Chapter 24
Banjo
How Tavryn can go from bawling his eyes out to bossing me around in under three minutes, I’ll never understand. He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I don’t regret asking him if he’s sure, and not just because it made him extra bossy. All that stuff he told me was hard. I could tell by the way his voice kept cracking that no matter what he thinks, he’s not over it.
I don’t blame him. Who could get over having their body messed up like that? All that on top of being betrayed by someone he loved? The person who was supposed to be his other half? I honestly don’t know how he’s functioning. If I was in his place, I sure wouldn’t be.
“Well?”
The word drags me back into the moment. Tavryn looks up at me.
His eyes are as fiery and demanding as they always are, but there’s something else in there too.
I look at him more closely, and then I realize—Oh.
He needs this. He needs to feel wanted and desired again.
He needs to be reminded that I care about him.
“Would you stop looking at me like that,” Tavryn huffs, dropping his hand from my neck to cross his arms over his chest. He’s full on pouting now. Apparently, I’ve taken far too long for his liking. That’s not surprising. Tavryn isn’t known for being patient.
“Sorry,” I laugh, slowly backing him up towards the side of the pool where there’s all sorts of products. The edge of the pool is ledged so you can sit and relax. When we reach it, I lift Tavryn up and sit him on it. “I was just thinkin’.”
“About?” Tavryn asks, tilting his head. His hair is piled up in a bun on top of his head, right between his horns, to keep it from getting wet. My fingers itch to pull it free.
“About how much I want you,” I whisper. I trail my fingers up his arms, taking an opportunity to touch all the skin that’s been off-limits so far. Will he mind me touching his back? I should probably ask, but now doesn’t feel like the right moment. Not when I’m trying to dirty talk.
“I’ve been fantasizin’ about puttin’ my dick in you since I used that dildo on you.” I slide my hands all the way down to Tavryn’s legs, pushing them as far apart as they’ll go. “I bet you’ll be even prettier takin’ my cock than you were takin’ my dildo.”
Tavryn laughs, his head falling back to rest on the edge of the pool.
Now that can’t be comfortable. I grab a towel for him to use as a pillow, folding it carefully before sliding it behind his head.
When I meet his gaze, his eyes are shiny, like he might cry again.
If he does, that’s okay. Crying isn’t a bad thing.
We both know I’ve cried plenty during sex.
I can’t help it. Tavryn always manages to overwhelm me in the absolute best way.
He wraps his legs around my waist, drawing me forward until our hips connect. Now if that’s not a sign to get things going, I don’t know what is.
It starts slow, with deep, passionate kisses and wandering hands.
Things between us aren’t normally like this.
Normally when we’re fooling around, it’s like a spark to dry tinder.
But this? This feels different. It feeds a different kind of warmth, a warmth that builds and builds in my chest until I think I’m going to explode.
It takes me an embarrassingly long time to realize what it is, probably because I’ve never felt it quite like this before. It’s love.
I’m in love with Tavryn.
I pull away from the kiss, taking deep, gasping breaths.
It doesn’t help fix the swimmy feeling in my head.
Neither does staring down at Tavryn. He holds my gaze, his swollen lips slightly parted as he takes in shallow breaths.
The humidity and my wet hands have pulled strands of hair out of his bun, and they curl at random spots around his face. He’s gorgeous. And I love him.
“Did you forget to breathe, silly human?” Tavryn teases, pushing his fingers up into my hair to play with my curls.
I melt into the touch, letting out a whiny little moan.
He laughs and tugs at my hair. “Aw, darling, are you overwhelmed already?” I nod.
It’s true. I am overwhelmed, even if it’s not in the way he thinks.
“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you exactly what to do. ”
I watch as he grabs a couple bottles of oil, sniffing each one before holding a green bottle out to me. I take it from him. “You won’t need much,” he mutters, leaning in to trail kisses and little nips along the curve of my neck.
I want him to bite me. Hard. Hard enough to leave a mark that will remind me of this moment forever.
“Start with two. I can take it,” Tavryn tells me. He bites down on my shoulder, but it’s not anywhere near hard enough to break the skin. Tease. “Want to be nice and tight for you.”
