Easy Does It Twice (Till There Was You Book 1)

by Gianni Holmes

The seconds ticked by before he raised his head. He looked at my chest instead of at me. “I’m sorry,” he said then gave a shaky laugh. “Here you were so worried you would ruin everything, and I just did.”

  I couldn’t resist shifting my hips and showing him just how everything was not ruined. “Hey, we can do this another time,” I told him. “We don’t have to make love the first time we confirm our relationship.”

  He glanced at me then and lowered his head to kiss me. “I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve you, but I’m glad you’re mine.”

  If he had thought his tears had been a cold douse of water on our passion, he was mistaken. I kissed him back, feeling the saltiness of his tears on his lips. Cupping the back of his head, I released his lips and kissed his cheeks, chasing away the evidence of his tears. He shifted, his feet firmly planted on the bed, and while he continued kissing me, he moved up and down my rod. I groaned into his mouth, biting his lip at the sensation of his tightness clinging to my cock with each of his movements. I curled my toes under and fought to maintain posture.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned, running my hands over his back. “That’s so good, Beau.”

  “Yeah?” he gasped and rose so all but the tip of my cock remained inside his body. “And now? Do you like this now?”

  He was moving with more speed up and down my shaft. I clutched the bed sheets, blowing hard at the slapping sound of his ass cheeks into my pelvis. He reached down to roll my nipples between his fingers and that action intensified what I felt.

  He rolled his hips with each movement, rotating on my cock. He bit his lower lip, his face full of his enjoyment of our loving. The desire to lead overcame me and I took hold of his round ass. I squeezed and released his buns, loving the hard muscles.

  I rolled us over onto the bed, so he was directly under me. I removed my dick and reached for more lube. I coated the condom and dipped my index and middle finger into his hole. I fingered him harder than I had before. The way he had just bounced on my cock, he was not a delicate flower about to break.

  Still, I wanted our first time to be memorable for him. I didn’t want us thinking about his tears when we reminisced about this night. He raised his legs in the air, and I fed him my length. My balls clenched at the sight of my cock, red with excitement slipping into his hole. I’d used a lot of lube, and I slid right through until my balls bounced against the underside of his ass. He moaned and looped his arms around his legs.

  “You okay, Beau?” I asked him as I inched out.

  “Oooh,” he moaned and garbled nonsense that I took to mean he was quite fine.

  I couldn’t resist touching and caressing him as I worked my hips, pumping into him with slow, deep strokes. His moans filled the bedroom, mingled with my shallow breathing. Each plunge into him had the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

  “Oh God, Gordon!” he cried out and lost his grip on his legs. I caught them, wrapping them around me as I leaned forward to lie on top of him instead of kneeling between his legs. He locked his legs behind my back and captured my lips with his. We kissed hard, breathing into each other’s mouth. Our teeth knocked together, jarring. I sucked his tongue, deepening the kiss while I increased the pace I had set before. He wrapped his arms around my body and we grinded against each other, him raising his hips to meet each thrust.

  “Fuck, Beau you feel so good,” I groaned against his lips, forehead against his, staring into his smoky eyes as I continued thrusting into him. I loved hearing his breathy gasps and the deep moans that rumbled from his chest. I was further turned on by the way his tongue would lash out to lick his lips. Then he bit the corner of his lip, and his face scrunched up a little as I fucked him harder.

  With one last kiss, I raised off his frame and took his cock in my hand. I thrust deep into him, angling my hips the way I had done my fingers to set him over the edge. I cupped his sacs and massaged before running my hand back to grasp his cock. I pumped with my hand to match the rhythm of my hips.

  I stared down at this gorgeous man beneath me, moaning and writhing and knew this was what I had been created for. No, not to fuck but to become one with a man who I could feel creeping into my heart. There was a lot more I needed to know about him, and I was sure with time, I would find out. But, looking down at him, at his flushed body and the rapt wonder on his face, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.

