Chapter 11
Eleven
Devon
“Well, I guess we know why Dancing with the Stars hasn’t called yet,” Johnny said as he plopped down on the couch.
“We are not made for dancing,” I said. “But it was fun.” We watched the rest of the movie, and it got more and more weird until the end and even then, it didn’t disappoint.
Johnny hopped up and held out his hand. “Help me start dinner.”
“What are we making?” I asked.
“Well, I noticed we have everything for tacos so why don’t we keep it simple,” he said and started taking everything out of the refrigerator.
“As you know it was one of the few things I knew everything we’d need, and that I knew I could cook if you couldn’t.”
“You can’t go wrong with tacos.” He started cooking the ground beef and directed me to chop the lettuce and shred the cheese while he fried the tortillas.
I typically hated cooking and avoided it anytime I could, but this was fun.
Johnny was in charge and when I finished one task, he gave me another.
Each one was easy and made it strangely exciting to see how it would all taste.
“I can’t remember the last time I had homemade tacos,” I said as I tore off sheets of paper towels to drain the tortillas.
“We should make them again with Mateo and Jeremy get here,” Johnny said.
“I forgot about that. Maybe we should go get supplies before they arrive so we can all stay as long as we want and enjoy it,” I said.
“That’s a good idea. I can make a list of what we’d need for a few meals, and we could send them a list too. It wouldn’t hurt them to pitch in.” He put the edge of the tortilla into the oil he’d heated in a pan and after making sure it was hot enough, put it in to fry.
“I like how you think.” We both worked together and started eating tacos as they were done.
It was very normal and probably boring or mundane to most people.
But for me it was normal and nice to spend time with my boyfriend and just do regular, boyfriend things.
Unable to resist I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For just being here,” I said.
“Did you think I wouldn’t want to spend time here?” Johnny looked up from the tortilla he was frying and snapped the tongs together.
“I wasn’t sure, but I’m really glad you did.” I watched as he took the tortilla out of the pan and set it on the paper towel before wrapping me up in his arms.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I’m really glad we came here.”
“I’m really glad you can cook,” I said and offered him a bite of a taco.
“Me too or we’d be starved by now.”
“I love you too.” I kissed him then and pressed my tongue into his mouth. Our food was forgotten as he turned off the stove without moving away from me.
We rarely had privacy on the road. Even when we shared a hotel room there was always the chance of a knock on the door or a frantic phone call about something that needed to be taken care of immediately.
But not here. It was just him and me, and lots of privacy.
“Fuck me, baby,” I groaned and humped his leg.
“You make it hard to say no, not that I’d ever consider saying no.” He panted as he spoke, and I licked his neck.
I sucked in a breath and held him by the shoulders.
“Don’t move an inch, I’ll be right back.
” He nodded just before I kissed him again and ran off to the bedroom pulling my shirt off as I walked into the bedroom.
Our bags were still packed so I hurried to find the lube and condoms and stripped off the rest of my clothes before walking back out to find him still standing where I left him.
“Well hello,” he purred and reached for me. “Anything I can do for you?”
“Bend me over the counter and fuck me,” I said, not wasting any time on chitchat. He spun me around as soon as the words were out of my mouth and pulled his pants down before smearing lube on me. The sound of a condom wrapper tearing had me squirming with want. “No prep. I want to feel all of you.”
His left hand gripped my hip while he guided his dick into me with his right. Slowly at first before pushing in as much as he could. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered before kissing my shoulder. He knew I loved being fucked hard, but he would never hurt me.
“More, baby, fuck me hard,” I grunted.
He kicked my feet wider then gripped both hips.
After circling his hips twice, he pounded into me so hard I was glad the counter was as sturdy as it was.
He didn’t hold back, and I tried to ignore how good it felt to keep up with him.
“Don’t you dare cum before me,” he growled in my ear and a drop of precum slipped out and dripped down my dick before he reached around and stroked me.
“We’re going to do this on every fucking surface in this place. I hope you’re ready because next time it’s my turn and I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I rambled and pushed back against him hoping I could hold out longer.
“Don’t cum, baby. I want you so fucking bad.
Every minute of every day that we’re not together is torture.
Having you here alone is everything I never knew I wanted.
You’re all I need and all I’ll ever want.
I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He came with a grunt and enough pumps on my dick for me to follow right behind him.
“I hope the shower is as big as it looks in the pictures,” I said when I could finally speak again.
“No time like the present to check it out.” Leaning forward he reached around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. “I noticed there’s a hot tub on the deck too.”
“A shower sounds great, and more tacos.”
“Oh, definitely more tacos. Come on shower then more food.”
“How do you feel about trying the hot tub later?” I asked. Everything was different here, and so far, I loved it all.