Chapter 28
Declan, Present
That first push inside of me still burns for a moment, stealing my breath, but each time it’s gotten easier. Quickly, the discomfort morphs into that otherworldly feeling.
It isn’t just the part about it feeling amazing for me. I love that I make him feel good. That my body is the key to his pleasure.
We haven’t been able to stay off of each other. Even worse than before. I mean, right now I’m bent over with my hands on a dirty-ass log outside, getting fucked in nature.
And recently, there’s a type of sweetness to our sex. I’m not sure if he’s noticed, but I definitely have.
His touch at times is softer, the thrusts more smooth. It feels less about getting off and more about the fact that we can do it together.
Maybe I’m going crazy.
“Yes, munequito. You feel amazing. So fucking good.” He moans as he rolls his hips, deeply penetrating me in a slow, methodic rhythm.
“Fuck. I’m close. Shit,” I say breathlessly.
He places his hand on my back, making my spine arch and my ass lift. The new angle shifts everything, including my hands on the log. It scratches against my skin, leaving dirt and cuts in its wake.
I don’t care about any of that. His dick is in the perfect spot. It’s relentlessly pegging at my prostate. It feels too good—I can’t even fucking see straight, let alone hold back any orgasm.
“I’m coming, baby. I’m coming. I’m coming. Ummmfff.” My words are chanted and quick—barely out of my mouth before my dick jerks, coming completely untouched. I paint the log in my cum, my hard dick bouncing and spraying while I’m nearly unconscious as I ride the waves of my orgasm.
Javi whispers to me through it all. “Yes, mi amor. Just like that. I love to see my pretty doll come. So fucking perfect.”
His thrusts become more powerful, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around us until he quickly pulls out. “I’m gonna come all over this gaping hole,” he groans as he jerks his cock and then erupts.
Warm stripes land everywhere. My ass cheeks. My hole. My thighs. It’s fucking messy.
I shiver from how much I love it.
We both stand there, panting and collecting ourselves for a few moments before I say, “Um…”
I look behind me, hands still planted on the log and pants around my ankles.
He breaks his eyes from gazing at the mess he’s made to look at me uncertainly. “What?”
“How do we get all the cum off my ass?”
He looks around with a frown as he snaps the waist of his gym shorts back into place. “Can’t you just pull your pants back up? You’re wearing sweats. It’ll just soak it all up?”
“What the fuck? Are you a cave person?”
“No? But I don’t know if cave people were having this type of problem, so is it a fair comparison?”
“Ugh. Can you please find something?”
I stand up straight as he looks around and contemplates his options. Then he bends over and picks up a handful of dead leaves. “How about this?”
I recoil in disgust. “What? No! There’s probably dead bugs and gangrene in there.”
His brow draws down. “Pretty sure that’s not how gangrene works.”
I smile at him in spite of the cold cum that’s running down the back of my legs. “Oh my god. Can you please just—” I stare around, looking for anything that we could use. “Just get a leaf, but a live one. Not one of the dead ones.”
He walks over to a low hanging branch and plucks a large green leaf off of it. When he reaches me, I hang my head and let him run the leaf over my ass.
It’s not the best feeling in the world, but I keep my mouth shut while he finishes up and throws the leaf on the forest floor.
I look at it, crumpled among the other dried leaves. It’s soaked and wilted now.
A weird grimace overtakes my face. “Rest in peace, leaf.”
Javi laughs as he grabs onto my arm, yanking me into his body. Looking down at me, he places a kiss on my forehead. “I need to talk to you.”
My blood stops moving. “Talk to me?” I try to seem cool about it, but my voice still sounds squeaky and scared.
To make matters worse, he seems a little nervous to say whatever it is. But he does, drawing soft circles in my elbow with his finger. “Will you come to dinner with me tonight? At my house?”
I go to open my mouth, but he interrupts before I can give any type of answer. “Scott is out of town, so my mom is making mofongo.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Um, it’s like a ball of smashed plantains and then you serve it with meat and other shit.
I promise it’s so good.” He pauses a moment, his eyes taking on a gloomy quality.
“He never wants her to make any Puerto Rican food while he’s around.
So it’s a really special night for us, and I’d like you to be there and meet her. ”
My heart absolutely melts—liquifying itself to spread this glowing, euphoric feeling throughout my body. “Oh. Um...”
He shrugs and blushes, the tiniest hint of red tinging his light brown cheeks. “It’s no big deal.”
I eye him doubtfully. “I don’t know. Feels like it is.”
He smirks, sexily tipping up one side of his mouth into his signature half-smile. “Maybe you’re right.” He leaves me, walking over to the irises that have just started to bloom and plucking a blossom, then placing it tenderly behind my ear. “You called me baby.”
My mouth tightens as my cheeks burn. I look off to the side. “I don’t remember that.”
“You did.”
“Well, you call me lots of shit too,” I point out.
He nods and grazes his fingers against my cheek. “I do.”
I can’t help it—my eyes fall shut and I lean into his touch.
“I like you, munequito. I think… I think I want more. With you.”
I stare up at him, unable to say anything back until I dumbly ask, “You do?”
He looks at me so intently, while his fingers continue tracing a path across my cheek. It makes me feel like I’m the only other person in the world with him. “Yes. And to be honest, I don’t think I ever stopped.”
He punctuates his sentence with a kiss on my lips. It’s gentle, telling me that everything he’s saying is true.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
This is it. The moment where I can either deny it and protect myself by pushing him away, or tell the truth and dive in head first.
My liquidy-ass heart screams at me from all corners of my body.
Fucking dive in, you idiot.
But my brain chimes in to fuck shit up.
What about when he’s thinking about the past? Will he still want you then?
I’m not sure I’d be able to survive if he tossed me aside. Again.
My words are shaky and quiet. “I like you too. I’d love to go tonight… baby.”
I don’t know if it’s a dumb decision, but it’s the one I make.