Chapter 25
25
Conrad Strauss
W hit looks like an angel as he peers up at me. I stand over him, unable to look away as desire overflows from his forest green eyes. Eyes I can barely make out in the dark room, the only light spilling in from the hallway. My chest tightens, throat thick with emotion as I stare down at him, truly taking him in. My Whit. The boy who became a man and stole my heart. Who couldn’t be more different from me, yet his soul speaks to mine all the same. The one who has always looked at me like I’m his savior, whether he realizes he’s doing it or not.
But it’s not me who saved him.
It’s the other way around.
My life didn’t truly begin until that night we danced in the barn. The night Whit clung to me and let me lead him around the darkened space. The night he trusted me to keep him safe. The memory of that night flits through my mind as I gaze into his eyes. Whit in my arms, our bodies moving to the music, the stress wrapped around his every bone withering away with each beat that passed. Our very first dance. He was newly eighteen, and I was way too old for him and had no business trying to be there for him in any capacity. I was drawn to him, even back then, even before I really understood it.
He looked so distressed, so lost, standing in the middle of the barn in the dead of night. Feet pacing the length, a sadness filling his eyes that I’d never seen before from him. The sight made me immediately want to help him not look that way ever again. Truth be told, I don’t think I’ll ever fully know what came over me in that moment when I took him in my arms and started dancing.
It’s something my mother used to do with me when I was little. When I’d had a bad day or a nightmare or was feeling sad, she’d let me stand on her feet with my arms wrapped around her hips as we danced to whatever music she had playing because she always had music playing. Catherine Strauss was a beautiful woman with a soul brighter and more pure than anyone I’ve ever known. She was fearless and loving, and she lit up every room she ever walked into.
There is so much about Whit that reminds me of her, even to this day. She had an innate way of bringing out a side of my father that not many people saw. A silly side, playful. Much like Whit has always done with me; something I didn’t realize was true until years later. Whit softens something inside of me, but only for him.
Seeing him so visibly upset, something fierce washed over me, and I did the only thing I could think to do—comfort him. It’s silly, and could’ve ended up horribly, but it worked. He calmed down, and after that night, we danced under the stars or in the middle of my kitchen late at night or in the living room like we just were dozens upon dozens of times.
“How do you always manage to do that?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
My brows pinch. “Do what?”
“Make me feel so safe and seen.” It’s raw. One sentence filled with so much vulnerability and honesty that it nearly chokes me. “Every single time you look at me, it’s like you truly see me. It’s like you know exactly when my mind is too loud, or when I’m feeling anxious, and you save me from myself. How do you do it?”
“It’s easy,” I murmur, bringing my hand up to his cheek, thumb softly brushing along the flushed skin.
“How?”
“Because I love you.” My heart thrashes inside my chest, even though it’s not the first time tonight I’ve admitted that. “And there’s nothing I want more than to take away your pain.”
Leaning down, my lips find his once more. It takes no time at all to heat up. Whit is putty in my arms. Before I know it, we’re nothing more than needy hands and famished lips, both of us clinging to one another. My fingers find the hem of his shirt, and I pull my mouth away just long enough to tug the material up and over his head. Letting it fall to the floor haphazardly, I dip my head down and place open-mouthed kisses all along his shoulder and neck, loving the way he trembles under my lips.
Pleasure zips through my body with every sweet sound coming out of him, my heart pounding so hard, I can feel it in my throat. Whit lifts his arms to remove my shirt next, letting his hands unabashedly roam over the broad expanse of my chest. He looks mesmerized, his eyes darkened behind his glasses and his lips parted ever-so slightly. Peering up at me, I can’t help but be in awe of him. My heart skips a beat.
I drop down to my knees as my fingers sink into the waistband of Whit’s pants. Glancing up at him, finding a staggering amount of lust in his eyes, I work them down slowly, until he’s stepping out of them.
He’s already hard, his cock jutting out, practically begging to be touched. His rosy-pink tip is slick with his arousal, and I can’t help myself. I flick my tongue over the slippery slit, gathering up all the pre-cum, relishing the broken moan that slips past his lips.