  Mine. The word rolled around in my mind. Beau was mine, and after this, I couldn’t let him go. I didn’t care how my life would change. I needed him, I needed this between us. Not with anyone one else. Beau. Incensed with thoughts of this man, I pumped his dick faster and picked up the pace. I was driving into him so hard, but I kept watch of his face for any glimpse of discomfort. I saw none but the look of a man being satisfied the way he wanted.

  “Touch yourself for me, baby,” I told him, so caught up in our lovemaking that the endearment just sort of happened. I didn’t regret it one bit. I grabbed hold of his legs and draped them over my shoulders, firming my stance on the bed.

  “Gordon,” he choked at the first hard thrust ramming into his body. “Oh God! Do it again.”

  I was mindful of my strokes even as I gave him what he seemed to crave. At the back of my mind still niggled the little thought that I may hurt him. His moans and cries dispelled the notion. My thrusts were consistent and deep inside him. His hands pumped at his cock in rapid motions. “Fuck! I’m coming!” he groaned, his hand working even faster. I drove into him as far as I could go, hitting that spot that had driven him wild earlier. He gasped, his body stiffening. His eyes actually rolled over so I could see only the whites. His body jerked as though in convulsions. I was so caught up in the beauty of his climax I almost missed mine.

  The automatic clench and release hold of his ass tugged at my cock. One stroke. Two strokes. A thin stream of his cum shot in the air. I stiffened, clutching hard onto his thighs, my head thrown back, sweat beading my body. I clenched my teeth to stop the cry from my lips, but it didn’t work.

  “Oh god, Beau!” I grunted. Vaguely I felt his fingers tweaking my nipples. I shuddered against him and on the last minute, pulled out of him and ripped the condom off. I grasped my cock into my hand, pulling at the base and directed the stream of my cum onto his stomach. I pumped my cock again and groaned, my ass clenching as another spurt flew forward, spraying his chest.

  “Fuck!” I cried and slumped backward on my haunches to allow the shakes to disappear. I sighed in contentment, and my entire body turned to jelly. I glanced at Beau to see his reaction and found him smiling in languor.

  “Did you enjoy it?” I asked him, remembering his tears earlier.

  “Need you ask? We’ve made a mess of the bed.”

  I glanced down at us and reached for the towel. Now I knew why he had brought it although I hadn’t been sure earlier. I wiped up the stickiness of cum as much as I could but feared I did no better a job at it than before I tried to clean up.

  “That’s not going to help,” he said, taking the towel from me and pulling me down onto him for a kiss. I was lying on top of him, and he tangled our legs together. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me hard.

  “Thanks, it was amazing,” he said, his face serious. “And now we’ll take a bath, and we’ll be brand new again.”

  He climbed off the bed, and I didn’t miss his slight wince. I swallowed hard. I took the towel with me, and the condom wrapper and I trailed him into the bathroom. The space was much smaller than ours. I disposed of the waste materials while he ran the water to fill up the tub.

  I snagged him around the waist and pulled him into me with his back to my chest. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “Stay still and let me see to the bath.”

  I doubted his tub was big enough for both of us, but he insisted that it could work. We ended up with me climbing in first and then Beau sitting in my lap. I wasn’t complaining as it felt good having him so close to me. The water was warm and soothing and hopefully making his bum feel better.


  “This is nice,” he said, yawning and resting against my chest.

  I shook my head and smiled. “Do you always make it a habit sleeping after sex?”

  He tilted his head to grin sheepishly at me. “Pretty much but I’ll try to stay awake, so you don’t run out on me again.”

  “I promise I won’t,” I said, then lowered my voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Good.” He ran a hand over my thigh. “How was it?”

  “Hmm. Let me think.”

  He aimed a slap at my thigh which startled me more than hurt. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean to slap you!” he apologized, jerking back so suddenly that he splashed water over the rim of the tub onto the floor.

  “It’s fine,” I told him, puzzled at his reaction. I understood he was just playing. “Hey, come back against me. I like the way you feel so close to me.”

