21. Walt
WALT
If there was a trophy for the longest Midwest Goodbye, Sandy would win by a mile.
After we got back from our adventure across town, she wanted to know every detail about how Johnny found me tonight, how we met, how long we’d been together, whether Johnny was going to move in with me, and on, and on, and on.
The irony is not lost on me that I have been filled with restraint my entire life, wanting to be with a man. And now that the one I want is right next to me—the one I declared my love to—I’m more impatient than someone waiting for a VHS tape to rewind to make the return window at the video store.
I tried the ‘welp, it’s getting late’ bit at least three times, and she still was chatting away.
We even got her to the door where she had yet another story to share.
Why couldn’t she be more like Rich, who beelined it after we said our goodbyes, wanting to beat the snow?
After nearly an hour of polite nods and forced laughs, the mention of the snow getting pretty heavy finally had her ready to go home and relieve her babysitter.
I’ve never been more grateful for a snowstorm in my life.
Finally, back in the apartment, the irritation I had for our guest morphs into pure, carnal lust. My skin is on fire, not from being overheated but from wanting what’s here in this room.
I don’t waste a moment locking the door behind me and raking my eyes over the only thing that’s been on my mind all evening.
Johnny.
“You gonna keep undressing me with your eyes, boss, or you gonna take my clothes off?”
I cross the space between us in two steps, pulling his lips to mine. I’m not waiting for him to make a move this time. I know he’s in charge, and god, do I want him to continue that, but I need to show him, at least in this one moment, that I’m here for him too.
And I’m not going anywhere ever again.
I pull his t-shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor and placing kisses along his neck as he unbuttons my shirt. “Holy shit,” I groan. “I thought Sandy was never going to leave.”
The vibration from his laugh reverberates between the two of us. “She can be quite longwinded. But you know what I enjoyed the most?”
I don’t pause the adoration I’m showering on his skin. “What’s that?”
“Watching you try and hold back how irritated you were.” He pushes me away, moving the shoulders of my shirt over my arms and letting it drop behind me. “Your fist was balled up so tight I thought you were gonna deck her too just to get me upstairs.”
“Well, you were the one who said interrupted kisses are picked up right where they left off, but she was apparently not in on that plan. But now?” I kiss him again. “Now I have you all to myself, and I’m never letting you go.”
His fingers hook into my belt loops, pulling me closer. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Johnny”
“And now that I’ve got your grumpy ass to say those words, I feel like I deserve a prize.” He grips my cock through my jeans, his lips twisting into a satisfied smirk. “This should do.”
“Fuuuck,” I growl. “You’re so demanding.”
Johnny leaps into my arms, wrapping his legs around my back as I walk us into the bedroom. “You like it.”
“No comment.”
We work to strip each other down, kissing the entire time, barely coming up for air as we do. Pants, briefs, undershirts littering the floor as we race to have nothing between us.
Standing in front of one another, the heat already radiating off our bodies as he yanks me into his chest. Our mouths collide. Our hands feverishly looking for a place to grip harder, dig deeper, clutch closer as if we’re trying to stake a claim over each other.
As if he didn’t already own me the minute he walked into this building.
He gently bites the bottom of my lip as he pulls back, extending his hand in front of my chin.
“Spit.”
I suck in a sharp breath. He is not joking around tonight. Guess that’s my fault for running away. Maybe having this man chase me down every once in a while wouldn’t be the worst thing…Nope. Never again. I’m here for good.
“You want me to…”
“You heard me. Spit.”
I quickly do as he asks.
A mischievous grin spreads across his face. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”
A full-body shiver runs through me, my hips bucking against his. “Jesus fuck, Johnny. Why does that turn me on so much?”
“You have a thing for praise—good thing I’m here to deliver it.”
Goosebumps crawl across my body as he grasps both of our dicks with his hand, gliding them over one another. The friction, the heat of our skin stroking together, affirms once more this is the only place I want to be.
I thrust into his grip, and he groans in response.
“Put your hands on my hips,” he pants. “Fuck my hand. Grind that cock against mine.”
I nearly come undone at his words before focusing once more. I use his body to anchor myself and drive harder into his palm. The sensations pulsing through my veins soothe the ache that’s been there so long. And now that he’s here and never leaving me, I don’t want this to end. Ever.
