Chapter 14 #2
“It was.” Lifting a hand, I traced the outline of his jaw. My dick was starting to soften as he lay there on me and the mess he’d made began to cool. The weight was comforting.
He let out a breath. “Forest.” He spoke my name slow and deliberate. “It’s our wedding night.”
I couldn’t help a small laugh and he looked a little betrayed.
I traced the frown on his lips. “It’s our wedding night now.
And it will still be in a few hours from now, when we’ve had some rest and unwind from having a literal secret wedding and then fleeing town to make it look like we took a honeymoon. ”
Something flashed in his eyes. Something hurt. “This is a honeymoon.”
My chest squeezed. “I didn’t mean it that way. I know that it’s more than us on a vacation.”
Licking his lips, he nodded and glanced away from me before rolling off and sitting up. “I should get us something to clean up with.”
“Nash,” I said when he stood and took a few steps away. He turned his head back to look at me. “If I said something wrong, if I did something wrong—”
The distance between us evaporated again, and he pinned me back to the bed, kissing me so hard I had to dig my feet into the mattress. “You did nothing wrong. At all. Forest…” He closed his eyes and knocked his forehead against mine. His voice dropped low and breathy. “You are perfect.”
He didn’t mean that. He couldn’t. I was a human, which meant perfection was impossible. And if I were anywhere close, I wouldn’t have been alone for so long. I wouldn’t have a body that had decided to betray me for the rest of my life.
But the words felt good. They tucked themselves behind my ribs to live there. To remind me that someone cared enough to whisper them to me so I could replay them in my head when I was at my lowest.
As I watched him walk off to get a wet cloth to clean us up, his ass perfect and round and bouncy, I wondered how long it had been since anyone had taken care of him. He went out of his way for everyone else.
Had anyone done the same for him?
I hadn’t meant to doze off, but the fatigue of FND was overwhelming more days than it wasn’t.
Even when I felt fine, the moment I let my eyes close, I was usually out.
I woke in bed alone, but when I threw on my boxers and padded out into the main room, I found Nash in the corner of the couch, scrolling on his phone.
He was in sweats, but shirtless, his gorgeous chest with a sprinkle of hair a little too inviting.
He looked up immediately, his face softening into a smile as he opened his arms for me. It was far too easy to walk over and drop into them, letting him bustle me beside him, my legs hooked over his thighs as I rested my cheek on the couch cushion.
“Did you have a nice nap?”
I rolled my eyes. “Why’d you let me sleep?”
“I don’t think I could have stopped you if I wanted to. You fell asleep mid-sentence.” His eyes sparkled with humor even as I felt embarrassment race up my spine. “Don’t look like that. It was cute.”
“Fuck off. I’m not cute.”
“Oh, Forest. I don’t know who lied to you, but that is one cross you have to bear.”
I’d been called cute before, and it usually irritated the shit out of me. I was shorter and skinnier than most men. I had a baby face, and I was the opposite of a jock. I was nerdy and a little strange, and men like Nash tended to infantilize me.
But it didn’t sting when he said it. It felt…sweet. Genuine. Like it was something he enjoyed about me. I wanted to be more than cute with him, but for now, I would take it.
“Did we have plans for dinner?” I finally asked.
He frowned at the subject change, but he took it in stride. “I just placed a delivery order from the little restaurant down the road. It’s a mom-and-pop Italian place. I got you the chicken Caesar salad and the grilled salmon with orzo.”
It’s exactly what I would have ordered. Not just because I’d made an effort to eat healthier—I had a digital nutrition book that my neurologist had sent me—but also because it was what I liked best. And somehow…he knew that about me.
“Thank you.”
He smiled. “Any time.”
The way he looked at me made warmth flare to life in my stomach. A quiet want—no. More than that. A need. I glanced at the door, then back at him.
“How long until it gets here?”
He pulled a face as he checked his phone. “Forty-five minutes. I know that’s a while, but—”
“It’s just enough time.” He looked confused, but only until I plucked the phone from his hand and shifted his legs so I could crawl on top of them and straddle him. His hands immediately flew to my waist as he looked up at me.
