Chapter 26
It took forever to come back to ourselves, but the water heater for the room must have been vast, because it was still producing entirely warm water when Davin finally pulled away, sliding out of me and letting me drop lightly to land on my feet on the floor of the shower.
But also, because he was Davin, and he knew me, he kept an arm wrapped around me until he was sure I’d gotten my feet under me.
Then, he pressed me back into the tile wall of the stall one more time, and proceeded to take the same shower oil he’d clearly used to fuck me, and clean every part of me, inch by inch.
After rinsing my skin clean, he followed it with soft kisses across my shoulders, and I could have fucking melted and flowed right down the drain.
By the time he was done, my cock had already started to perk up again, very interested in the idea of touching every part of Davin right back.
So I decided that was exactly what I was going to do.
When he stepped back, I reached out and grabbed his shoulders, spinning him so that his back was to the wall, and it was my turn. I took a handful of oil and washed his arms and his fucking gorgeous chest, then taking more oil and dropping to my knees in front of him.
His eyes were dark as he watched me wash his legs, one by one, picking his feet up and cleaning each one thoroughly. Then, on my way back up, I skimmed my hands up the inside of his calves, the inside of his thighs, and back up to his cock.
I gave it a thorough wash, then rinse, my movements slow and deliberate, ignoring the fact that it had already been as hard as a rock when I’d reached it, and it was pulsing under my further ministrations. Couldn’t let him be less than squeaky clean, after all.
I rinsed the oil off because of what definitely came next, and the fact that I had no idea how shower oil tasted. Considering it smelled slightly floral with a hint of salty sea breeze, I suspected the answer was bad.
When I leaned in to taste him, his dark eyes met mine and held. Davin was rarely one for eye contact that wasn’t a challenge, but maybe that was what this was.
And I’d never been one to back down from a challenge.
So I leaned in deep and took his cock all the way in. Never let it be said Flynn Knight failed to rise to an occasion. I swallowed him down, all the way to the root in one go, since his skin was wet and the friction was negligible.
Score Flynn, as Davin took a shaky breath, his chest trembling, and couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from me. I bobbed on his cock, meeting his unflinching gaze as I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the tip of him, then plunged back down, setting a slightly uneven rhythm as I went.
After a moment, his head tipped back to rest against the tiles, and he gave over to me entirely.
Mine, a dark, possessive voice reared up in my own mind. That was . . . weird. I’d never thought that about anyone before.
But . . . no one had ever been mine like this before.
My heart, he always called me.
I started pausing on the downstroke to suck at him, just a hint of added pressure that made him squirm and struggle not to thrust forward, fucking my mouth.
So I decided to do it for him, if he was going to be all gentlemanly, and shoved all the way down onto him, almost choking myself on his dick, letting it hit the back of my throat as I relaxed to keep from gagging.
Then as I pulled back, I took a slow breath through my nose, and went for it again, all the way down.
That went on for a moment, and Davin’s breathing went ragged and uneven. “Flynn,” he mumbled, without looking down at me, and reached out to tangle his hand in my sopping hair. “I’m going to—”
I answered by humming and pushing down onto him again, giving just a bit of suction, as I slid my hand up, just one finger slipping between his cheeks to seek out his ass.
He tried to say my name again, or maybe something else, but it was lost in a long, low moan as his whole body tensed and he came.
Fuck, he was so beautiful.
I might have gotten distracted and choked on his come, if the twitch of his cock in my mouth hadn’t reminded me of what was coming. I pulled back just enough to let it hit the back of my tongue, so I could swallow it down instead of gagging on it.
There weren’t a lot of times in my life it was important for me to do things right, or be that “smooth” guy, but not gagging on come the first time I sucked his cock seemed like a good time for it.
So instead I focused on my movements as he convulsed, his cock pulsing in rhythm with his heart as he came in spurts across my tongue, and I slid my finger deeper inside him. Once. Twice.
His second groan was lower than the first, almost guttural, and when I looked back up at him, he was staring down at me with glittering obsidian eyes.
“Get up here and let me wash your hair,” was the first thing he said, which .
. . that was weird, right? But then he pulled me up, and right into the front of himself, leaning down to kiss me, the taste of his come still lingering in my mouth.
“Then we dry off, and I take you out to that great bed. I want to ride my fucking dragon.”
Oh hell.
That sounded perfect.
