Fourteen #3
Sheepish smile then as he levered off the frame, came into the bathroom, and kissed me, sweetly, gently.
That would not do.
He was healthy, our whole house was sickness-free, and we were alone.
He was finally all mine. I took his face in my hands and tipped his head back so I had better access, and then slowly deepened the kisses, making each one languorous and hungry, tasting him, savoring him as my fingers traced over the curve of his jaw, up into his hair, then down to his throat, and I held him there, under my power, and mauled his mouth, each kiss more grinding and hungry than the last, my tongue taking absolute possession until he was trembling in my arms.
He pulled back and rasped, “My legs aren’t gonna hold me,” the words almost lost with how ragged his breathing was.
I picked him up, and the moment I did, his legs instinctively wrapped around my hips. I carried him to our bed, and once there, put him down, his head on his pillow, and looked my fill of him. I couldn’t help it. Hard to wrap my brain around the fact that he was mine.
“Your eyes are so dark right now,” he whispered.
“That’s because of you.” I dropped both my towels beside the bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and got the lube. “I have never wanted anyone more than you.”
“Why?” he asked breathlessly.
“Because I’ve never loved anyone before.”
A shiver ran through him as I got onto the bed and straddled his hips.
I bent and retook his mouth, my chest pressed to his as I devoured him, taking my time because we had all night and every night and day, whenever we wanted, for the rest of our lives.
I’d never felt so settled in my own skin, so grounded.
I didn’t have to hurry because this was never going to end.
“Nash,” he husked, turning his head to take a breath.
Slipping my hand under the drawstring of his pajama bottoms, I took hold of his cock and stroked him, over and over, from balls to head, as I made love to his mouth.
When he was trying to pull me down, tugging on my shoulders, my biceps, arching up against me, I moved, lying down beside him, loving the feel of his body against mine, the smell of his skin, and all his noises.
The whimpers and sighs, the way his breath was catching, my name spoken without end, like a prayer.
Rising over him, I rolled him to his back and slowly eased his pajama bottoms down, using my hands to rub and massage his legs as I removed them. When he was lying under me, staring up at me with blown pupils, I reached for the lube.
“What’re you gonna do?”
“Put lube all over this beautiful cock of yours and then ride?—”
“No.”
“Honey, I really need to?—”
“I need to see,” he croaked out, lifting his legs, putting them around my hips. “You’re so… I want you to have me.”
I loved to bottom; there was no doubt. But I wanted to claim Luke more than I wanted to breathe.
“Please,” he begged. “I need to be yours.”
I came down over him, hands on either side of his head, braced so I could stare down at his face. “If you want me to stop, at any time, you?—”
“No,” he murmured. “How you carried me, and kissed me, and you don’t wait for me, you just touch me like you can’t help yourself, like I’m precious and—please, Nash.”
I kissed him hard and then pulled back, loving the way he leaned as far as he could to not break the contact, then rolled him to his stomach.
“But I wanted to see your eyes and— Nash !” he howled as I parted his cheeks and licked over his opening.
Easy to tell he liked that because that fast, his arms gave out on him and he went facedown into his pillow, ass in the air as I licked and laved, sucking and shoving my tongue inside his hole.
I made everything wet, and when I added a finger, he screamed into his pillow.
It sounded like my name, and I smiled as I stroked his cock in unison with my tongue in his perfect, taut ass, stroking inside him, slowly opening him up, his muscles loosening with my tongue and fingers.
“Why’re you waiting?” Luke asked.
“Because you have to be ready for me,” I rumbled, and when I opened the lube, he heard it and shivered.
“I want you crazy for me, completely out of your mind.” I slipped two coated fingers deep into his body, and he moaned loud and long.
In and out, deeper each time, then making the same circles I had with my tongue.
“Nash!” he cried out. “Please.”
The begging wasn’t necessary. Lining my head up with his hole, I pressed forward, watching him take me in, enjoying seeing him stretch around me for a moment before I curled over him, taking his cock in hand and working his length.
“Push out, honey,” I ordered, my breath in his ear as I slid in deeper, knowing there was the burn, the pain, but feeling how thick and hard he was in my grip.
He was panting as his muscles clenched around me.
“You feel so good,” I said, wrapping my arm around his chest, taking hold of his right pectoral, gripping tight as I stroked deep, then dropped over him as his muscles loosened, my chest plastered to his back, all of me buried inside him.
I wanted to move, needed to move, but I would never rush, so I waited for him to get used to being filled up. “Grab your cock.”
“No, you move,” he growled at me. “Oh, Nash, I need—Nash.”
He was so tight, so hot, making it nearly impossible to move, but when I shoved forward, once, then again, the third time, he lifted to meet me.
“Is it good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me deeper?”