  His shoulders slumped, and he settled against me. Silence reigned between us and the minutes ticked by. I wanted to ask him about why he cried earlier. Why did he freak out just now because he had slapped me playfully? Did he think I would have been mad at him? I frowned, wishing I knew more about him.

  “I was kidding,” I said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t need time to think. I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone else. This is about the corniest thing I'll ever say but thanks to you, I understand now what the term heaven on earth means.”

  He fiddled with the water, creating small splashes that sometimes spilled onto the floor. I groaned. “Beau, if you don’t stop that, we’re going to have a mess to clean up when we get out of this tub.”

  He stopped but slumped heavily against me. I could feel the tension in his body. Whatever he was struggling to get out of his system, I wouldn’t like it.

  Chapter 15

  Beau

  “Gordon, I’ve something to tell you.”

  Behind me, I felt the shift in Gordon. I never planned to talk about this with anyone. I had hoped I could forget about it and move on in any relationship I found myself in. Nobody needed to know. But after the way I had broken down while we were making love, I believed I owed Gordon some sort of explanation. I didn't want him to think I had a breakdown for little reason. More so, I wanted him to know about me, and I hoped he would share his own secrets.

  “Beau, you don’t have to tell me a damn thing you’re not ready to,” he said. “God knows we all have some ugly secrets that we’re ashamed of.”

  “But I want to tell you. I want you to know why I cried while we were having sex.”

  “Were they happy tears?”

  I heard the hope in his voice and wished I could lie to him. I wouldn’t build our relationship on a lie. “No, they weren’t.”

  “Okay. Tell me when you’re ready.”

  It took me another five minutes to be able to formulate the right words and even then, I didn’t know there was a right way. “You know I’m from France. Right?”

  “Yes?”

  “Has it never occurred to you why my English is so good?”

  He shrugged. “English is becoming a global language.”

  “True,” I answered. “I was living in England for a number of years though. That’s where I went to college.”

  “Ah, now that explains it better.”

  I placed my hand on his thighs to hold on because I needed to feel grounded. It was good knowing he was close. “I told you that before college I only fooled around with some boys at my high school,” I expounded. “And that was true. I’d never really taken a lover until Ian.”

  He stiffened again. “It’s not necessary to tell me about a past lover, Beau.”

  I continued as though he hadn’t spoken. “I was young and foolish. Ian was an older English man who ran the coffee shop where I worked part-time to cover expenses on campus. When he started hitting on me, I was flattered, and it wasn’t too long before we were sleeping together. I won’t bore you with the details but basically what happened, I moved out of the dorm and in with him. Everything was great for a while. He had homes in France and Thailand as well so we would vacation there often. I brought him to meet my parents on one of our trips to France, and they were livid.”

  “They didn’t know you were gay?”

  I nodded. “I told them when I was fifteen. They were very supportive.”

  “They didn’t like this Ian guy then?”

  “No, they did not. We had a big argument, and I felt they embarrassed me in front of Ian and treated me like I was still a little kid. I left that day, vowing never to return unless they accepted Ian. Of course by the time I returned to England, I realized I had spoken too soon. But, with Ian in my ear, sometimes it was hard to decide what was best for me.”

  “Sounds like he was a manipulator.”

  “Of the worst kind. My parents weren’t forgiving people and they made it very evident if I were still with Ian, I wasn’t to return home.”

  “That’s pretty harsh.”

  “It didn't matter to me because I was in love.” I shuddered against him as the memories loomed. “After a few years, things got ugly. I discovered Ian was cheating. He liked young boys, fresh out of high school like when he met me. At first, he denied it, and for a long time, I didn’t know if I was right or wrong. When I finally confirmed it, he begged me not to leave and that he would change.”

  His hand tightened around me. He stroked my arm, and it gave me the courage to finish. “While I didn’t know if he was cheating after that, he turned abusive. We would get into fights for very little cause. At first, I would let him get away with it, but then I started fighting back. Only he loved when I fought back. He was much bigger and could easily overpower me."

