Chapter 24 #2
It slipped out again. Mi amor. The last time it did, I was fucking kicking myself for such a mistake. And then he had the fucking nerve to ask about it, which I just ignored.
He wasn’t my love. But now, I’m not so sure. As much as I’d like to regret calling him that, my brain won’t stop telling me that it’s true.
I stand off the bed, getting rid of my shirt before grabbing my wallet out of my pants. Just as I pull the condom out of its hiding place next to my license, Declan speaks up. “No condom,” he says, eyes fixed on me from where his head lays against the bed.
I scrunch my face up in confusion as I undo my pants and shuck them off. I don’t want to offend him right now, because I find that after all this time, I might be done hating anything about the past, but he has been with a good amount of people. And I want to be smart.
I walk up to him and sit on the edge of the bed, running my hand through his lavender hair. “We should probably use protection. You’ve been with other people. I have too. But I’ve gotten tested recently. Have you?”
He turns his face into the mattress and says something very quickly and quietly. I don’t quite catch it.
“What?”
He sighs and turns his head back to me. “I’ve never been with—I’ve never had sex. This is my first time.”
I go to open my mouth but nothing really comes out, so I snap it shut and let all the thoughts swirl around before I decide to say something. “But—”
Something shifts in his face, anger and embarrassment clouding his eyes.
He sits up abruptly, angrily untangling his shorts from around his knees to throw them on the floor and cross his arms. “No but. I’m telling you the truth.
Are you going to believe me or not? If not”—he points at the door behind me—“then please fucking go.”
He holds his head high afterward. His chest puffed and proud. But there are tears unshed in his eyes.
“I believe you.”
A surprised expression takes over his face.
All the events leading up to this moment start rearranging in my head.
I have no idea what this all means exactly. Or if that’s even true.
Maybe I’ll figure it out later. Maybe I won’t. I don’t think it matters. Right here and now, I want Declan Turner.
I bend to kiss him again, licking into his mouth as I crawl onto his body, sending his back into the bed.
“You have lube?” I ask hurriedly in between kisses.
“Yeah. The drawer,” he answers.
I pull away and retrieve it, pouring a generous amount all over my aching cock.
My dick has been dying in my pants. I damn near came so many times while I was giving his ass all the attention it deserved.
Just closing my hand around my length to spread the lube is almost enough to do me in.
I breathe through it until I’ve covered every inch of my cock.
I genuinely don’t know how I’m going to make it through this without coming in an embarrassingly quick amount of time. I’m hoping that some super human control will take over. Because I know the inside of his ass is about to be the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt.
When I return to the bed, I take a moment to admire him. He’s laid out for me. Legs spread and bent to show me his glistening, waiting hole. His slender, beautiful cock erect and angry, pointing toward his face as it drools pre-cum onto his stomach.
It’s a sight to behold. And it makes me feel all jittery that I’m the first one to see it like this. The first one to have him.
Are you?
I shut up those thoughts the best I can.
I’ve messed around with Carter and a guy or two in between, had sex a handful of times with girls before that, but never a guy.
But he’s never had sex with anyone. And I can’t help feeling like the spiky person that is Declan wouldn’t just give it away to anyone. This is special.
Are you sure?
I shake my head and position my cock close to his hole, using the tip to smear more wetness around his entrance. “Last chance. Are you sure you want your first time to be me?”
He takes a deep breath. “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”
It feels like my chest breaks open at those words. The feelings I’ve tried to ignore or deny about Declan burst from wherever I’ve hidden them. They take over my brain, coating it in thoughts of only him.
Him and I.
Forever.
I nod, too overwhelmed from my revelations to be able to speak actual words.
Leaning down one last time, I kiss him. It’s slow and passionate. Coded with everything I feel for him. How special this is. How thankful I am.
I push myself back up and fix my eyes on where we’ll connect as I slowly drive my hips forward.
He tightly shuts his eyes as I’m met with resistance. “Relax, mi amor,” I croon, petting his thigh and then wrapping both of them around my body. “Let me in.”
He takes another deep breath, closing his eyes on the exhale, and it’s at the moment that the head of my cock pops inside.
I’m immediately overcome with tight, amazing heat. It surrounds my cock, coaxing me to keep feeding my inches into him.
But I control myself as I look up at his shocked expression. “You okay?” I ask, running my hands over his legs.
Clearing his throat, he manages to nod his head. “Yeah, I just don’t know how I can fit any more inside.”
A smile spreads across my face as I reach between us and stroke his weeping cock, eliciting a soft sigh from him. “You can take it, munequito. I promise.”
