Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
At last, Stef turns to open the door. I follow him in through another door to his ground-floor flat, which overlooks the street and the private garden opposite, kept secret by its black wrought-iron fence. Following his lead, I step out of my shoes in the hallway and look into the room opposite us.
The tall wooden shutters are folded back in the main reception room to let in the late-afternoon light through the paned windows.
Everything feels serene and comfortable in here too.
Tidy. There’s a book and a green wool blanket on the sofa, where he must have been a moment ago, reading something on Greek archaeology.
A large marble mantel is opposite the sofa.
I turn to Stef in the hallway, appraising. He’s gorgeous as ever, but he’s hanging back, watching me like he’s reading me for clues too. Stef’s hands are in his pockets as he leans against the doorway.
I set my bag down, then mirror his pose and lean into the wall. “This is what we’re gonna do tonight, hmm?”
“I’m trying to decide.”
“What’re the options?” I murmur, tilting my head, my expression as serious as his.
“Standing here some more. Sitting down. Kicking you out.”
“Interesting set of choices.”
“I know.”
“Still upset about the duke?” I ask.
“Yes. Not just the duke.”
I press my lips together. “Oh?”
“It’s everything.” Stef shrugs a shoulder, troubled. “But I’d be lying if the duke wasn’t a factor.”
“Ah. Easy, then.”
“It’s a real problem.” Stef at last straightens, moving ever so slightly closer. “Especially…”
“Especially…?” I try.
Chewing his lower lip, he reaches out a hand to trace his fingers over my jaw. I shudder, hypersensitized to him. I nip his fingers when he lightly touches my mouth.
“Especially since all I want to do is kiss you,” Stef whispers, searching my eyes. His fingers slide to the back of my head. “And more.”
Ever so slowly, I lean in, brush my lips against his.
He sighs, his lips warm and yielding, while he buries his fingers in my hair.
I lean into his hand for a moment, then kiss him more deeply as his mouth opens, and I taste him with my tongue.
I slide my hands around him and grip his waist, then tug him closer by his belt loops.
“Wait…” Stef says a moment later, putting his hand on my chest, his expression searching.
“Necromancy?” I ask, peering at him with a smile. “You just need to say the word.”
He laughs, then sobers. “Theo. Honestly. I don’t know what to do or think or feel. You… you’re… I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“What do you want, gorgeous?” I whisper. The last thing I want is for him to feel bad. “Let me give it to you… however you want it.”
“Cheeky.” Stef shakes his head, catching my face now between his hands. “It’s not so easy…”
“Tell me. Show me what you want.” My voice is low in my throat. I’m utterly captivated by him. It’s impossible to think clearly when he’s looking at me like that. Impossible to remember a time before him, in this drawn-out moment. All I see is Stef. God, I want him so much.
For a moment, I swear his eyes tear up, but then he’s kissing me ferociously, and I gasp with his intensity. His hunger. And need. Then it’s on, messy, seeking kisses as our hands fumble hard with our jeans and clothes—far too many of them in the way.
“Fuck. Stef. You haven’t even—shown me—” I gasp as he rakes his teeth against my neck, “—the guest room—”
Stef continues with his eager kisses, which I’m all too happy to return.
I strip off my black T-shirt in an easy motion.
He stops kissing me long enough to stare admiringly at me, trace my pecs and shoulders as I shiver, then grabs me by the arm to practically drag me down the hall.
Which is the sort of enthusiasm I totally encourage.
We skip the guest room. Breathing hard, I barely have a chance to take in the sight of what’s clearly his bedroom. More gorgeous architectural features and a flood of glorious natural light—
And most of all, Stef.
I push Stef down hard onto the navy bedding on his large wooden sleigh bed, while sunlight drifts in over the closed lower shutters.
Straddling him, I kiss him thoroughly as he shudders in my arms, pausing only long enough to help him roughly out of his jeans and boxers.
Right now, my whole world is Stef. Nothing else matters.
He’s greedy for me too, all desire, the emotion of the last couple of weeks taut and raw in his body.
All I want is him, urgent and tangled beneath me.
I push Stef’s T-shirt up and teasingly kiss his abs, and then make my way down, cupping his balls, flicking the head of his cock with the tease of my tongue, tasting the opening till Stef sobs out and bucks. His cock is more than ready.
Then, I draw him deep into my mouth, working him ferociously as he groans, fingers tight in my hair. I hold his hips, shutting my eyes to savor him. He’s incredibly hard, incredibly mine in this moment.
And I’m totally, totally his.
“Oh God, more, please, fuck—” Stef’s barely coherent.
