Chapter 26
I FOLLOW VALE OUT of the shower, grabbing a towel to carefully and slowly start drying him off, my lips landing on any part of his skin that’s close by, kissing those spots even slower.
Quality check, making sure I’ve done my due diligence, and spending extra time on anywhere that gets him humming or has his hands scratching at my biceps.
If he thought I was being clingy before, now that we’re alone, I’m not letting him go tonight.
We had an incredible dinner, started watching one of the Scream movies, and then Vale leaned to my ear, whispering, “Wait down here. Give me ten minutes, and then come shower with me?”
That’s all I needed to hear.
And when P é rez offered me his fist for a brotherly bump as I stood up, a huge smile on my face telling him and Kat everything I was hoping would happen, I gave it to him, bumping mine to his.
Told him, “Thanks, bro,” when he said, “Have fun, papi. Oh, and check the drawer in the nightstand on the right. Left y’all something. ”
This has been the best day I’ve had in a long time. And now I get to cap it by putting my boyfriend over my shoulder and carrying him out of the bathroom and toward our bed, holding on to his legs and bare ass as he’s probably getting a good view of mine.
“Ya, g ü ey,” I groan through my teeth when his hand lands a smack on my left cheek right before I gently toss him onto the mattress, watching him bounce.
“Looks like the cheeks on your face aren’t the only ones that have dimples,” he teases.
“ That’s muscle. Firm footy cheeks.”
And then I take a minute to just admire at him lying here in front of me, looking so perfect, before crawling over him until my lips land on his.
Even after all the kissing at the river and while making dinner and during our shower, it’s not close to enough.
Every time I look at his lips, I need a thousand more kisses from him. Hours and hours more.
“So, that conversation we were having,” I start after I’ve forced myself to come up for air.
The feeling of his hand stroking me while I’m trying to say something is an even bigger distraction I’m trying to fight against. “Not that we have to do more than our usual tonight, or even that, but if you’d be into it—”
“I didn’t bring my prep supplies for nothing,” he answers and then bites down on his bottom lip, sucking it in, hand still going just slow enough for me to keep me my focus. “Or spend those ten minutes earlier using them for nothing. I want you, Gabi. All of you.”
“I want you too, Vale.”
I’ve held it together all day. Even in the shower, I didn’t want to go too far too quickly.
Had to force Vale up from his knees before I hit that point of no return.
But now, hearing him say those words, I’m not holding back.
I start making out with Vale heavy, drinking in every whimper as his legs come up and around me, my dick landing perfectly at the crevice of his ass, grinding and gently nudging.
My mouth goes to his neck, wanting to leave a few marks.
And when I’m happy with my work there, I slowly make my way down his body, spending time on every part of him I know undoes him.
I love everything about this. The way he says my name in that moan-filled voice as my tongue slides back and forth over his nipples.
How breathy he gets when I go down his stomach.
The way he laughs when I kiss his sides and he gets ticklish.
I don’t know how long I’m at it; maybe five minutes, maybe a whole hour until I’m finally at his ankles and toes and then going back up to his lips again.
I kiss him like my life depends on it. I kiss him like I want him to know how free it makes me feel.
Philosophy’s the last thing I want to think about right now, but if my bisexuality is so much of the world waiting for me outside the cave I’ve been locked away in, his lips are the sun.
His laugh and smile are the sun. His skin is the sun. His ass is the sun. Vale is the sun.
“I’m addicted to you. You know that? I need you.”
“You have me,” he says softly, his hand at my face and thumb going over my lips.
His hand comes down to my chest, gently pushing me away.
And a shameless whine comes out of my mouth that makes him laugh.
But before I can try to go in for more, he’s telling me, “Get comfortable,” and follows me as I settle on my back.
And then taking his own however-long-his-lips-need on all his favorite parts of me.
Once he’s gone from head to toe too, he goes back to what’s at least one of my favorite places for him to give attention to, his head landing right at my lap. And I watch him slowly take me in his mouth with a technique that dares me to try to hold back. To keep any kind of control.
With all his tricks and moves and figuring out exactly what ignites every single nerve, I couldn’t even if I tried.
