18. Reghan
18
REGHAN
I didn’t have to ask myself why Barrett calling me baby set me off, set my blood pumping the same way his hands did on my body. Another man could have said it to me, and it wouldn’t have landed nearly as hard as it did with him. I was in over my head and couldn’t find it in myself to give a fuck. When I had Barrett naked in front of me, nothing else mattered.
“Where's your lube?” I asked.
He tried to get it from the nightstand, but with the way I had my weight on him, he couldn’t move much, so I reached for the drawer.
“No!” he yelled and put his full strength into getting out from under me. I was so startled by him shouting that I rolled off, not sure what was happening. No way would I do anything he wasn’t ready for.
Was I reading him wrong? He was hard as hell underneath me and told me he wanted my cock. Something could have changed his mind though.
Barrett opened the drawer, plucked the lube out, and slammed it shut. When he turned back to me with the lube in his hand, he had the most confused look on his face. “What happened?”
“You tell me.”
“What?”
I shrugged.
“Jesus, did you get cold feet?”
“Excuse me?” What the hell was he talking about?
“Why are you acting like you don’t want to fuck me now?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face. “You yelled at me.”
“And?”
“What the hell is going on?”
His eyes widened, and then he burst into laughter. “Holy shit. Did you think I changed my mind? If you get any closer to the edge of the bed, you'll fall off. In fact, I’m surprised you haven’t already. We hardly fit on the thing.” His queen bed was way too small for both of us.
“I don’t know what to think, asshole.” Then I shoved him hard enough he actually fell off the bed in a loud thump to the floor.
“The fuck?” He stood slowly, the tube of lube still in his hand. “Did you just push me out of my own bed?”
“You’re being weird and yelled.”
He threw the lube at me.
He didn’t think I’d catch it though.
“Jesus, the reflexes on you.”
I held the tube between my fingers and grinned. I still wasn’t sure why he shouted at me, but at least I was winning. Maybe.
Barrett climbed onto the bed in all his naked glory, his cock no longer as hard as it was before. He didn’t stop moving until he was over top of me and plucked the lube from my hand. “Slide over. I don’t want a bruise on the opposite hip.”
Reaching for him, I brushed my fingers over his side where he landed on the floor. There was a red mark but no bruise yet. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t, but you’re going to when you fuck me.” He popped the cap and lubed up his fingers before adjusting himself on me. He sat up, legs on either side of mine. Dropping the tube, he leaned forward over me again and reached behind himself. His eyes slipped closed, and his lips parted. “The reason I didn’t want you opening the drawer was because I have stuff in there I don’t want you to see.”
“Well, now I need to know what’s in it.”
He moaned as he kept working his fingers into his ass. “Toys. I’m alone a lot.”
“You won’t be any longer.”
“More promises?”
“Yeah, because I keep them. I’m not sure what you think is happening here, but I’m not going anywhere. Jordan knows. I’m good.”
“And me?”
“Whatever happens with your work, Marshall will be taken care of.”
That had his eyes opening and him staring down at me. His fingers left his ass so he could brace his arms on either side of me. “Reghan.”Light-brown hair fell onto his forehead. I reached up to run my fingers through it, enjoying the silky feel.
“I know you think we were just fucking with each other since we met. Yeah, we were. I was pissed, you teased me, I got angrier, but now I know better. I see who you really are. If you think I’d sit by while you got fired and not help in any way I could, you’re way off base with me. I care. More than I should at this point.”
“Definitely more than you should,” he whispered. There was the tiniest tremble to his bottom lip. My words affected him, even if he tried to stop the reaction.
“I want to be right here with you. Only you.”
This time when his eyes slid closed, he squeezed them and took a slow, deep breath. “Reghan…”
“I’ve got you, Bear.”
He lowered his chest onto mine and buried his face in my neck. “I don’t want to wake up from this. For so long, it was just Mars and me. Now you’re here, and I don’t know how to fully reconcile you now with the you from before.”
My arms wrapped around him to hold him tight. “I’m still the same man. Much like you’re opening yourself to me, I’m doing the same. I was always here beneath the hard exterior you toyed with.”
“Yeah.” I felt his tongue lick along my neck. Small, uncertain little tastes that had chills breaking out over my skin. It was all he had to do for my cock to get back with the program.