“I’m…fuck, I’m close.”
He releases his hold as he steps back. “Not yet. I’m not nearly done with you. And you’re not gonna come ’till I say so, got it?”
My body shivers as I try to form a response. “Y-yes.”
“Good. On the bed. On all fours,” he commands.
Fuck do I love this side of him. After everything I’ve put him through, I’m happy to give him whatever the hell he wants.
Shit, who am I kidding—I’d do this regardless.
“Now. Go on.” He gestures toward the bed, and I practically sprint to get in position like I’m about to compete in a goddamn track and field race.
His calloused hands wander across my back, then farther down to my ass.
He rubs circles across my heated skin as he gently spreads me apart with a groan.
“You’re so fucking perfect. I love that I’m the only one who gets this ass.
” His palms squeeze my cheeks. “This is mine. No one else gets this. Ever.”
A full shiver runs through me. “It’s yours. Only yours.”
I shudder as his tongue circles the ring of muscle that’s been aching to be filled all day.
I cry out, his mouth on me in such a sensitive place showing the ultimate level of trust I could give anyone.
And just like I did with the key to the bar, there’s no one I’d rather hand that over to than him.
My back arches as I feel his tongue dip inside me. Teasing me. Making me wait for what he knows I want more than anything.
“Always so good for me…” His breath is like a prayer as he slides a finger inside. “Gonna get you nice and stretched out so you can take this cock again. You like me filling this tight hole, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I murmur, barely able to catch my breath. My pulse races through my veins like a bolt of lightning. “Johnny,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“More,” I say as I hear the rip of the wrapper behind me. “More of you. All of you.”
“I fucking love hearing you say that,” he groans. The sound of latex stretching over his impossible length is the only thing stopping him from being inside me, and it’s fucking torture.
“Fuck, Johnny, please hurry.”
“Someone’s so impatient tonight,” he hums. “So greedy for me, aren’t you?”
I turn to talk over my shoulder. “Someone had to wait for your damn friend to quit blabbering while they were thinking about this. So, yeah…now that I’m here, I want it. Take it or leave it.”
He chuckles as he leans over to place kisses on my back. “There’s the grump I love.”
“I love you too. Now fuck my ass, please?”
He leans back, pressing his tip at my entrance, and I’m ready to come undone. We’ve done this enough times that it’s much easier to take him inside me—deep and fast—and that’s exactly what he does.
It’s exactly what I need.
“You feel so good. So fucking perfect for me.” His breaths are sharp and intense. I feel him quivering nearly as much as I am.
I move my hips back; every inch of him feels like it’s more than a physical connection. And it is.
He loves me.
The minute he uttered those words, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind I wanted to say them back.
He picks up his pace, his hands tight on my hips as he thrusts into me. Quick. Hard. Claiming. What we’ve confessed tonight binds our bodies together like two pieces of welded steel. My breaths are short, panting. Shit. This isn’t enough. I still want—no—I need more.
“J-Johnny. Wait.”
He stills immediately. “You, okay?”
“Yeah, I just…” I can barely get the words out. “I want to look at you, your eyes, your face…I want to…I want to kiss you while you’re inside me.”
He slowly withdraws from me, my body cold at his loss. I can’t see, but if a facial expression could be a sound, I swear I can hear the smile on his face when he responds. “You got it, boss. On your back.”
I do as he instructs, salivating as he moves between my legs. He quickly presses his cock inside me as he leans forward. His arms bracket me on either side, my knees folding nearly to my shoulders as he places a soft kiss on my lips. “I got you, Walt. Always.”
I don’t have a chance to reply before his tongue finds mine; the feeling of kissing him while he’s buried deep within my walls is like finding the home I’ve wanted my entire life but never knew existed. He’s mine.
We fall into a frenzy of thrusts, moans, and growls before we both find our well-deserved releases. Collapsed and exhausted, we lay side by side staring at the ceiling, his fingers intertwined with mine.
“I can hear your heart pounding after that workout,” I joke, still trying to catch my breath.
He turns, the corners of his lips creeping up, highlighting those damn dimples that sucked me in that first day. “It never beat this fast until you.”
I pull our clasped hands tight to my ribcage.
“Same.”