Chapter 5 #2
I grin at him, stepping into his space. “Someone doesn’t skip the gym.”
He grunts. “Are you going to talk the entire time?”
“Don’t like hearing my voice, handsome?”
“Don’t lie.”
I lean back so I our eyes meet. “You are. Has no one ever told you?”
He looks away but doesn’t answer. “Why are you still dressed?” Declan grips the hem of my shirt and drags it over my head. “Fuck,” he mutters, low enough that I probably wasn’t supposed to hear it.
His warm hand trails over my chest, his thumb gliding over my nipple. “Pants,” he grunts. His voice is fucking gravel as he looks at my body.
Instead of removing my pants, I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands going to his zipper. Declan watches me, his breathing ragged, his eyes brimming with lust. His dick is like steel, almost bursting the seam of his pants.
“One time?” I ask, dropping my eyes to his dick as I undo his button. “Let me make it memorable.”
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his pants, I drag them down so I can get to my prize. When his cock pops out, my eyes grow wide. “How do you fly with this thing?”
For the first time since I’ve met him, Declan laughs. “Yeah, we’re not going there. Open wide so I can glide them across your tongue.”
The three barbells through the underside of his dick look fucking delicious and inviting, so I open and let him thrust into my mouth.
I groan when his flavor hits my tongue, the clean, metallic taste sending pleasurable jolts through me.
I can’t wait to feel those barbells inside me, but not tonight.
Tonight, I’m going to fuck another smile onto Declan’s face.
He palms the back of my head and pushes deeper into my mouth, grunting when my nose brushes his light dusting of pubic hair.
“Fuck, Nico,” he whispers. “I had no idea your mouth would be this good.”
I pull off him and chuckle, jerking him in a tight fist. Those piercings dig into my palm. I look up at him, watching those green eyes flash with arousal. “Want more?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathes, pushing his shaft toward my face, swiping his cockhead across my lips. “Open up. Deep throat me.”
Grabbing him by the ass, I open wide and take him in, pulling as much of his length into my mouth as I can without gagging.
His hot, hard shaft drags across my tongue, leaking precum down my throat. I swallow his essence, making Declan groan. I repeat the motion, pulling all kinds of filthy sounds from him.
He’s always so contained, keeping his emotions buttoned up and close to the vest. Hearing these noises, how freely he’s giving them to me, makes me want to have him like this again and again. Just so I can make him fly for once in his life.
“Shit, Nico. You’re going to make me come,” Declan groans.
I pull off and remove my hands from his dick.
“Oh no,” I say, leaning closer so I can kiss along his abs and lower belly.
“When you come,” I dart my tongue out and lick into his belly button, making his hand clutch at my shoulder almost painfully, “it’ll be on my dick. Now get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Declan steps back as I rise to my feet. His eyes don’t leave my face as he toes off his shoes and drags his pants off. “Leave the socks on,” I say with a grin.
He scowls but doesn’t make a move to remove them. “You’re a dick.”
“That’s what I hear. Hands and knees, handsome.”
Declan eyes me warily for a moment but does what I say.
His ass propped up in the air is the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen in my life. His tan ends where his briefs usually are, the contrast sexier than I thought it would be.
Walking over to the nightstand by the bed, I grab a condom and some lube from the complimentary bowl that’s set out, then head over to the bed.
I drag a light hand down Declan’s back and he shivers, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. “Hurry up,” he grumbles, his voice laced with lust.
“One time, remember? That means I’ll take my time, so you’ll remember me.”
“I’d rather forget,” he shoots back. I slap him on the ass for his snark, and he gasps almost dramatically and looks over his shoulder at me. His eyes are wide, lust so evident in his gaze my dick hardens more. “Wha…”
“Never been spanked before?” He shakes his head. I hum. “If I wasn’t so eager to get my dick in you, I’d show you just how good it can feel. But your ass needs to be filled.”
Declan pokes his ass out, the arch so fucking beautiful my dick twitches. “Fuck, just like that,” I mutter.
I drizzle my fingers with lube and trail them down his crease, down to his hole. His pucker flutters invitingly. “Don’t tease me,” he whispers. “You’re doing too much.”
“Oh no, handsome,” I say as I slide one finger into him, making him gasp.
I push it in and out slowly, feeling his heat around my digit.
“I haven’t done enough. I want to do so much more.
” I kiss down his spine, sucking marks into him as I go.
“But this will only be a one-off, so let me have my fun. I want your fucking hole twitching every time you think about tonight.”
“Fuck, you talk too much,” Declan breathes as he rolls his ass down on my finger. “Give me another.”
I do what he asks, pushing in a second, then a third finger. Declan’s hole clenches, sucking my fingers in deep. “You’re ready for my dick, aren’t you?” Scissoring my fingers, I stretch him open, wanting him nice and loose before I fuck him.
My dick isn’t the longest, but I’m thick, so I have to be careful; my partner needs to be stretched properly so I don’t hurt them.
He nods, dropping his chest to the bed as he pants. “I’m ready. Give it to me.”
I keep fingering him as I grab the condom. I hold it up to his mouth and Declan bites the packet, opening it.
