Chapter 30 #2
“Do you know how hard it is to watch you and not be able to put my hands on you?” he murmurs into my neck as he runs his nose against my skin, pushing his face into my hair with a deep inhale.
I chuckle a bit as I lean back against him, rubbing my ass against his hard body. “You didn’t even see me for that long. You just got here.”
“Any time is too much, munequito.”
Everything inside me softens, and then I’m just mush—barely being held up by the hard body of the guy I’m desperately in love with.
Yeah, I said it.
I’ve been denying it for a long time.
But at this point, I have to admit it to myself.
I don’t know how I let it happen, but here we are.
He reaches in front of me, quickly undoing my jeans and shoving them down my thighs. “This is going to be quick, mi amor. We have to get back out there.”
I nod through my heaving breaths, trying to dig my nails into the door as I hear him rip open a packet of lube.
The first breach of his fingers is absurdly good. It’s only been a day, maybe less, since I’ve had him inside of me, but the euphoria that immediately storms my body makes it seem like it was forever ago.
I close my eyes and ride his fingers as he pumps them in and out, scissoring me open hurriedly.
His fingers disappear and I snarl like the animal I thought I wasn’t. I hear the sound of squelching as he lubes up his cock before his warm breath caresses my ear. “Don’t be upset, mi amor. I’ll go slow another time. Right now I need to fuck this hole hard and fast.”
He thrusts inside in one brutal motion.
“Oh god,” I groan, tipping my head back against his chest.
Our eyes connect while he starts caressing my face, peppering soft kisses on my forehead. “Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“I can feel you in my lungs, baby,” I mutter absently.
We both chuckle, and then the laughter slowly dies out, until we’re both stuck staring into each other’s eyes. Connected in our bodies and something else. Something invisible.
“I love you, Declan.”
All the air whooshes out of me. I want to say it back, because it’s obviously true for me, but my voice won’t seem to cooperate. I can only keep staring at him. Lost in the warm brown of his eyes. The kindness that’s always been there.
My eyes start to sting, and then I feel a tear spill out. It runs down my cheek, disappearing into the neck of my shirt.
His eyebrows crash together. “Don’t cry.” He brings his hand up to hastily wipe away the other tear that leaks out.
“Do you mean it?” I ask quietly.
His expression smooths out into something more blank and contemplative. And I think that means he knows what I really mean.
Will you leave me again? Is it for real this time? Can I trust you again?
“I do,” he says.
He places so much emphasis on the “I.” That little feeling I’m always trying to ignore peeks out from the back of my brain.
I shove it away. He said he means it.
“I love you too.”
He smiles widely and buries his face into my neck, hugging me harder to his body. “Are you ready, mi amor?”
“Yes,” I whisper, rubbing my cheek against his head.
Pulling his hips away until just the tip of his cock is inside of me, he drives back inside, repeating the motion with a steady rhythm.
I bite my lip to try to keep all my noise inside, but it’s so hard.
He’s hitting all the right spots and it makes me want to scream out.
Every time he pulls back, I can feel every ridge and vein of his dick.
It somehow seems even bigger than any other time.
I’m wrung the fuck out, right on the edge of losing my mind.
And yet, he pushes me even farther, pausing his thrusts while his hand snakes down to rub at my stretched hole. “Can this pretty hole take any more?”
I’m barely coherent. A sweating, panting mess. But I still manage to mumble, “I don’t know.”
“I think it can,” he whispers back as his finger breaches me alongside his cock.
I gasp. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“See?” He kisses along my neck—lazy and wet over my heated skin. “You love being stuffed so full. Don’t you, munequito?”
My brain scrambles around to form words for him. “Yes.” It’s all I can manage as I squirm against him, wishing he would move. “Come on,” I whine.
“What?”
“Please keep going.”
“Of course,” he says as he begins a slow grind of his hips, making sure my body is fully adjusted before he picks up his pace.