The prettiest moan comes out of him when I add my other hand, cupping his full balls as I continue slowly jacking him. “Ohhhhhh, yes. O-okay. You can give me more.”
“That’s my good boy,” I whisper as I push another inch forward.
A full body shiver wracks my bones while I get used to how his ass strangles my cock.
“All of it,” he pants, staring at me through his half-lidded eyes.
I oblige, letting go of his dick so I can hold onto his thighs and steadily guide the rest of my shaft past his hole until my pelvis rests on his ass cheeks.
“Oh, god. Mi amor. You feel so fucking amazing. The fucking best.” My skin’s already beaded up with sweat, evidence of my barely contained composure. I want to split him apart. Have my way with him.
Being inside of him for the first time is like fucking nirvana.
But looking down at him, he’s having a conflicting time. His face keeps switching from mild discomfort to pure bliss as I stay seated inside of him.
“Let me know when you want me to start moving,” I whisper
“You can,” he answers back in a choked voice.
I make a small, tentative move backward, before pushing into the hilt again. Another shocked expression pops up on his face, but this one quickly melts into desire as I thrust again.
He groans and throws his head back, showing me the tendons stretching in his neck. “Yessssssss.”
His reaction gives me confidence, so I increase my pace, gradually rocking my hips faster. With each grind against each other, he becomes a little more unstable. Moaning and panting. Clawing at my chest to get me closer.
I lean down and hug his body to mine, burying my face in his neck as I switch my movements to deep rolls of my pelvis.
The new angle is mind-blowing. I shut my eyes tight against his sweat-slicked skin to try to stop from coming. But it doesn’t seem to work.
It magnifies everything.
His breathy moans in my ear. The tight, hot friction squeezing my cock. The feel of his hard cock, wet and slippery as it rubs against my abs with each pump of my hips.
It’s all too much.
Something in between a sob and a moan flies out of my mouth as I realize that I can’t take it anymore. “Fuck, munequito. I c-can’t hold on. I’m gonna come. Shit. Shit. Shit. I’m sorry.”
My cock explodes in his ass, spraying his insides with my seed. Marking him as mine.
I grind my cum into him, whimpering and shaking throughout my orgasm. I’m barely able to fucking see straight with each surge of pleasure that crashes through me. It slows eventually, my vision fuzzily coming back to me. And all that’s left is my soaked, softening cock jammed inside of him.
I’m trying to catch my breath as he says, “Well… that was faster than I thought.”
I let out a pained laugh and get up on my elbows to look at him. “I’m sorry, mi amor. You just feel so amazing.”
“Mhm. A likely excuse.”
I shake my head. “Oh, no. I’m not making any excuses. I’m still going to take care of you.”
He widens his eyes and inclines his head. “Well then by all means.”
I lean down to kiss him, circling his tongue with mine as I slowly pull out of his hole.
He hisses into my mouth the moment it falls out, but I quickly pull away and raise his legs in the air.
He yelps and looks up at me with his body bent in half. “Ah! What are you doing?”
Hugging his torso to me, I look down at his hole—red, swollen, and abused, begging to be pampered after the beating it just took. I take a long, languid swipe of my tongue across it.
“Oh, god,” he screeches. It’s at this moment that I’m so glad Harold and Nancy are older and don’t hear shit.
“I’m going to lick all my cum out of you.”
I don’t let him say anything else, immediately diving my head between his cheeks and licking all over.
He keens, grinding his ass against my face as I lave sloppily at his cum-soaked hole. My hand reaches around, grabbing onto his cock and roughly stroking.
His body starts to tremble—cock swelling as I lick and stroke him. I can’t even tell what he’s saying, I’m too obsessed with the taste of his ass. How it’s leaking my cum. It’s fucking perfect.
Spearing my tongue, I drive it inside of him. Swirling it. Trying to get every bit of cum while I continue jerking his cock, twisting my hand around his slick head.
“Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come, Javi. God—just like that. Mmmmmfff.”
Cum shoots from his dick, landing on his chest, his neck, and his chin in hot, white streaks while he whimpers and gyrates in my arms. I milk his dick for all it’s worth, stroking him and tongue-fucking him until he has nothing left to give me.
Once the last tremors have left his body, I lower his legs gently to the bed and spoon my body around his—just laying there.
Neither of us tries to leave or get up. We’re fucking sweaty, and covered in spit and cum, but neither of us seems to give a fuck. I wish we could stay like this.
But just like all good things, it gets ruined. Not outwardly. Just for me.
My brain starts conjuring up images. Thoughts. Things from the past.
It replays what he confessed to me just now—that I was his first time.
That goes against a lot of what I thought.
I don’t know if it’s true, but I really want to just believe it.
I want to believe it all.