I pause long enough to grin wickedly at him, left flustered and begging as I kneel between the splay of his thighs. He’s disheveled, wild-eyed, trembling. I kiss the inside of his thigh, and he shudders. Then I trace my way to cup his arse and work his cock more with my mouth.
“Fuck me, Theo,” he begs.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Stef nods, gesturing urgently at the bedside table. “Everything you need’s in there. I’ve wanted this for so long. Since we met.”
Well, well. I love his reveal.
“Fuck, Stef. I want you so much too.” Then I’m grinning, my face warm. He reaches out to smooth my cheek, and I kiss his fingers.
I shift long enough to open the drawer, taking stock of the lube, condoms, and a variety of dildos and vibrators. Nodding my approval, I give a low whistle as he blushes deeply.
“Excellent. Let’s go with this.” I grab a condom and lube, settling between his legs again to tease his cock with my hand as he shudders. “You like that, huh?”
“Please…” he begs.
I pause long enough to warm up some lube in my hands and then start to tease his opening. Stef shudders and whimpers as I play with him, tickle his balls, then slowly press a finger inside as he cries out with pleasure. His gaze is locked on mine.
“Please…” he gasps again.
“Mm, so fucking hot…” I encourage, taking my time to ease Stef open, till he’s writhing and nonsensical beneath my mouth and fingers. Till his senses are flooded.
Then, I efficiently put on a condom and catch his thighs, press myself against Stef’s opening just enough to make him shudder once more. Rubbing the head of my cock against him makes my spine tingle, my balls tighten, and I catch my breath, taking in the sight of him so I can remember this later.
“Oh God—Theo. Now. Fuck—”
“Yeah, gorgeous.” I give him a fierce kiss, then start to ease into him at last, my cock and balls aching for him. He feels fucking incredible. I brace myself on my arms on either side of him, holding his gaze. “You tell me if this is too much.”
“I want all of you.” Stef whimpers, digging his fingers into my back, my arms, my shoulders as I continue to tease him patiently as he gradually relaxes for me. He arches his back, overwhelmed. I lean in to kiss him again.
“Oh God… fuck,” Stef gasps desperately, lifting his head.
“Okay?” I ask.
“More,” he begs.
Grinning, I give him now and yesterday and tomorrow too, eventually pushing my length inside Stef. I gasp. A strangled groan escapes me with the sudden warmth of him around my cock, his urgency, the taste of him on my lips.
Stef begs and gives, and at last, I start to thrust.
Sobbing out, Stef’s beyond words now, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back against the pillows. He feels incredible. Ragged breaths escape me, desperate for him. He clutches at my shoulders, the nape of my neck, my hair.
And there’s no more world, no more Edinburgh. No princes and no reality and no more troubles. Right now, it’s only me and Stef—together.
I shift and grab his hips, moving with greater urgency. He reaches for his cock, jerking himself off hard, gasping. He’s not going to last, not like that, not the way he’s reacting like every nerve is on fire each time I thrust.
He’s incredibly hot. Incredibly mine.
“You gonna come for me?” I challenge. “I want to see you come.”
“Yes,” Stef gasps, groaning, so responsive to the movements we make together. His eyes are squeezed tight, his hand relentlessly working his cock, biting his bottom lip.
His body tightens and stills all of a sudden.
A moment later, Stef erupts messily all over himself, a thrill to watch as he arches his back again.
I let myself go too, wanting to finish before the sensation of me becomes too much for him after he comes. It’s alarming how much I want him too, if I let myself feel it. My body craves his, my own want consuming me. Blood rushes in my ears like a dam bursting.
And I lean my head back and thrust and come hard. Stef whimpers, and eventually, shaking, I sink down fully onto my legs folded beneath me, still grasping his hips. Then, I bend to lick his cum off his chest as he shivers with the flick of my tongue.
Stef stares up at me, gasping for air. At last, I slide out, deal with the condom, and flop down once more beside him. I shift onto my side to kiss him, more leisurely now as I savor him. I trace his cheekbone. He shivers.
“Is this what you imagined? What you wanted? Being with a man?” I ask quietly, sliding my leg over his, our bodies slick with perspiration.
Stef moves closer to me, nestling into my arm, and I pull him tight.
God. I breathe in the scent of his skin, his cologne, wanting to remember this moment forever.
“More than I want to admit,” Stef breathes. Goose bumps cover his arm, now flung over me. “More than anything… being with you, Theo.”
I brush my lips against his, and I don’t want to ever stop smiling. If only we could live in this moment forever.
We lie there, entwined, till we fall asleep under the evening sun.