“Tav,” I groan, my hips jerking forward to grind against him. It always feels so good to rut my cock against his. Those ridges are incredible. It must feel good for Tavryn too, because he echoes my moan with one of his own. “Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you none.”
“You won’t,” Tavryn promises me. He shifts his hips forward until he’s right on the very edge of the ledge, giving me plenty of access to his hole. “Now prep me before I do it myself.”
I grin down at him. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Yes, sir.”
I pour some of the oil out on my fingers.
I circle them around Tavryn’s rim before doing what he asked and pushing two inside.
His back immediately arches, and I watch a drop of water as it trails down between his pecs.
I run my tongue all the way up Tavryn’s chest and lick up that drop before it joins the rest of the water in the pool. He shudders, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Move,” he demands without opening his eyes.
He rocks against my fingers, sucking them back into his body again and again.
The need to get my cock in him is the only thing I can think about.
I speed up my rhythm, catching his mouth in another deep, tongue filled kiss as I thrust two fingers, and then three, into his hot, tight little body.
“Are you good?” I ask, the words coming out muffled since Tavryn is currently sucking on my tongue. Please say yes. Please. I need to be in him more than I need air or water or food or even music.
Tavryn nods so quickly our foreheads bump together. It doesn’t bother me. I’m completely focused on guiding my painfully hard cock into him. My cock slides along his crease before I’m finally able to notch the head against his entrance and slide home.
It’s easier than expected, considering I didn’t prep him much and we’re not exactly using the right amount of lube. I groan loudly as I bottom out, head lolling back. It’s even better than I had imagined. I should have known. Everything about Tavryn is perfect.
Well, maybe not, but he’s perfect to me. And that’s all that matters.
“Oh gosh, Tav.” I bury my face in Tavryn’s neck as I try to keep myself from coming far too soon. I can’t remember the last time I actually did this, but I know it wasn’t like this.
Tavryn is so tight it almost hurts. And he’s hot inside. Hotter than the water, even. No wonder he never sweats. Sure, I knew from cuddling him that he’s a little furnace, but I’d never realized he’d be hot inside too. It’s almost too much to bear. Almost. “You okay, babe? Am I hurtin’ you any?”
“No, you’re not hurting me.” Tavryn wraps one arm around my middle, his other hand still buried in my hair. “You can’t hurt me. Promise.” He senses my hesitation. “If you hold back, I swear…”
I capture his lips in a kiss before he can finish his threat, figuring I can probably guess the end. He’s so cute when he threatens me, like he has to do it in order to get his way. He should know better than that by now. I’ll give him absolutely anything he wants. All he’s got to do is ask.
I move slowly, since I’m still teetering on the edge of my release. Tavryn nips at my bottom lip as my thrusts get rougher before tugging it into his mouth and sucking on it. He lets go with a pop, his breath coming quickly.
“More,” he demands, the hand on my back finding its way to my backside. He palms one cheek before giving it a fierce squeeze. The feeling of his nails digging into my skin encourages me to go harder, faster, until the water sloshes wildly around us.
The humidity is enough to have droplets of water gathering on Tavryn’s usually dry skin. He looks so good like this. All hot and wet and desperate for my cock. If I could have him like this forever, I would.
Apparently, whatever I’m doing isn’t quite enough for Tavryn, or maybe he just enjoys pushing my buttons, because he says, “Stars, Banjo, I said give me more. That means I want it rough. Can you even do that? Do I need to remind you how it’s done, human?”
If you had told me months ago that my partner would be talking to me like this, I never would have believed it. And I definitely wouldn’t have believed how much it turns me on.
“I can do it,” I grunt, as desperate for his approval as always.
I can be good. I can give him exactly what he needs.
I bend him back until his head rests against the edge of the pool again, resting one of my knees on the ledge to give myself more leverage.
We both cry out as I sink in that last little bit.
Everything after that becomes instinct. My hips move in short, frantic thrusts as I try to get deeper into him.
I’m going to come. There’s absolutely no way I’m going to last, but there’s also no way I’m coming before Tavryn.
For now, my only purpose in life is to give him as much pleasure as possible.
I shift my hips as I drive into him until his whole body stiffens and he lets out a high-pitched keening nose.