Free The Boyfriend Experience by Alexis E. Skye Page A

with lust.
    “Oh god, yes!” Nate groaned with Darren’s powerful thrusts. “Ahh…”
    Nate gripped onto the armrest and began pushing his ass back to meet Darren’s thrusts. “Oh my god…”
    Darren’s hips collided with Nate’s ass and the wet sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room as Nate continued to roll his hips. Nate buried his face into the cushions, letting the soft material muffle his moans and whimpers. “Oh… oh…!”
    Darren’s hands roamed all over his back before resting on his ass cheeks. They gripped firmly, drawing out more cries of pleasure. Nate could feel the warm glow of his climax building and coiling in his body as his muscles began to tighten.
    “Ohhh… god…oh… yes! Oh god, I’m coming…,” Nate cried out, looking back at the man that was plunging into him as he came.
    Darren followed right behind him, spilling his load all over Nate’s back before collapsing on top of him.
    Darren reached for his hand, threading their fingers, and held on tight. He kissed Nate’s neck and shoulders, like he couldn’t get enough of him.
    “I love you,” Nate heard Darren say, breathlessly. “God, I love you so much.”
    Nate’s heart thumped in his chest when he heard Darren’s words. So many emotions warred against each other in his head that he couldn’t think straight. He closed his eyes when he felt the moisture begin to collect. He wasn’t quite sure if they were the tears of joy or sorrow.
    Darren took him again in the shower, pressing him against the steam-warmed tiles of the shower wall, lifting him clean off the ground as he rutted into him. All Nate could do was hold on to the man, like he was a leaf in the wind, as he drowned in the presence of the man and the ecstasy the man brought him.
    He blacked out briefly when his orgasm over took him, and by the time he came back to himself, Darren had lowered him back onto the floor. He was held securely in Darren’s arms and the man was washing his body lovingly as he pecked kisses onto his shoulders.
    That night, Nate lay sleepless in Darren’s arms even though he was dead tired from the sex they'd had. Darren’s words echoed loudly in his ears, and Nate could feel the tears coming back and threatening to escape.
    I love you too , Nate had wanted to say, but he was afraid.
    He was afraid of what it would mean.
    How did this happen? He was so careful.
    You broke your own rules , a voice said in his head. You need to get out, while you still can.
    But he didn’t want to leave. How could he?
    You’ll have to , another voice sounded in his head.
    No!
    Nate sobbed silently into the pillow as he felt his heart break into a million shards.
     
    * * *
     
    Nate woke up early the next morning and found himself, once again, at Pier 11 overlooking the East River. The water taxis zipped in and out of the slips, leaving nothing but a ripple that would eventually smooth out into nothing.
    Kind of like him. Walking through life leaving nothing but a few ripples.
    His eyes were swollen from crying himself to sleep, and the chilled air stung his puffy lids.
    So this was it, then. Nate took a deep breath to fight back the urge to cry again.
    He took his phone out of his coat pocket, and dialed a set of numbers he hadn’t had to call in a long time.
    “Hello?”
    “Darcy,” Nate said quietly. “It’s me.”
    “Ethan! Everything all right?” Darcy greeted happily but then he seemed to have sensed the ominous air from across the wires.
    “I’m ending this engagement,” Nate answered with a sniff of his nose. “I can’t… I… I need to get out.”
    “Ethan?”
    “Everything is fine,” Nate tried to reassure his agent. “I’m just… tired of this. I’m out.”
    “What do you mean, you’re out?”
    “I’m out. As in, I’m quitting.” Nate sighed. “Forever. Out of the game. Done.”
    “Ethan—”
    “Don’t. Don’t try and stop me.” Nate stopped Darcy before he could say more. “I told you when I signed on