The Guy Next Door

Chapter 22

22

ZANE

W e spend another half hour tubing before heading back to my place.

I don’t know what’s gotten into us—we’ve spent the day together, but we can’t keep our hands to ourselves. Even in the shower, our arms are hooked around one another, our bodies locked together as our lips smack, our tongues teasing.

“Someone’s frisky,” Leif whispers against my lips.

“Not my fault. I was just chilling on our snow day, and then you said you wanted to fuck me.”

Leif grins.

“This position has me thinking about something we haven’t tried yet.”

He’s been so greedy for my cock, and I was so eager to please his ass, I hadn’t thought much about it until he said those words. I was totally fine with doing whatever he wanted, but now that he’s expressed this desire, it’s like my ass can’t wait to get my boyfriend inside me.

His hard cock pushes up against my torso, and I grab it and stroke. Clearly, the idea of fucking me gets him as excited.

“We’re never gonna finish this shower like this.” I turn off the water and snatch my towel off the rack.

We work together to dry each other off, but it’s such a fucking mess, and we’re only half dry as we step out of the shower.

“Fuck,” I say as desire courses through me, so overwhelming I think I might explode if I don’t get Leif inside me.

He glances around. “I should get some lube.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say, opening the cabinet under the sink and pulling out a bottle of aloe vera gel. I rub a glop on his cock and then give myself some before setting down the bottle and positioning myself with my hands on the counter, facing the mirror.

“Come on, Leif. I wanna see you fuck me like this.”

His eyes are wide, his expression locked in a smirk. He runs his hand through his wet bangs, moving behind me. I feel him lining up the head of his dick with my ass.

“Yeah, ease right in there,” I tell him, and he pushes.

I curse as he steadily enters, opening me.

Leif’s hands gravitate to my hips, one of his hands still wet with the aloe. Some water drips from my bangs and down my face as he slides farther in. He wedges right up against my prostate, like flipping a damn trigger that sends sensation rippling through me.

His gaze meets mine in the mirror. “How’s that?” he asks with an adorable-ass smile.

“Very, very nice.” I tremble as the words escape my lips, and Leif takes it as an invitation to push in farther.

I tighten my grip on the counter and push my ass back till I feel my cheeks against his pelvis, enjoying knowing that my man is filling me. I want to satisfy his curiosity. Want to be the best ass he’ll ever fucking get. Selfishly want to ruin him for any man who comes after me.

I take deep breaths, allowing myself a moment to relax, but even before I’m fully there, I rock my hips, back and forth, feeling the smooth motion against that sweet spot. As my eyes roll back, I catch him gawking at my expression.

“You like seeing what you’re doing to me?” I ask him, making a broader thrust. There’s a bit of a bite to it, but I don’t mind it.

“It’s fucking hot,” he says, starting to move with me.

We work together, creating a smooth rhythm between our push and pull. It takes some work to get my ass ready for him, but once we do, he picks up the pace so that with each thrust, a clap echoes through the bathroom.

I revel in the stimulation each time he pounds in, absorbing the shockwave of pleasure that surges through me as I get lost in the sound of those claps and our steadily intensifying breaths.

Leif leans down until his chest’s against my back. He kisses the side of my face, taking my cock in his hand and stroking as he shoves that dick back sharply.

“Fuck, Leif,” I call out.

He hits that spot just right again.

And again. And again.

I release the counter and lean back. Leif moves with me so that soon I’m standing. Behind me, he squats down, jerking me while kissing my neck and thrusting deep.

I watch in the mirror as my abs tremble with each thrust, my body a fit of sweet pressure and electric pulses.

“Bet you didn’t know I’d be as good a bottom as I am a top,” I say, which makes him snicker.

“So conceited,” he says right into my ear, the flash of heat tingling at my nerves.

“Damn right,” I say. “Here.”

He stops thrusting, and I pull off him. He looks surprised, disappointed even. I spin around, lifting myself so I rest my ass on the edge of the counter. Leaning back, I prop myself up so my elbows are on either side of the sink. I raise my legs, displaying myself for him.

“Get that cock over here,” I say, and he obeys.

As I figured, he’s the right height; this counter was made for us to fuck on.

When he’s all the way in, I hook my legs around him. It’s not intentional, just like my body isn’t willing to let that dick get away. Not now that it’s had a taste.

“Give it to me, Leif. Don’t hold back.”

His eyebrows jump up, like he’s fucking impressed. He drills into me, our gazes locked as heat surges through me, rushing to my face. He hooks his arms around my legs, keeping them in place as he fucks me. Each thrust sends me soaring higher and higher. My body buzzes with excitement, and I’m shifting so much that my elbow slips into the sink.

“Fuck,” I say, but Leif must’ve noticed because his arms are under me in no time. He pulls me up, lifts me off the sink and pushes me up against the wall beside the towel rack.