“Connie,” he rasps, voice nearly unrecognizable with how husky it is.
My lips curl into a grin before they close around the tip. Sinking down, I take more of him with ease, his eyes rolling back as I suck him to the back of my throat. I cup his firm, beautiful balls, rolling them in my palm, never once taking my gaze off him as I swallow him down. There’s something so undeniably sexy about watching Whit melt under my tongue.
His legs tremble the harder I suck him, the moans getting louder by the second, and when he grabs ahold of the back of my head and thrusts all the way into my throat, I nearly come on the spot. I let him guide my mouth, mostly because it’s so unlike him, just proving how turned on he is that he just can’t help himself. Whit fucks my mouth, but as soon as I can tell he’s getting close, I pull off, and have to bite back the smile that wants to shine through at the pout on his face at the loss of my touch.
Standing to my full height, I tip my chin toward the bed. “Get on,” I tell him as I shove my pants down and step out of them.
He does as I say immediately, but I don’t miss the way he watches my every move. His eyes drop down, taking in the sight of my stiff cock standing proud, and he licks his lips. I’m not even sure he’s aware he did it. My body lights up everywhere he looks, the weight of his stare like a physical caress. I love it. After a few moments, I climb onto the bed beside him and lie down.
“Come sit on my face,” I husk, loving his surprised expression.
“W-what?”
I chuckle huskily. “You heard me, kitten. Toss that leg over and let me eat that sweet little cunt before I sink into it with my cock.”
A brilliant shade of red overtakes Whit’s cheeks and chest as he chews on his bottom lip.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” I threaten, a smirk tugged on my lips. “Get that ass on this face now .”
Finally, he lets out a deep exhale and swings his leg over my head. I lie my head back down on the bed as he kneels over me, facing my feet. Placing both hands on the top of his thighs, I don’t give him a single second more as I pull him the rest of the way down. Whit gasps, his palms coming to sit flat on my chest as I take a bite out of one of the firm, round globes.
“Fuck, am I gonna enjoy this,” I growl, excitement and undulated arousal flooding my system as I dive in. First, with my nose, dragging the tip of it along his crack, breathing in Whit’s essence and cataloging his musky, earthy aroma to memory once again, wanting to live here for all of eternity. Pointing the tip of my tongue, I circle his hole, feeling it pucker against the touch. He breathes out a long, guttural moan as I do it again.
Spreading him open with my hands, giving me a wider access, I lap him up like a starved man. From his ball sack to the very tip of his crease, not a single inch is untouched by me. I can’t get enough, especially when I feel the blunt tips of his fingernails digging into my chest as he cries out for more.
Whit grinds back onto my face, taking what he needs from me, and it’s the sexiest thing he could do. He’s getting greedy, and I fucking love it. He surprises the hell out of me when he leans forward and grabs a firm hold of my cock, lowering his mouth onto the tip as he continues to ride my face shamelessly.
My chest rumbles with a groan, feeling his tongue swirl around. “Fuck, that’s it, kitten. Get my cock nice and wet for you. Such a good boy.”
Sucking on a finger and getting it nice and wet, I bring it up to his hole, applying a little pressure as I use my other hand and stroke his dick. I feel him bear down on the digit as I slip past the tight muscle. Easing in a little farther, I fuck him with it before adding a second one to the mix, and then a third. He’s rocking against my hand quicker now, his moans vibrating all the way down my shaft and into my balls.
After a few minutes of playing, I withdraw my fingers, unable to wait any longer. I need to be inside of him now , or I may combust. Whit must feel the same because he spins around and crawls down my body, crashing his mouth against mine. With a groan, his tongue swoops into my mouth, tangling with mine as he grinds on top of me.
“I need you,” he rasps against my lips in between kisses. “Connie, please.”
Flipping us so I’m on top of him, I reach over into the nightstand, and rummage around until I find the bottle of lube that’s shoved in there. Sitting back, I crack open the lid, pouring a generous amount directly on my cock and spreading it around before bringing my fingers to his hole, making sure it’s nice and slick.
