Chapter 38
Theo O'Keefe
We must’ve fed the beast because we got clearance to return to our apartment. I mean, Jamal’s place—but I want this to be more than temporary. It’s late by the time we get home.
Jamal heads straight to the bedroom, but I stop him and haul him on top of me on the couch. His braids hang down and curtain his face. It’s so hard to find the right words, so I kiss him.
“We could do this in bed.” Jamal searches my eyes, wondering if I’m okay.
“I need to tell you something first.” I steel myself.
Jamal’s face turns serious, which makes me more nervous that I’ll fuck this up again. “I seriously don’t know why you’re with me.” Oops, that was an inside thought.
“If you’re trying to get rid of me, I won’t make it easy,” he teases.
“See, even when I’m a dick, you’re nice.” I wrap a couple of his braids around my finger.
“Theo, I see you. Whatever is going on in your head, you’re beating yourself up. I don’t need to be mean. You’re terrible to yourself.” He tilts his head so I can twist the braids right up to his skull.
“I’m sorry.” My throat is tight, and it’s hard to get the words out. “The thing is that I love you.” Before I can finish, he’s kissing me with both hands on the sides of my face.
His electric smile jolts my heart.
“Let me finish.” I playfully tug his head sideways.
He turns his lips in, giving me a chance to talk.
“I freaked out when you said you love me. Totally a me problem, but it’s hard to accept and feel deserving of.
I can’t remember the last time someone told me they love me.
Sarah will say it in passing, but it’s more of a friendly ‘I love you, bro’ than a declaration. ”
His muscles coil with anticipation, hoping I’ll say those three words. I’m so lightheaded but speak from my heart.
“Honestly, I’m still convinced you won’t be able to put up with me for long, but I trust you and I love you more than I thought it was possible to love another person. I’m probably going to do it wrong, and—”
Jamal silences me with another passionate kiss. “As long as you love me, we’ll figure it out.”
“Aren’t you the one who said loving someone isn’t enough?”
“No, I said you have to show them and tell them. You’ve been showing me every day how much you want to be with me. Coming out, taking risks, going on national TV and calling me your boyfriend. The list goes on. You show me, Theo, and I believe you.”
I bite his shoulder. It’s my favorite place to sink my teeth into when I can’t get my words out.
“Would it be a bad time to tell you that I bought you something?” I really, really should’ve asked first.
“Theo, you don’t have to buy me things to show me you love me.” He returns the favor and bites my shoulder.
“I know,” I say, but gifts are a great way to express my feelings. “This might be over the top.”
Jamal sits up with his ass pressing on my dick. Not helpful. “What?” he asks warily.
“I kinda sort of bought you a new mattress. The same brand as the one at John’s apartment.” I wince, waiting for his disapproval, but his expression is…timid, embarrassed; I can’t figure it out, but I wait for him to respond instead of jumping in saying it’s not a big deal.
“Sooo…” He pauses and looks away.
“You can keep it after I move out,” I blurt out.
“My lease is up in December, and I thought if we like living together, maybe we could find a bigger place. Together. Me and you.” The last few words are slow and deliberate, like he’s not sure I understand him.
“Wait?! What? Where would we go? Your friends live here.” Everything comes out rapid-fire.
“First, do you want to keep living together?” he asks.
I fist his shirt and pull him down. “Damn right I do.” Fireworks explode in my brain, moving outward.
He laughs into our kiss. “We don’t need to decide everything tonight. What part of the city do you want to live in?”
“Nowhere near Park Ave. I honestly don’t care as long as I’m with you.” I sound cheesy, but his eyes light up.
“It’s been a long day. Let’s go to bed.”
“We are not sleeping.” I slap his ass to get him moving.
“I was ready to strip you naked as soon as we got home. You’re the one who wanted to be all romantic and tell me you love me.” He flings his shirt off as he walks.
“Maj, that could possibly be the least romantic way to tell you, but I’m not gonna argue.” I’m tossed on the bed before I know what’s happening.
“Good. We’re celebrating. Top or bottom?” he asks, and I shiver in anticipation.
“Bottom.” I roll off the bed and make a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up. He’s naked and stroking himself when I return. “I really want to sit on your dick.”
“Come here,” Jamal says, but I’m already crawling toward him. The bottle of lube is open next to him. He takes me in his arms and kisses me until I’m ready to explode.
“Will you choke me tonight?” We’ve done some research, and I’m dying for his hand on my throat. I pour lube on his fingers so he can open me up.
“Anything you want.” He sits up to get a better angle.
Jamal’s become so familiar with my body, he doesn’t have to be careful. He knows an edge of discomfort gets me off faster.
“Ready?” he asks, and I wordlessly straddle his lap as he removes his fingers.
I notch his tip and use my body weight to sink all the way down. He makes a strangled noise, caught between it feeling so good and fearing I’ll hurt myself.
“I love you.” I lean in to taste him. His lips are swollen from our kiss, and I can’t get enough of his addictive taste.
“I love you so much.” He chases my lips as I straighten to ride him.
“Show me.” I place his hand on my neck and groan.
When I pick up the pace, the bed frame hits the wall. If I gave a shit, I’d brace my hand on the wall, but we’d have to rearrange ourselves and he’s filling me so good.
“Ride me hard enough to dent the wall.” Jamal tightens his grip on my neck and uses his other hand to guide my hip.
All the soreness from the game disappears as I press against his hand and fuck myself on his cock.
“Tell me you love me again,” I order.
Jamal cuts off my supply of air for a second, and I’m dizzy. He thrusts up, bracing his feet on the bed. “Theo. I. Love. You.” Every word is punctuated with a slide against my prostate. His eyes glow with intensity, and I feel his words in every cell in my body.
“I’m close,” I pant.
“Slow down?” Jamal asks as beads of sweat form on his forehead.
“I can’t,” I grit out, and he grins.
This man is going to make me come untouched. Fuck. My body is so on board for this.
“Be a good boy and hold on a little longer,” he coos, and I gurgle an agreement.
Every other plunge inside me, he squeezes my throat and stars float in my vision. He’s so beautiful, dark skin glistening with sweat and fierce determination on his face.
My ass contracts around him as I’m about to come. “Good boy.” Jamal cuts off my air again and lets go as I fade into darkness. “Come for me.” He takes his hand off my hip and catches my release.
I’m shaking with the magnitude of it. Jamal whispers in my ear, but the words don’t penetrate my pleasure-soaked brain. Little tremors rock me as I come down from my high.
Jamal brings his fist to his mouth and licks my cum. His pink tongue laps it from his dark hand, and I moan gibberish at the sight. He works his tongue around until he’s satisfied he’s eaten it all.
I eagerly kiss him to taste myself, but he shares my cum with me, pushing it into my mouth. My hands cup his face as we explore each other. I rock back on his cock, realizing he hasn’t come yet.
His palms slap my ass cheeks, and he bucks up, fucking unrestrained. All I want is to be the one who makes him come. The cords in his neck strain, and his pace falters as he fills me.
We’re panting and kissing and touching each other everywhere. Even with him inside me, I need more. I’m afraid I won’t get enough.
“I got you something.” Jamal reaches over to our nightstand and pulls out a stainless-steel butt plug.
If he hadn’t milked me dry, I’d shoot another load.
“You want to keep my cum?” He bites his bottom lip as if he’s unsure, but it’s exactly what I need.
My head nods like it’s not totally attached to my body. “If hockey goes away, I’ll be okay,” I murmur. “It’s you I can’t live without.”
“Kitten.” He brings our foreheads together. “You’re the only one for me. Forever.”