I hook my legs around him for support as he keeps fucking me.

Something about this angle makes him feel like he’s getting in even deeper, and each thrust is like he’s hitting the trigger to a web of nerves radiating out through my body.

Leif’s kisses are wild, a frenzy of licks, sucks, and nibbles. He’s out of control, and I fucking love it. As he pants, beads of cool water mixed with warm sweat drip onto my face and chest.

“You gotta come. I’m about to shoot,” he warns before nibbling at my neck.

The pressure’s so intense. With every slap of our flesh against each other, the urgency becomes that much more unbearable.

“I’m about to blow. Do it,” I say, which has Leif pistoning his hips like he was just waiting for permission. The intensity of his movements, how they strike that spot, is too much for me. I reach for my cock to end my agony, but before I can grab hold of it, my ass grips Leif’s cock as white streaks soar from the head, striking my abs. I throw my head back and redirect the hand I was going to jerk off with to his nipple, offering the subtlest of pinches.

Leif delivers a final thrust before I feel him swell inside me.

“That’s right,” I say, chuckling. “Come inside me, Leif. Come inside your short king.”

He gasps for air before snickering with me. I’m not sure if it’s from my comment or if it’s because he’s so stunned by what we just did…and how much he clearly enjoyed it.

He kisses me again, and we cling to each other, thanking one another for the experience with our lips and tongues.

When our mouths part, I rub my nose against his, loving how he’s still buried in me. “I think I needed that more than I realized.”

With that out of the way, we get back to cleaning off in the shower, and then we turn on a movie. As we lie in bed, with my arms and legs locked around him, his hands gravitate to my ass.

“That was lovely earlier,” he says. “Didn’t realize my power top would be such a power bottom.”

“Now that you opened Pandora’s box, you’re not gonna be able to stop.” I’m not playing either. It’s like my prostate was lying dormant, and now that he’s woken it, I’m already feeling like I want another go as soon as we recover from that first session.

He beams like he’s thinking the same thing. “And I noticed you just took a shower, and you cleaned that hole real good, but you didn’t go to the restroom.”

“Go to the restroom?” I laugh. “Is that you being discreet?”

“You have me inside you still.” His grin expands.

“I wanted to keep it a little longer.”

He scoots closer until his leg presses up against mine, then slides his hand down my inner thigh, back behind my balls. His fingers find my hole, which he massages gently.

“And you think I’m a pervert?” I say.

He pulls his fingers back to his face and gives a lick before returning them to the same spot. My ass clenches, my cock stiffening.

“Maybe that’s one of the things I’m attracted to,” he says, his voice lower than usual.

He slides his fingers away and grips my ass cheek, then offers a soft peck against my throat.

Despite the pleasurable experience we just shared, now so far from the afterglow of our fuck, reality creeps back in.

“So,” I say, “what you said earlier… Are you really ready for your parents to find out about us?”

He pulls away, tilting his head. “Why are you asking?”

“It was hot in the moment when we kissed in the neighborhood, but I don’t want you to do anything that’ll put you on bad terms with your folks. Especially right now.”

“I don’t think they’ll think twice about me going out with a guy.”

I chuckle; it’s a relief to hear. “But how about when they find out that guy is me?”

“But they like you. I can’t imagine they’ll have any issues with us seeing each other. Even if they did, they don’t get to decide who my boyfriend is.”

A vibrating sensation in my belly—that word still has an effect on me.

“Speaking of my boyfriend,” he adds, “there was something I was thinking about while we were sledding. You and I never really had a date.”

“We’ve spent plenty of time together.”

“No. Like a real, live, I-take-you-out-and-show-the-world-you’re-my-man kind of date.”

Again with that feeling in my belly.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good, because I was thinking, if the snow clears up enough that they’re open, we could hit up the Wyachet Nights of Lights tomorrow night.”

“I haven’t been.”

“Good. We can see the lights, grab some hot chocolate, maybe hop on the Ferris wheel.”

“I’d like that,” I say, gazing into his beautiful brown eyes.

We make out some more before taking a much-needed nap. About an hour later he returns home, and I start catching up on work, still reveling in the beautiful day we shared, and thinking about tomorrow night.

Throughout the day, it was easy enough to let go and enjoy my time with Leif, but as soon as he leaves, once again, I’m checking out the surveillance feed on the computer monitor, dragged back to the real world, one that isn’t only about Leif and me.

One where he’s still in harm’s way.

I take a sip of coffee, trying to cling to our day, but it seems the more I try to hold on, the faster it escapes.

Guilt courses through me. How can I allow myself to enjoy my time with Leif while my brother’s still missing?

He’d want me to be happy, I tell myself, but he’d also want to be found.