Chapter Twenty-Three
I’m off his cock and standing up. “What? What did I do wrong?” Panic rushes through me. He seemed to be enjoying it. Memories of Marc pushing me away, telling me not to bother as I had no clue what I was doing, pop into my head.
“Wrong? Nothing, it was incredible. You were about to make me blow my load. Sweetheart, the only time I want to come tonight is when I’m buried balls deep inside you.
” Merlin cups my face in his large, calloused hands and presses a kiss on my lips.
“You are a thoughtful, talented, and gorgeous lover.”
I slide my fingers through his hair and touch my forehead to his. “Thank you,” I whisper against his skin. “Can we go to bed now? I really need you inside me.”
With a nod and a sexy-as-fuck smile, Merlin tugs me until we collapse onto his bed. “It’s my turn now.” His grin is wicked as he rolls me onto my back. “I can tease and torture as well, y’know. But I’ll leave that for next time because like you, I really want to be inside you too.”
“Thank god.” I laugh, but it’s quickly silenced by his mouth and his amazing kisses. He swipes his tongue lazily across my own and closes his hand around my cock. Just as slowly as he kisses me, he strokes me.
“I’ve wanted to do this from our first kiss,” he murmurs against my lips. “I knew from the first time we collided that I wanted to make you mine. After this, you will be. I’m not letting you go, Trent. I’m falling in love with you.”
I still, letting the unexpected words sink in. I know he’s telling the truth. He didn’t say it just to fuck me. Over and over again, he’s proved how much he likes me. And I’m feeling the same way, but am I ready to say it back?
No, not yet. Instead, I part my legs, letting him slot between them, and his erection presses up to mine. “Where are the condoms?”
Merlin lets go of my dick and reaches over to his side table. A bottle of lube and a couple of condoms drop onto the bed. He doesn’t mess around, and the second he has his fingers coated with lubricant, they are between my legs and sliding over my balls and down my taint. “Wait.”
He stops, an eyebrow raised. Without explaining, I grab my legs and pull them up to my chest. His eyes darken as he stares at my new position. “God, you’re beautiful.”
With lube now drizzled down my taint, he circles my hole with what feels like two fingers.
“So pretty.” Merlin leans and slips his tongue into my mouth at the same time he pushes his finger into my hole.
The pressure of the intrusion is much gentler than I remember, and I moan as he sinks even deeper into me.
One finger becomes two, then three, and I’m writhing on them, trying to take him deeper. “I’m ready,” I pant, then mewl at the loss, the emptiness as he pulls them out. A rip of foil and more lube on his cock and my hole, and the blunt pressure of his thick shaft is at my entrance.
“Okay?”
“Yeah.” I push back. He rocks a little farther and waits again. I breathe through the burn, nodding when the pain turns to pleasure. Merlin looks down, groaning at what I imagine is the sight of him sliding in and out.
“More,” I say. “Give me more. Don’t hold back. I want you, all of you.”
With the permission to go ahead, Merlin thrusts harder, faster, grabbing my ankles to spread my legs wide. The angle deepens, and his dick brushes over my prostate. Fuck yeah, that’s what I want.
“I’m not going to last. Grab your dick, baby. Get yourself off.”
It only takes me moments to have the sparks of my climax rush through my body to my balls, and with a cry, I shoot.
Merlin’s eyes are fixed on the ribbons of sticky fluid painting my stomach as he picks up speed.
He thickens inside me, and with his head tipped back and the tendons in his neck rigid, he comes, my name on his lips.
As we lie together, breathing heavily, glued together with spunk and sweat, I can’t stop the chuckle bubbling free from me.
Merlin lifts his head. “Something funny?”
I nod, but I bite into my bottom lip. How do I explain that after over fifteen years of being sexually active, with both women and men, I never knew how good it could be?
Should be. I always enjoyed sex with my girlfriends, and it was good.
We had a lot of fun, and I’m sure I gave them a lot of pleasure.
But this time, with a man, with Merlin, I finally get what I’ve wanted, what I deserved—the best orgasm ever.
“That was unbelievable. So, so damn good.” I lick my parched lips.
“I never knew.” The words I thought I wasn’t ready to share have leapt up front and centre in my mind.
It’s not just the incredible sex we’ve had; it’s that we get to do it for as long and as many times as we want.
I know the words are as important to him as they are to me, and I can’t stop myself from telling him.
“I’m falling for you. It may be too late to back out. I’m in love with you too.”
He flips me over so I’m lying on top of him. His smile is bright enough to light up the night sky. The blaze in his eyes as he stares at me could only mean one thing, right? “I love you too, Trent.”
After another heavy round of kissing, we pull apart and go to the bathroom. Merlin turns on the shower. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Hurt me, how?”
“You said it had been a while, I wasn’t very gentle.”
“You were perfect, and I’m sure I’m good to go again a few times more tonight. If you’re up to it.”
The next thing I know is that I’m dragged into the shower and pressed up against the tiled wall with my arms above my head, held in place with one of his hands. The other hand is pressed against my chest. “Be careful, boy. I can spank you just as easily as I can fuck you.”
There’s nothing scary or worrying about his actions.
His dick is thickening alongside mine. The thought of being spanked had never crossed my mind until I met this amazing man.
The dominant, persuasive manner he carries around is intoxicating, and I’ll do whatever he asks me to do.
The idea of him turning my arse bright red before fucking me hard leaves me breathless.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you, baby? My hand on your pale skin, turning it a delicious red.”
“Um, yeah. I do. Do I get to call you Sir?”
“Fuck, yeah. We need to wash up and get out of here,” he growls.
He doesn’t spank me, but the second and third time he enters me has me clinging to him as tears fall down my cheeks.
“I don’t want this to ever stop,” I say as we both come again. “I think we need to get some sleep. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” I check the digital clock on his side table. “Or rather today.”
“We can do this again, you know. I’m not limiting you to tonight.” His chuckle reverberates through his chest, where my head lies. I give his pecs a lazy, half-hearted slap. He grabs my hand. “Someone’s being cheeky.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I say, my voice soft, compliant.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
We wake up in a different position. Merlin has wrapped himself around me as the big spoon.
We haven’t slept like this before. Has finally making love made such a difference to us on a deeper level?
I want to snort at my ridiculous overthinking, but I don’t want to wake him up.
His hand, rough from all the manual work on the nursery land, rests on my hip, twitching slightly as he sleeps on.
I need to talk to him about my trip back to London, about putting my house on the market and finding somewhere more permanent than Drew’s cottage to live.
I love that he’s offered it to me, but I would like more space, a house with a studio.
The cottage will do until my house is sold.
Then it will be up to Stacey to work her magic and find me the perfect place.
A kiss on the back of my neck breaks through my meandering thoughts.
His hand flexes on my hip and slides over my stomach to pull me even closer.
His thick, hard cock presses into the crack of my arse.
Hmm, I only need to tip my hips back to feel him gliding into the crease and maybe down a bit.
I’m still lubed up, and he could easily shove his huge cock inside me.
“Good morning, baby.” Merlin scrapes his teeth over the sweet spot below my ear at the same time he rocks his hips.
His dick slips inside me with little protest, and soon he’s filled me.
It feels incredible. Every ridge of his dick a bliss as he moves slowly in and out.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so hot and tight,” he whispers.
A rumble of deep moans builds up in my chest as I give in to the sensations, the feeling of everything being so right.
“Fuck.” I sigh as he grips my dick and, with the same slow, lazy thrusts, strokes me to an earth-shattering climax. He bites into my shoulder as he shudders through his orgasm. His release fills me. It has never been so good.
Then realisation hits.
No condom.