  “Go on.”

  “I started teaching in England after college, and things got a little better. I suppose it was because I was busy and hardly had the time to notice when he was fucking around with other boys. A year and a half ago, I gave him an ultimatum. Either he treated me better, or I was going back to France. That was the last time we fought.”

  He kissed my back, feathering his lips down my back. “You got out. That’s the good thing. The son-of-a-bitch deserves a Louisiana beat down, but I’m just glad you escaped him.”

  “But not without the scars to go with it,” I said bitterly.

  “I’m sorry that happened to you.” I heard his heavy sigh behind me. “You know I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you, right?”

  I nodded. “I think so. You’re different, Gordon. I like that about you.”

  I turned which was hard to do in the narrow tub. A huge splash of water upended to the floor. I glanced at Gordon, horrified. “Shit. We will have a lot of cleaning up to do, won’t we?”

  “We?” He cocked an eyebrow. He ran his hands over my sides and cupped my ass. “That’s all on you.”

  We kissed then, a long sweet kiss that made me want to curse the need to come up for oxygen. I grinned against his lips at the silly thought. He rolled his eyes. “Here I am trying to start a little fire, and you’re laughing.”

  We lingered in the bathtub before Gordon decided if we didn’t get out we would become shriveled up men. We drained the tub, and while we helped each other wash up, I stole glances at what hung between his legs. There was nothing shriveled about his cock. No wonder my ass was still sore although having the warm bath had helped some. Gordon sent me to bed while he cleaned up the mess we had made in the bathroom. I couldn’t resist kissing him again before I entered the bedroom and changed the bedsheets. I felt happier than I had in a long time.

  I had just made the bed, keeping the covers turned down when Gordon’s phone vibrated next to me. I startled and glanced at the phone. A picture of his daughter flashed across the screen.

  “Gordon!” I called him.

  “Huh?” He poked his head through the bathroom door, still gloriously naked.

  “Your phone,” I told him.

  “Pass it here, will you?”

  I would have never touched it if he hadn’t as
ked. Ian had been paranoid about his phone but having learned what I did about his affairs, I now knew why. To think I’d even thought about marrying him. He was nothing at all like Gordon.

  “Shit, I missed the call,” Gordon said, then returned to the bathroom with the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder.

  I sat at the edge of the bed and frowned, feeling nervous. Would Gordon tell his kids about us and how would they think of it? I had no idea what the answer to those question were. I couldn’t ask him now either because it was way too soon. Our situation was also different than many. I was his daughter’s teacher. Maybe we could keep our relationship a secret until the new school term began and I would no longer be Charlotte’s teacher. That would subtract from some of the awkwardness.

  The bathroom door pushed open, and Gordon walked into the bedroom, looking unsure of himself.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, getting to my feet. “Is something wrong with Charlotte?”

  He looked weird. “Technically no.”

  “Then why do you look like you’re going to keel over?”

  “I need to go to the store,” he said with a groan and rubbed his hand over his face. “She needs some things from the store.”

  “Things?” I asked, confused. “Can’t it wait till tomorrow?”

  I shook my head. “Female things, Beau and no, she can’t wait till tomorrow. I need to get to the store.” Despite him saying it was urgent, he plunked his ass on the bed looking dazed.

  “You want me to go with you?” I asked to make it easier for him. He didn’t look like he knew where to begin.

  “Would you?” He looked relieved at my offer. “That’d be great.”

  I grimaced. “Okay, I’ll go with you, but I’m letting you know from now. I know nothing about getting feminine care products, so we’ll ask questions or I’ll text my best friend Élodie and ask while we are on the way.”

  We dressed and left the apartment, hand in hand. In his car, he drove with my head on his shoulder, and it was the most relaxed I felt in a while.

  “It’s weird getting used to all this,” he remarked, while we were on the way to the closest department store.