“Why were you embarrassed about the toys?” I had to ask.
“It’s pathetic.”
“How do you figure?”
“I talk a big game, when all I do is fuck in a bathroom and come home to an empty bed and drawer full of toys. I wouldn’t bring men here because of Mars. He’d tell me not to worry about him, but it would be a shitty thing to do to have men in and out.”
“How many men are you fucking?” I barely held back the growl in my voice.
“Not as many as you think. It’s more when the urge strikes.” Then he lifted his head to peer down at me. His fingers gently traced along my cheek to my jawline. “No one’s ever been in this bed with me like you are.”
“I won’t take you for granted.”
“I know. Of all people, you protect the mafia boss and yet you’re the one I invited in.”
“Appearances can be deceiving.”
“No shit.” He chuckled. Then wiggled. Then thrusted. His moans returned. “Can we get back to what we were doing before you threw me off the bed?”
“Absolutely.” My hands coasted down his sides to the globes of his ass, where I gripped him and held him still so I could grind up against him.
“Jesus.” His head dropped down, reveling in what I was doing to him.
I held on to him and rolled us over, so I was on top again. While I could talk to him all night and had plans to do so in the future, right now, I wanted to be connected to him.
Getting to my knees, I lifted Barrett’s legs onto my shoulders and found the lube to put some on my fingers. He was partly stretched when I put two fingers inside him. I worked him open, watching him relax and eventually try to fuck himself on my hand.
I removed my fingers then slicked my cock. Positioned at his hole, I leaned forward, pushing his legs toward him, and slid inside, but only partway.
Barrett let out a long breath and relaxed against me. If he tensed, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get fully inside without forcing myself, and that wasn’t happening.
Inch by inch, I pressed in, stilling every now and then to give him time to adjust. I wasn’t small; he was right about that. I also never really focused on the size of my cock. I’d had men in the past go crazy when they saw it. I hated that shit though. I ceased to exist once they saw what I had. With Barrett, sure, he made a comment about it, but there wasn’t a point tonight when I felt like he was using me. He was as deep in this as I was, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
When I was finally buried deep, I took a moment to just breathe. He was a fist around me. It took everything in me not to pound his ass like my body begged me to.
His hand went to my neck to roughly pull me down, my lips meeting his. We were teeth and tongues and lips as I started to rock in and out of him. I released his legs, which immediately went around my waist.
“More,” he panted. “You’re not going to break me.”
“One day, I want to fuck you until that smart mouth of yours shuts up.”
“That’s a promise you better damn well keep.”
My hips snapped forward in response. His blunt nails clawed at my back as we shared our breath.
This moment was so big, such a long time coming, I wanted to drag it out for hours. The reality was so much better than anything I could have dreamed up. Barrett was strong and muscular, but he was also vulnerable and afraid. He didn’t need to speak every emotion he felt for me to understand just how monumental this was for him. It wasn’t lost on me how much trust he put in me.
Barrett tried to work a hand between us, but I didn’t want him to take care of himself, not while I was here. I pushed myself up and brought my hand to his cock, fisting him, and started to pump him in time with my thrusts. By some miracle, I was able to hold back from coming. The only explanation I had was because I had to take care of him first.
It wasn’t more than a few seconds before his body strung tight, and he shot between us. He called out my name, those chills breaking out on my skin again at hearing him. The way he moaned and let go as his orgasm took hold, it was a sight I’d never forget.
This was Barrett, my Barrett, and he was fucking beautiful.
Once I’d milked him good, I leaned back, hooked his legs over my arms, and thrust into him again and again. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Not the way his cum pooled on his stomach or the way his hair was sweat-slicked and stuck to his forehead. I fucked him until I came with a yell, never releasing him from my sight.
My breath sawed in and out, grounding me, and reminding me this wasn’t a dream. I finally had Barrett blissed out beneath me.
That smart mouth of his had no words to speak, but there was a wistful smile on his lips.
I withdrew slowly, my cum slipping from inside his body. Maybe we should have talked about condoms. I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and I never did this bare before him. He wouldn’t have risked me either.
When he reached between his legs and pushed my cum back inside himself, I knew he was fine with the way things played out.