Washing my hair had never seemed like such an undesirable activity. Still, I did it—or rather, I let Davin do it, then lathered up his hair with the shampoo in the shower while he rinsed mine clean. The whole thing took far too long, but there wasn’t really a way to speed it up.
My cock was so hard it almost hurt, so very ready for this moment.
Davin, of course, was still placid and jelly-limbed from his second orgasm of the night, while I was a little ball of stress, which was probably a bigger statement about how we were as a couple.
But that was okay. Because when we got out of the shower, he helped me dry off in record time, and then laid out a dry towel on the bed to soak up any moisture we’d missed in the half-ass effort I’d made. He even put an extra towel across the pillows because my hair was still wet.
Then he went rummaging in his bag, and a moment later came back with an actual bottle of lube. Hell yes.
He climbed up onto the edge of the bed and stalked toward me, like a panther after prey.
I had to stifle a giggle at the notion of my cock being his prey, but as usual, he seemed to read my mind and rolled his eyes.
“You are the most ridiculous man,” he muttered to me as he reached my side, cracking the seal on the lube and recapping it before squirting some out into his hand and completely slathering my cock with it.
When I lifted a brow, he blushed. “It might have been a while since I’ve done this.
Don’t want to be too terribly pathetic at it. ”
“You couldn’t be pathetic at anything,” I promised, reaching out to grab his free hand, which was clenched in the comforter. “You don’t even have to—”
“I want to,” he told me as he lifted up and came down straddling my body. “I want you. Every part of you. We’re in this together, in every way. I just might need a little practice.”
He reached back and positioned my cock against his entrance, biting his lip as the head slid in with the help of copious lube.
I tried to hold back a gasp, mostly failing, but it was okay, because he did the same, his eyes drifting shut at the feeling of the intrusion.
He wiped the extra lube off his hand on one of the towels, and then took my other hand in his, holding both of them, almost holding them down as he slowly, too fucking slowly, lowered himself onto my cock.
He was so hot and tight, squeezing all around me, that I was worried I would go off in ten seconds flat. But I already had one orgasm under my belt for the night, and that was going to save my damn life.
Maybe.
When he started moving, the sensation was almost immediately too much to handle. Fuck, how was he so perfect?
Then, he threw his head back and groaned, and I could have died from the sheer perfection of the moment.
It didn’t even take him three strokes to adjust, lifting up and then practically shoving himself back down onto me, grabbing his lower lip between his own teeth to hold back—had that been a whimper?
Maybe so. He was already hard again, so clearly he wasn’t struggling with this at all.
“Fuck, Flynn,” he muttered above me as he started to bounce on my cock in earnest. “So fucking hot. So perfect.”
“Fuck yes you are,” I agreed.
When he leaned back to brace himself on my thighs and let go of my hands, I immediately reached for his cock, bobbing free between us. I wasn’t going to last that long, and I absolutely needed him to come first.
I was no teenager who couldn’t control my orgasm long enough to make sure my partner got what he needed. I gripped his dick in one hand, and had to take a moment to focus enough to actually start stroking him, so distracted by the feel of him fucking himself on my own cock.
It was clearly the correct decision, though, because he jerked forward into my hand, and a moment later, his movements went wild, almost erratic, as he fucked himself back onto my cock, and then forward into my hand, moaning loudly, his mouth slack.
My big, strong, impossible vampire. Fuck me, he was so beautiful when lost in sensation.
It could have been a minute of him moving against me, fucking himself hard onto me, our breaths coming short as the only sound in the room other than skin against skin. It could have been an hour. An eternity.
It never would have been enough.
When he tensed above me, clenching hard around my cock, I forced my hand to move, to continue stroking him. He cried out at the feeling as his dick jerked.
I’d just seen the first spill of white from the tip of his cock when the world went red around me, and my own orgasm hit.
I rode the high for a long moment, his ass still squeezing tight around me, our bodies moving in tandem, breathing together, hearts beating in unison, and for just a second, it was as though I could feel the whole universe, and it was all interconnected, right though the hearts of us.
When I came back to myself, we were lying on our sides, Davin stroking my hair, his eyes closed and a tiny smile on his lips.
He opened them to look at me, and it was .
. . it was like I thought sex was supposed to be when I’d been a kid.
Like something fundamental had changed inside me, and though I didn’t know what, it was perfect and completely satisfying.
My life was going to be different from here on out. Maybe not because of sex, but because . . . Davin. Because this was it. Me and him, forever.
And I wouldn’t have changed it for anything.