My pulse races, and I can’t believe we’re about to do this. I’ve dreamed about being here with him again so many nights, it almost doesn’t feel real. Tossing the bottle onto the bed beside us, I push his legs back and line myself up. Whit’s cock twitches where it’s lying against his stomach, and when I glance up at his face, I’m met with pure desire. It’s a potent shot of arousal straight to my core.
“Whose cunt is this?” I ask huskily, teasing his hole with the tip of my cock.
He doesn’t even have to think twice. “Yours.”
“Such a good boy,” I growl, my chest filling with pride. “It’s always been mine, hasn’t it?”
He nods, lips parting on a breathy moan as I ease the tip past his tight muscle. His heat surrounds me, and I have to give myself a minute before sinking in deeper.
“That’s right, kitten.” I reach down, taking his cock in my hand, and I pump it slowly as I ease my length in another inch. “It’s mine, just like my cock has always been yours. Even when you were with him, you were mine. This”—another inch—“was mine .”
Whit groans, deep and throaty, his eyes rolling back, as I sink in the rest of the way. “Always been yours,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around my wrist and squeezing. “I’ve never…” He lets out a breath. “Not without you.”
I pause movement, my heart stuttering. “What are you saying?”
Whit meets my gaze. “I’m saying, I’ve never let anybody inside my body before, except you.”
Silence falls on us as I process his admission. “What about?—”
“We never did anything penetrative,” he offers, cutting me off from having to say his name. “It was never something I felt comfortable doing, or had any desire to, so I didn’t.”
Pleasure zips through my body as it all sinks in. Nobody has ever had Whit the way I’ve had him.
Swallowing harshly, I pause for a moment. “I’ve never been with anybody either,” I admit.
He blinks at me. “At all?”
“Whit, I haven’t even looked at another person in that way since that night we danced in the barn.”
Mouth opening, then closing just as quickly, his throat flexes as he swallows. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me,” I growl. “I have always been yours, and that has never changed. There is nobody for me on this earth except for you.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to. I can feel it; feel everything unsaid between us.
A smirk tugs on my lips as I pull out to the tip, then sink home again. Whit cries out, and I feel his tight hole constrict around my cock. Something carnal and lecherous crashes into me, and if I thought I needed Whit before, it has nothing on the need flooding my system now.
“You like my cock in your tight little cunt?” Tossing one of his legs over my shoulder, I lean down, bringing a hand beside his head. “Like feeling me fuck you, kitten?”
“Yes!” Whit cries out, a string of long, low moans. “Yes, fuck, yes!”
“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you scream for me. Let me hear how good I give it to you. How nobody has ever given it to you except me.”
My hips slap against his ass, my thrusts hard and quick as I pound into him. His gaze is locked on mine as I fuck him, his full pink lips parted in pleasure, cheeks flushed, and his forehead slick with sweat. I can’t think straight; being inside of him feels good. Too fucking good. I grab ahold of the headboard, fucking him harder, the new position dragging along his sweet spot, making him moan louder.
He throws his head back as his muscles tighten. His hands fisting the sheets beneath us as he cries out. “Oh, fuck! D-don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh, god!”
And that’s when I feel it—a hot, sticky mess splashing my stomach. He came untouched. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Oh, fuck, you’re going to make me come,” I groan, his release acting like a detonator for my own as I feel my balls tighten up and my body tingles. I dip my head down, sealing my mouth to Whit’s just as it hits me. My tongue finds his right as my cock throbs, spilling inside his tight, hot hole. His ass squeezes and milks every last drop from me until I can barely breathe.
Whit’s hand comes up, cupping my cheek, the touch so damn tender as he kisses me again, even softer than before.
After a few moments, I roll off Whit and walk into the bathroom, coming back out a moment later with a warm washcloth to clean Whit up with. As soon as I toss it in the hamper and climb back into bed, he immediately finds his place in my arms. Neither of us says a word, but we don’t have to. We’re both feeling it, I know it.
This couldn’t have been any more perfect, and getting to fall asleep with him tucked under my chin is the icing on top of the cake.