Chapter 22
TATE
The only thing Hawke grabbed besides my hand after I’d whispered my admission for the second time was his bag from his truck.
He released me long enough to unlock the front door and I barely managed to close the door behind me before he dragged me up the stairs.
The second we were in his room, his mouth sought out mine and the last of my tears dried up as he made love to my mouth.
As heartbroken as I was that he would never love me back, I needed Hawke more than I needed my pride.
I’d pick up the pieces tomorrow. Tonight I would take enough of him to see me through the times in my life when I needed to pretend again.
I lifted my arms as Hawke tugged my shirt off and then I was reaching for his.
Our mouths barely parted as we undressed one another and the second I was naked, Hawke maneuvered me to the bed and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand.
But instead of laying me on my back, he urged me to lie down on my front and then he was hovering over me, his warm body blanketing mine.
He kissed me for a long time before lifting up just enough so that he could kiss the back of my neck.
As impatient as my body was for more, I loved every second of what he was doing to me.
It was like he was worshiping me as he placed unhurried, gentle kisses all along my shoulders, collarbone and neck.
And then his lips were trailing down my spine and I felt the goosebumps rise on my flesh as he grazed his nails over my back as he worked his way lower.
I expected him to stop once he reached the globes of my ass, but he didn’t.
He just kept kissing me and didn’t stop until he’d reached my feet.
As turned on as I was, my body also felt boneless and I didn’t protest when his hand closed over my hips and dragged me backwards until my ass was hanging off the bed, my feet flat on the floor.
Hawke split me open, but there was no lube pressed against my entrance, no finger seeking entry.
Just cool air. I glanced over my shoulder at him and saw that he was staring at where he was holding me open.
I looked at him questioningly and then held my breath when he licked his lips and suddenly dropped to his knees behind me.
There was no way he was going to…
But that was exactly what he did. I gasped when I felt his tongue tentatively flick over my hole.
I’d never had anyone do this to me before and I had no idea what to expect.
I’d never even been sure it was something I wanted because the idea of someone like Reggie rimming me had been a huge turn-off.
And I definitely wouldn’t have thought someone who was just starting to explore another side of his sexuality would do anything so intimate.
But after the first soft caress, another one followed, then another.
And it wasn’t just the tip of Hawke’s tongue that was exploring me.
His whole tongue, lips, teeth, they all worked together to put me in an agonizingly blissful haze of sensual pleasure.
I felt fingers drifting over my cock and balls and then Hawke fisted my shaft as he continued to play with my hole.
I gripped the bedding in between my fingers as the coil of need inside of me started to grow.
And then I felt it…Hawke’s tongue probing my hole more forcefully.
Before I could even consider what was happening, I felt it push into me and I cried out at the sensation.
Hands clamped down on my hips to hold me still, but that didn’t stop me from trying to push back farther on the tongue that was thrusting in and out of me.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled as Hawke’s tongue licked my insides.
“More,” I ordered. But instead of continuing, Hawke pulled his tongue free and closed his lips over my hole and sucked gently.
I began desperately rubbing my hips against the side of the bed in order to give my dick the friction it so badly needed, but Hawke took that away from me too by taking my leaking cock in his hand once again.
He started dragging his thumb up and down the shaft as his mouth moved from my hole down to my balls and then licked along my cock before reversing direction.
“Michael, please,” I whispered as the need inside of me became unbearable.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” Hawke whispered against my skin, his soft breath stroking over my fluttering opening.
“I need to come,” I begged shamelessly.
Hawke didn’t answer me, but a second later his tongue was surging into me again and his hand began stroking me with hot, tight glides.
And just like that I came. The buildup had been so slow and torturous, but the climax was the exact opposite because I was thrown over the edge with no warning at all.
The orgasm was ruthless as it flashed through my body and seared every cell with pleasure.
And through it all, Hawke kept fucking me with his tongue and fisting me with his hand.
On the heels of the crushing ecstasy was the tingling that started in my core and spread out to all of my limbs.
I was struggling to catch my breath as the orgasm started to ease and I couldn’t move when Hawke lay down on top of me, his front to my back and searched out my mouth. The second he kissed me, I knew exactly what the salty, bitter fluid was that transferred from his mouth to mine.
I was so sated that it was a struggle to kiss Hawke back, but I could tell he hadn’t taken his own pleasure because his erection was nudging my ass.
Hawke levered off of me and I felt his fingers massaging my hole.
At the same time, I heard the distinctive sound of a cap being opened and I wasn’t surprised when lube dripped onto my opening.
It felt cold against my hot skin and I shivered as Hawke worked some inside of me.
And then his slick cock was there and even in my exhausted state, I wanted it… him.
It took very little effort for Hawke’s crown to push past my outer muscle since Hawke had done such a thorough job of relaxing it with his ministrations.
He began fucking me with shallow thrusts that helped him work his way deeper into my body.
My ass burned as it stretched to accommodate his thickness and once he bottomed out inside of me, he dropped down on my back and kissed my ear, my neck, my jaw.
“I need you so badly, Tate,” he whispered.
“I’m yours, Michael. Always.”
The kiss I got was desperate and needy and matched the frenetic pace Hawke set as he pounded into my body.
I could feel my own cock responding as all the ridges of Hawke’s cock massaged my inner walls.
Hawke remained hunched over me and sought out my hands and linked our fingers together as he humped into me.
His breath was hot against my neck and every grunt drove my own need to come higher and higher.
“Fuck,” Hawke snarled as he began slamming into me urgently, signaling the end.
He shifted his hips just the tiniest bit and hit my gland and I let out a hoarse shout.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything as Hawke controlled every aspect of my pleasure.
I waited, I hoped and then I started begging Hawke to give me what I needed.
And then I was flying as I came again. Hawke shouted my name as he pummeled me with thrust after brutally deep thrust, and his weight held me to the bed as his release flooded my insides.
My orgasm ratcheted even higher as I felt his dick slide through his juices before shoving into me hard one more time and holding there for several long seconds as more of his cum filled me. And then I heard it, barely a whisper.
“I love you, Tate.”
And I wanted to cry.
Because I knew in my heart that it wasn’t enough.
I wasn’t enough.