More kissing while I take the briefest of minutes to recuperate, tasting me on his tongue.
I try to keep making out with him while blindly reaching over to the small nightstand drawer next to the bed, feeling for the handle, and trying to find— got it .
A bottle of lube. A big bottle of lube. And a note taped to it in P é rez’s handwriting: In case you didn’t bring any .
“This will come in handy.”
And then my mouth goes to one of my favorite places on Vale that I ignored the first time, because I wasn’t going to be able to control myself.
I eat him out like he’s my first meal in weeks.
Like his ass is that fucking orzo. The only reason I don’t spend all night like this is because I catch him whimpering, “More . ”
“I got you, baby. Don’t worry.”
I turn him onto his back, lubed-up fingers slowly and one at a time going inside him.
I take my cues from him, listening to his breaths and getting small nods, starting at a calm pace like always.
But this time’s different. This time isn’t just fingering him until he sees God and his legs are shaking. It’s making sure he’s ready for more.
Still, though, I’m going to give him all the maneuvers I’ve learned . The ones that make his eyes roll back and get me some angelic whines. Nothing has yet to beat the sight of my fingers prepping his hole and watching him lose himself because of me. How he gets more and more needy.
“I’m ready,” he says, his voice breathy.
Never mind. I think I’m about to find another sight that’s going to be my all-time favorite. But— “I … I don’t want to be bad at this,” I admit, a wave of nerves waiting until this very moment to hit me. “I don’t want it to be bad for you.”
“It won’t be. You— There’s no way you could be. Just make sure to use more lube than you think you need. You’re not small.”
“Oh yeah?” My head perks up and I know the cocky grin I’ve got on my face has him regretting saying those words and hyping me up.
“Don’t pretend like that’s brand-new information. Like no one’s ever told you or that you aren’t putting a lot of trust and faith into something or someone every time you put on shorts. My jaw’s never been stronger.”
“Do I need to stretch you out more?”
“No, I … I’ll be fine. I promise. I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“Well, if it feels like it’s too much. Too big, even, just tell me, and—”
A pillow hits me in the face as Vale says, “I’m regretting telling you this.”
I laugh, holding his arm and the pillow down, kissing his cheek, down to his lips. “I’m being serious, though. I promise I am. I want to make you feel good.”
“You will. You always do.”
I settle between Vale’s legs as he puts that pillow underneath him, and I take those legs, placing them on my shoulders.
And, true to every single hypothetical about this moment I’ve ever thought, Vale does indeed look so good with his legs on my shoulders.
Seeing that hole stretch around me, feeling it let me in, there’s no doubt he officially checks off everything on that list and then some.
“Holy— Fuck, Vale. Baby.”
“Gabi.”
He is the sun. This is what it is to be in the sun.
This softness, warmth, tightness. It’s like discovering the feeling of sunlight hitting my skin for the first time.
Hearing him, looking at him, kissing him, all the while being inside him.
Looking down and seeing the two of us connected, looking at all of him, at us, and being so certain that this is the sight that will never be beat.
This is knowing with my whole heart and soul that what I feel for Vale is good and right and love and wholeness.
A part of me was scared for this exact moment. To give and be given so much. Knowing that there’s no way I’m going to be able to go back afterward. To pretend. To walk back into that cave with my hands held out, asking to be chained back up.
Every stroke gets more and more intense.
Deeper. Every breath gets heavier and heavier.
Every yes and right there and Gabi he lets out.
Every baby that comes out of my mouth and “I love you” I barely hold in as we lock eyes and I get lost in those beautiful brown universes.
Every creak of this fucking wooden bed that’s telling the whole river what we’re up to is something worth fighting for.
Hearing Vale struggle for words, smiling as he tells me he’s close as my hand strokes him and watching him finally lose himself entirely has me coming right behind him, inside him.
I fall on top of him, chasing that orgasmic bliss like a high that keeps going as I slowly keep rocking into him and he gently scratches my back while even more gently kissing any part of my head and face his lips can reach. My arms go around his back and I hold him, breathing hard into his neck.
He’s got all of me now.
And it’s perfect.
Being in this room, away from the rest of the world, makes me feel like I could be brave. He makes me feel like I could be brave.