He pumps his hips, fucking me with his cock and finger while my hands slip and slide over the door.
I grab onto my aching dick that’s been leaking and neglected.
The relief comes in an instant. Less than a stroke, honestly, and then a tsunami crashes over me.
I tremble through a mind-numbing orgasm, hardly able to stand as spurts of my cum burst out of me while my hole clenches mercilessly around his thrusts.
He removes his finger as the last shudders leave my body. “I’m gonna come inside you. And then you’re gonna show me how much of my cum can fit in you.”
I manage a nod in response, so he quickens his pace. “Fuck, yes. I’m about to come, mi amor. Take all this cum. Take it. Oh, fuck,” he moans, his voice shaking from how hard he’s pounding into me.
He lets out a deep groan as he unloads, and despite me being practically destroyed by my orgasm, a small spurt of cum still spills out of my spent cock when I feel his release coat my insides.
He rests his head on my shoulder as he comes down, breathing through the tremors. But then he starts laughing, his shoulders shaking slightly.
I look back at him in alarm. “What’s so funny?”
Lifting his head up, he smiles at me. A little brown curl falls down onto his forehead. The whole picture is gorgeous. “I just can’t believe I’m so fucking horny for you that I fucked you in a public bathroom,” he says.
“Horny for me or just horny?” I ask light-heartedly.
He harshly grabs my chin, pulling my face that much closer to him. It surprises me so much that I let out a little gasp.
“For you. Always you, munequito.”
That crying feeling comes up again, so I blink a few times to make it go away, and I guess he takes pity on me, because he places a gentle kiss on my lips and lets me go.
“Now show me what I want to see,” he growls.
As he slowly pulls out of me, I clench to keep all his cum inside. He’s had me do this a few times before, but it never fails to turn me the fuck on, feeling like a depraved slut for him.
“Go ahead, mi amor. Show me.”
I reach my hands back, pulling my cheeks apart, and push his cum out. It gushes from me, leaving a hot trail down my crack.
“Fuck,” he mumbles behind me, before quickly walking over to me and softly biting my shoulder. “So fucking sexy,” he murmurs against my skin.
I shiver before he pulls away from me, and we finish putting ourselves together pretty quickly.
We walk to the table together, hand in hand. I find myself staring at our joined hands in bewilderment, wondering how I ended up here when I thought it was ruined for good.
He tips my chin up, still smiling with that gorgeous curl laying on his brown skin. “I don’t care who knows. You’re mine, mi amor.”
All I can do is smile as he pulls out my chair for me and I sit down.
I look up as he walks to his seat, to see everyone else at the table smirking at me, sans the new girl Sarah who has no idea what’s going on.
I ignore them as I try to turn my grin into something more surly and annoyed. My usual look. But as I shove a piece of chicken in my mouth, which I guess showed up a while ago in our absence because it’s cold as fuck, I can’t help the beaming smile that refuses to go away.
“Who is Carter?” Gwen’s innocent little voice pipes up.
Coldness sweeps my body. I look over at her. “Huh?”
She pushes my phone that had been sitting on the table back toward me, which shows a text from an unknown number on the lock screen.
She begins reading for the table. “Hey, this is Carter. What are you up to tonight? Want to come—”
I snatch my phone out of her little hands and let out a nervous laugh. “Wow. You’re getting really good at reading now, huh?”
“I am!” she squeaks cheerfully.
He must’ve gotten a new number or something, because I definitely have the old one blocked.
I hesitantly look up at Javi, but he’s not looking at me, aggressively cutting into the steak he ordered.
Even though he doesn’t quite understand everything, Landon must sense that something is off with what just happened, so he expertly redirects the whole table with a story about when he and Grant visited the Calhoun campus a few weeks ago.
My spirits sink as the dinner goes on and then ends—the whole time never getting another glance or word from Javi before he barrels out of the restaurant without saying goodbye to anyone.