don’t tempt me,” I growled, delivering another slap and leaving a red handprint on his skin. Yet he merely moaned in pleasure, and I realized it was hopeless to try to punish him with a spanking. I’d have to find other ways to bring him to heel.
Once again I knelt between Evan’s spread thighs. Grabbing the lube, I applied it to my hard dick and then his ass, getting us both nice and slick. I gazed down at him opened to me like an offering, and I felt a feral need rising in me, threatening to overwhelm my self-control.
With my cock in hand, I couldn’t resist the urge to tease Evan’s asshole with the tip, testing my own resolve. I so craved that first meeting of his skin against mine, and I reveled in the way Evan gasped.
But he clearly thought I meant to go much further. “Drew, wait!” he cried. “Wait, I’m not…”
His voice trailed off, but he didn’t have to speak the final word of that sentence for me to understand. He needed to prepare himself, mentally and physically, for the moment when I first entered him, and I realized he was afraid I would take him before he was ready.
Leaning forward again, I brought my lips to his ear. “Do you trust me?” I whispered, and he quickly nodded. “Say it. Tell me you trust me.” My voice was a demand, one he couldn’t refuse.
“I trust you,” he promised.
Though Evan was stronger and definitely able to overpower me if he chose to, he allowed me to intertwine my fingers with his and pin him down. As I began thrusting my hips, my dick easily slid upward and back down between his lubed cheeks, gliding past his hole again and again and again. Moaning at the way the curves of his ass embraced my cock, I wanted him to feel my tip lingering at his entrance, so close and so eager to be allowed inside, until Evan was aching to take every inch.
I sensed him relax beneath me, revealing his trust while in such a vulnerable position. This was enough, I told myself. More than enough, to have Evan in my bed, his skin hot on mine, and his breath quickening in time with my own panting. If he only ever allowed me this, I would gladly accept it.
“When are you gonna give me that dick?” Evan suddenly demanded in a guttural voice, and I dared to rut faster against him. Oh, he was fucking tempting me, all right!
“Keep talking like that, and you’ll get it sooner than you think,” I warned.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Evan shot back.
Lowering my mouth to his neck, I gave him a sharp nip, causing him to cry out. “That’s for being a smartass,” I said, though my voice held a grin.
Even during our playful exchange, I was getting close and Evan knew it. Lifting his head so I could see his profile, and the way his jaw was clenched, he growled through his teeth, “You wanna take my cherry, don’t you?”
I groaned hearing those words, because fucking hell, I wanted nothing more than to guide my cock to his hole and drive myself in deep.
“You want to ram it in there, I know you do!” he went on between heavy breaths. “You want me to beg for it, Drew? Oh, I’ll beg. Fuck my ass, please! Give it to me!”
“Christ, Evan!” I shouted. While he might not have been ready for my dick before, he certainly was now. Bracing myself against the bed, my grip on his hands tightened. I was determined not to give in to my abject need, but hearing him plead for my cock had me right on edge. I was sweating, my ass pumping away while I used Evan’s gorgeous body to reach my own climax.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” Evan moaned. “Fuck, I want your cock! I’ll do anything for it!”
And that was all it took to send me over the precipice as I succumbed to my orgasm. With a final hard thrust and a cry that betrayed my need, I shot my cum all over Evan’s lower back while my dick was surrounded by the warmth of his ass cheeks.
“Ah yes,” I heard him sigh, as if my coming all over him satisfied his own visceral need.
I was trembling, breathing hard and fast, and I wanted nothing more than to collapse upon Evan and hold him close. Yet I resisted that desire, keeping myself upright as I slowly withdrew from him.
For the second time that night, I cleaned him up, my touch gentle. When I was finished, I moved to rise from the bed in order to toss the soiled cloth into the nearby hamper, but before I could, Evan sat up and was on me with a speed that made me gasp.
“Evan,” I began, unable to read the fierce expression on his face.
I couldn’t say anything more before he kissed me hard. His lips were so hungry, so demanding on mine, that I had no choice but to surrender completely, moaning all the while. His tongue invaded my mouth as though he was determined to claim it. My breath hitched in my chest at his ferocity, yet I allowed him to assume control while he buried his fingers in my hair, holding me fast. It felt like every cell in my body responded, sparking with pleasure. There was no denying him this, I realized. And I wanted it, too. God help me, I wanted it.
Finally Evan broke the kiss, leaving us both panting. His eyes searched mine as if to gauge my reaction. Was he afraid he’d gone too far? He had to see my desire for him; there was no way for me to hide it when my lips were swollen from the force of his fervent mouth on mine.
“I still can’t help but wonder why you chose me to be the one to show you these things,” I managed to whisper, not trusting my voice.
He pressed a hand to my face, his touch a tender contrast to that first kiss. “I know when I’m with you, like this…” His stare swept over our naked bodies. “I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. And I know you’ll take care of me, Drew.”
Pulling him into my arms, I lowered my lips to his hair. It was a mistake, I told myself, holding him to me like a lover. I knew we were quickly moving into territory that scared the hell out of me. It was a place I was desperate to avoid, and hadn’t I vowed I would never again leave myself vulnerable to someone like Evan?
And yet I didn’t let him go. Instead, I murmured, “We still shouldn’t rush things, but you don’t have to stay away so long next time. I don’t need that much space.”
Evan nestled up against me, burying his face in the crook of my neck, but I clearly heard the pleased smile in his voice when he said, “Good to know.”