“I see,” he breathed out. He gripped me by the hips and yanked me until I was pressed all the way against him. “I can definitely make forty-five minutes work for us.” One hand left my hip and drifted into my hair, urging me into a kiss.
As his tongue slid along mine, he shifted, and suddenly I was falling. This time, he didn’t catch me. This time, my back hit the cushions, and then he spread my legs and pressed one foot to the floor as he hooked my ankle over his shoulder.
“What—” I started, but it immediately became obvious what he was doing.
His thick, clever fingers spread the slit in my boxers and drew my dick out. He stared down at it with heavy-lidded eyes, tracing a touch up the hard shaft, then circling his fingers and jacking me slowly.
Pleasure shot up my spine, and I felt a familiar weakness in my arms and legs. It was going to happen—my muscles were going to abandon me. But this time, it was okay. This time, Nash was taking the lead and giving me what my body so desperately wanted.
“Please,” I whispered.
He lifted his eyes to my face and smiled. “Love when you say it like that, Forest.”
I moaned, the sound trembling slightly as I shifted toward him, begging with my body. “I need you.”
“How?”
“Your mouth.” I wasn’t even thinking straight. “Your hands. Your ass. Anything.”
He looked surprised, then his smile turned a little dark as he shifted more onto his knees. My leg was pushed closer to my chest as he leaned in, the burn in my tendon powerful but not too much. “I want that one day. I want you to pin me to the bed and fuck my ass.”
“Oh god,” I groaned. My cock thickened and throbbed. I would come from his dirty talk alone if he wasn’t careful. “Please, Nash. Please, please…”
“I’m not here to make you beg, sweetheart. I promise you. As pretty as it sounds,” he added, touching my lips with the tip of his finger. Our eyes met, then he parted his lips and dropped down, taking my cock to the back of his throat with a single swallow.
My vision whited out. Everything in the world narrowed to the weight of his hand on my spread thighs, to the place where my leg was hooked over his shoulder, and to the hot, tight mouth sucking my brains right out of my dick.
I would never recover, but it didn’t matter because if I was going to go out, I wanted it to be like this.
Lifting a hand, my fingers wouldn’t open all the way, but I was able to spread them just enough to drift into his hair and take it in a weak grip. He hummed softly as he pulled off me, licking around the head, dipping his tongue into my slit.
The sounds were wet and filthy when he sucked me back down, then his hand went lower, and he began to stroke fingertips over my balls.
“Oh,” I gasped, trying to hold him tighter. “Oh. More. Yes. I’m…I can’t…” I was losing my grip on my control already.
The chuckle he let out rumbled around my dick, and it thickened more. He sucked harder, taking me all the way to the back of his throat again, and this time, he stayed there. His breathing stuttered through his nose, but he pressed one hand to my hip and tapped.
I realized what he wanted. What he was asking me for.
I gave an experimental thrust up, and he moaned happily.
So I did it again. And again. I chased my orgasm, which was hovering just on the edge, and as I squeezed my eyes shut and as his hand slid up the leg of my boxers and he pressed two fingers against my asshole, I lost all hope of holding off.
I sucked in a single breath, and as he hummed one more time, I let go.
My orgasm came in a rush—a white-hot wave crashing over me as I throbbed and spilled into his mouth.
Somewhere in the haze of it, I felt him swallow everything.
I felt the suction lessen. Felt him pulling off and kissing my cock and then my stomach and chest.
By the time he was nuzzling my jaw, my hand had fallen from his hair, and he’d let my leg gently thump down to the cushion, foot grazing the floor.
“You okay?” he murmured. He pulled back and lifted my hand, which was showing obvious signs of muscle spasms. “Was it too much?”
I turned my head to meet his gaze. “It was exactly what I needed.”
His face softened into a smile, and he leaned in for an obvious kiss before freezing and pulling back.
“What?” I asked, stung by the sudden rejection.
He shook his head. “Cum-breath.”
“Oh my god.” I grabbed him with weak hands and tugged until his lips met mine. When he stuck his tongue in my mouth, I tasted myself on him and moaned softly. It was like I had marked him. Claimed him.
He might not be mine forever, but he was mine for now.
And that would have to be enough.