“Yes,” he muttered, and already I could move, sliding forward and back. His body was shaking, and I loved it.
“Come here,” I directed, shifting around him, wedging him against me on our sides, still buried to my balls, his legs open wide, as I took him in hand and tugged and squeezed, making the rhythm the same as my thrusts, deepening them each time.
He stretched his right arm up, curling it around my neck, wanting me close. When I kissed him, he wanted more, sucking on my tongue, and I began a slow pounding that he liked as he squirmed in my embrace. When I changed my angle, he jolted in my arms.
“Nash,” he moaned my name.
I’d nailed his prostate, and so I moved, sitting up, taking him with me, still working his length as I made sure to peg it again and again.
“I’ve got you,” I promised in his ear.
I felt his muscles clamping down around my length before he yelled my name and came.
“Fuck,” I croaked out, turning him in my arms, pressing him down under me, lying on top of him, ramming inside him, biting down on the same place, same shoulder, arm under him for leverage as I found my release.
It took me a moment to realize he was shaking.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry, let me get?—”
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ move.”
I nuzzled my face into his hair. “I hurt you.”
“Yes…and no.”
“Then let me?—”
“You… I felt it.”
Slowly, gently, I lifted off him, and he moaned. I couldn’t tell if the sound was good or bad. When he rolled his head on the pillow, still not moving, I saw his eyes filled with tears.
“Talk to me,” I demanded.
“It was new. I’ve never done that before. So right now, yeah, I’m sore, but you didn’t hurt me. I will go to work tomorrow, and God help the man who slaps my ass.”
I squinted at him. “No one should be slapping your ass but me. Not ever.”
His smile through his tears was so beautiful. “You’re so possessive.”
“Of course I am,” I said, wiping away his tears, stroking his cheek, along his jaw and his chin before leaning in and kissing him. “You’re mine.”
His sigh was long. “I felt how much you wanted me.”
“When was this?” I asked even though I knew.
The smile changed, softened, and his face flushed. “When you were inside of me.”
“I loved being there,” I assured him, and wrapped him in my arms so I could kiss him again. In moments, I had one hand in his hair, the other on the small of his back, holding him close, tight, the need roaring through my veins to devour him.
His own arms were coiled around my neck, and when he had to turn his head to breathe, he gulped the air fast so he could keep kissing me, his need for the closeness as powerful as mine.
The realization that he wanted everything I did filtered through my lizard brain and soothed me, slowed my kisses, eased my hold, and when he had to suck in air a second time, I pressed my lips to the side of his neck and kissed there.
“You’re crazy about me,” he whispered, his legs tangled with mine, our sweaty skin sliding together.
“Yes,” was all I could manage.
He was quiet for a heartbeat. “It felt claiming when you were…when you––”
“Because it was, but it won’t be like that every time.”
“I hope it will because…it was so good. I knew when you carried me to the bed that what I needed and wanted had changed, but I was scared.”
“Of the pain?”
“No. I was worried I would feel different.”
“If you bottomed.”
“Yes.”
“And?” I asked, giving him another kiss before I let him go and got out of bed.
“And that was stupid, because I haven’t ever—and it’s you. Only you,” he whispered, staring up into my eyes. “But I feel like I’ve been missing that for so long. I was in your hands, and my brain shut off, and there was just pleasure, and…I need to be held now.”
I smiled down at him. “And I wanna hold you but I need you to get up first.”
“No,” he nearly whined.
I couldn’t help smiling. “Yes. Please.”
He moved slowly, reaching for me, and I eased him to his feet. “Why?” He sounded really put out.
I chuckled before I yanked off the comforter and then turned down the covers.
“Get back in the bed.”
“Lots of orders this evening,” he muttered, but followed directions, dropping back down onto the bed.
“I would get used to it,” I said, spooning around him. I heard his sigh of contentment when I tucked the flat sheet and blanket around him.
He was quiet for a moment and then said, “I’ve been so worried that if I didn’t like to be on the bottom, you might leave me someday because you needed someone who?—”
“Never leaving you,” I swore to him. “That ship sailed when you were puking up a lung in our bathroom.”
He scoffed. “That’s when you decided you loved me?”
“Before that,” I assured him. “But that sealed the deal.”
Twisting his head over his shoulder, I saw the smile before I kissed him.
“You realize my cum is slowly leaking out of your ass, and by the morning, this bed will be a complete wreck.”
“Good,” he said with a long exhale as I tightened my hold on him, clutching tight. “Get the light.”
Reaching behind my back to the nightstand, I pressed the switch that was thankfully on the base of the lamp, and then went back to spooning the man I loved.
“I had no idea, when I walked into the house that Monday, that you were going to change my whole life.”
“For the better, I hope?”
“For the best.”
Always good to hear.