Chapter 6 #2
“You’re not the only one who’s scared about what last night meant, Sebastian.
I watched you sleep all fucking night because I was afraid if I closed my eyes for even a second, the whole thing would be a dream.
That yesterday never happened… that I didn’t overhear you arguing with that piece-of-shit ex of yours and I didn’t send my super-cute dog through a crack in the fence just so I could interrupt you guys…
that I didn’t feel my heart start going a million miles an hour when I first saw you, heard you, touched you.
I finally made myself get out of your bed this morning because I couldn’t stop touching you and I knew, just fucking knew, that the second you opened your eyes I’d be on you, begging you not to tell me to leave, hoping and praying with every goddamn piece of myself that I’d get to taste you again…
that I’d get to know what it was like to slide into this perfect body of yours and watch you come apart again as you said my name. ”
I was stunned into complete and utter silence, and the anticipation in my heart actually outweighed my body’s need to feel him inside of me.
“Twenty-four hours, Bastian. We’ve known each other twenty-four hours and yet I’ve felt more in those handful of hours with you than I’ve ever felt with any woman I’ve been with.
I wanted to ‘talk’ because I wanted to try and figure out if you felt that too…
if you wanted to explore it and go on another date.
And it would be another date, Bastian, because last night was very real.
I wasn’t pretending about any of it. Say the word and You. Are. Mine.”
Devon stopped nuzzling my neck and stared at me in the reflection of the mirror.
My heart hurt to see the nervousness in his eyes.
When I pushed up a little with my back, he let me straighten.
His dick slipped from my crease and he took a step back like he was preparing himself for the worst. Never in a million years would I have guessed a guy as big and strong as him would share the same insecurities as me.
I knew in that moment that I was going to fall for him hard and fast and forever. I could only hope and pray it would be that way for him too.
“What word do I have to say, Devon?” I asked as I closed the distance between us. “What word do I have to say to make that happen?”
He let out a muffled grunt, then he was dragging me into his arms and kissing me hard.
His dick was hot and hard and heavy against mine as he devoured my mouth.
Our hands were all over one another, seeking, learning, cherishing.
But when the ache in my balls became impossible to ignore, I spun around and ripped open the top drawer.
Devon pressed up against my back and continued to kiss and touch me all over.
I nearly swallowed my tongue when his finger pressed against my ass and sought out my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as I leaned heavily against the vanity. Devon massaged my entrance gently as he kissed my shoulder.
“Here,” I said as I slid the lube and condoms onto the countertop.
I would have liked to suit Devon up myself, but if I got my mouth anywhere near his gorgeous cock, I’d be forced to choose whether I wanted him down my throat or inside my eager ass when he came, and that was a choice I didn’t want to have to make yet.
“Are you sure, baby?” Devon asked. “That’s not why I said what I did.”
Yep, definitely was going to fall hard and fast for this man.
I reached behind me so I could wrap my fingers around Devon’s delicious shaft. “I can’t wait to go out with you again, Devon,” I said as I held his gaze in the mirror. “But I can guarantee you’re not leaving this house until you get this above-average beauty inside of me, do you hear me?”
Devon’s chuckle was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life. “Yes, sir,” he said with a grin, then he reached for the lube and condom.
And me.
He lifted me so I was sitting on the vanity. I was happy enough to have him fuck me like that, but when he said, “Put your legs around me,” I dutifully complied. His strong arm went around me and as he lifted me, his hand slid beneath my ass to support me.
“Devon, I can walk,” I protested.
“Yeah, and you can let me carry you,” he returned.
I couldn’t really argue with that since I didn’t seem too much for him to hold, and he’d proven last night he was fully capable of fucking me against the wall.
He must have been reading my thoughts because he kissed me as he walked and murmured, “We’ll do the wall sex thing next time, baby. Want you in a bed where I can see and taste all of you.”
And that was exactly what he ended up doing.
By the time he sheathed himself and slid into my body, I was basically one big, raw nerve of sensation.
We were face to face, his heavy body pinning mine to the mattress.
I couldn’t do anything but lie there and hold on to him as he slowly worked himself deeper and deeper inside of me.
He kept kissing me as he whispered words of encouragement.
He told me how beautiful I was, how good I felt around him, and that it was like my body had been made for his.
If I’d been able to speak, I would have agreed with him.
But the delicious pain and burn that accompanied his entry was leaving me barely capable of doing anything but drawing oxygen into my heaving lungs.
By the time Devon’s balls pressed against my ass, I was sure I was going to pass out from the pleasure.
Devon held there as he kissed me softly.
It allowed my body to come down enough so I could focus on him.
We didn’t speak as he began to move against me, in me.
We didn’t need to.
I clung to Devon as he fucked me slowly at first, then increased the speed.
Our breaths mingled as we kissed one another.
I began to cry out how amazing the whole thing felt, how right.
I wasn’t even sure when it’d stopped being about sex, but Devon seemed to know because he gently kissed my tears and told me to just let go.
For all I knew, he could have been fucking me for minutes or hours by the time my release crashed through me.
It was exquisite, breath-stealing and blinding all in one.
He called out my name when he came, and the sensation of his big body trembling in my arms was almost as surreal as the orgasm that had pretty much shredded me.
I was a lump when Devon pulled out of me.
I was dimly aware of him going to the bathroom and returning with a washcloth to clean me up.
My senses only started to return to me when we were lying in the bed with me on his chest. We didn’t talk, but Devon never stopped kissing and touching me.
I found myself doing the same to him… just randomly reaching up to kiss him or run my hand along his body in gentle exploration.
It wasn’t necessarily about sex, though I knew it would ultimately lead there because my body was already trying to recuperate for round two.
I had just placed a kiss against Devon’s sternum when his phone beeped. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d put it on the nightstand. He made no move to get it.
“Do you need to check that?” I asked.
Devon shook his head. “It’s Ethan. I can tell by the ringtone.”
I loved that he didn’t grab for the phone, but I also had a sense of how important his family was to him. I’d seen that in the way he’d interacted with Ethan the day before. I straddled Devon’s body and reached for the phone and handed it to him. “It might be important,” I said.
Devon’s hand rested on my thigh. He held my gaze for the longest time as he stroked my leg, then he finally looked at the phone. He started laughing, then handed me the phone.
Ethan’s text read, I can walk now. I’ll be over at 2 for “the talk.”
“What does it mean?” I asked.
“It means my brother got really lucky last night and now he’s ready for his revenge.”
“Revenge?” I asked in confusion.
Devon was rubbing both my thighs now and I could feel his dick hardening beneath my ass.
“Yeah, so Ethan came out to me before the rest of the family when he was a teenager. I felt it was my duty to explain things like safe sex and stuff to him. I’d only been with girls myself, so I wasn’t sure about how exactly things worked between two guys…
I printed off these diagrams to show him and did the whole banana-condom demo.
There was lots of lube involved too. Ethan told me he never ate a banana again after that,” Devon said with a chuckle.
I couldn’t help but laugh myself.
“Ethan saw the way I was looking at you yesterday and figured something was up.” Devon pumped his hips up at that exact moment and added, “No pun intended.” My own dick responded in kind.
My lust began building rapidly. I quickly typed out a message on Devon’s phone, then showed it to him.
He began laughing and hit send. Then he was pulling me down for a kiss.
I was dimly aware of his phone beeping several times after that, but I paid it no heed.
After all, I was pretty sure my message had gotten the point across and Ethan’s responding texts were ones of shock, surprise, and hopefully happiness.
Ethan, Devon no longer needs “the talk.” He has turned out to be an excellent student. Sorry, gotta go. I have a “headache.” -Sebastian