With my free hand, I weasel the latex from the pack and slide it onto my dick, rolling it down so it’s snug. I don’t stop plunging my fingers in and out of him, pulling little whimpers from his throat. Who knew Declan could make those sounds?
Pulling my fingers free, I flip him onto his back, relishing the surprised look on his face. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He tries to turn back over, but I grip his hip to keep him in place. “No. I want you like this. With your legs around my waist and that pierced dick of yours brushing against my abs. I want to watch your face when you come because of how good I’m fucking you.”
“Are you always this annoying when you’re about to fuck?” he asks, though he doesn’t seem put off by what I want to do to him. In fact, his fucking pupils are blown so wide, I can’t see that beautiful green anywhere.
Smirking at him, I toe off my shoes and shuck my pants.
I blanket him with my body, grabbing one of his long legs and wrapping it around my waist. “Nah. Just with you. You don’t like it?”
“I don’t like you,” he shoots back.
Humming, I grab my cock and rub it up and down his slick hole. A soft sound of pleasure leaves his lips as I tease his rim. “You’re going to love my dick, though.”
Before he can form an angry retort, I press inside him slowly. Declan gasps, his nails digging into my ass cheeks; I look forward to the bruises he’ll leave behind.
Just as I thought, he’s beautiful with his face relaxed in pleasure. That permanent furrow in his brow is gone, making him look his age, not like an old man that has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I thumb over his bottom lip, wondering if kissing is off the table, but fuck it. If we only have one shot at this, I’m going to do everything I want to him.
Bending down, I capture his mouth, groaning at the feel of his soft lips on mine. God, his taste is fucking addictive. Declan sighs into the kiss, tightening his legs around me.
As I draw my hips back, I glide my tongue into his mouth, dueling with his. When I push all the way into him, Declan moans in surprise.
Fuck, he’s so hot and so fucking tight. His hole has a fucking stranglehold on my dick, trying to milk me of my nut before I can pull one out of him.
I’ve thought about fucking Declan a time or two, especially when he took off his suit jacket and I got a look at his tight ass.
But I never thought I would get the opportunity.
We’re too different, our personalities so opposite that we can barely be in the same room before we’re sparring with our words.
Having him under me like this is a fucking revelation. He’s still hard-ass Declan, but right now, he’s soft and pliant in my arms, letting me give him pleasure without reservation. I wouldn’t go so far to say he trusts me, but he doesn’t seem to doubt I’ll give him the release he needs tonight.
I want to stop kissing him so I can fuck him until he sees stars, but he’s too sweet. The noises he makes, drifting from his mouth into mine sends zings of ecstasy through me.
Raising his leg higher, I push into him, picking up the pace as he makes those tiny mewling sounds. Can he get anymore fucking sexy? Those noises coming from him, so soft and vulnerable…fuck, this might end before I can fuck him how I want.
I nip at his bottom lip, pulling a sexy moan out of him that has my orgasm firmly at my tip.
When I roll my hips, getting deep inside him and tagging his prostate, Declan grabs my hips and holds me tightly.
I look down at him, watching the sweet, pleasurable pain drift across his features. “Want me to stop?” I ask. I lift my hips again and push into him, making Declan curse and wiggle, like he’s trying to get away. “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” I murmur before diving in for another kiss.
“Stop talking. Fuck me harder. I’ve just…never…”
I raise my head so I can meet his eyes. “You’ve never had a prostate orgasm before?” I ask, incredulous.
Declan’s cheeks pinken, but he doesn’t drop his eyes. “No. I don’t bottom.”
“This is your first time bottoming?” I ask in even more shock.
He stares at me, searching my gaze before he nods.
“Fuck,” I curse and rest my head on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“It’s not important,” he says tightly. “It’s just sex. Come on, I’m close. We can discuss it later. Or never. Just fuck me so I can come.”
“We’ll talk about it,” I say, thrusting into him again. “But let me show you how good it can feel to have your prostate pegged.”
Wrapping my hand around his thick cock, I jerk him as I thrust, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head. Declan’s mouth drops open as he moans and pants, his fingers hard on my hips.
I like how his pierced dick feels in my grip. The barbells are warm, like his skin, the metal gliding across my fist effortlessly.
“I’m close,” he whispers, so I pick up the pace, fucking him in time with my stroking. I want him fucking liquid under me.
“Come on my dick, handsome. Give me what I want.”
Declan tosses his head back and groans loudly as cum shoots from his dick, painting my fist. He looks down at himself, arousal warring with shock. But fuck, is he a fucking vision. I’ve never seen someone so fucking perfect as they came apart on my dick.
His surprised but satisfied expression—coupled with his warm heat—pushes me over the edge and I’m coming, filling the condom with my release.
It’s one of the best orgasms of my life. Pleasure licks across every inch of my skin as my cock twitches inside him. Declan runs his fingers up and down my spine, the softness of the gesture prolonging my release until I feel all the strength sapping from me.
I want nothing more than to collapse onto Declan, to bring him down from his first experience bottoming, but I can already see his eyes shuttering and that careful mask dropping back into place.
I catch my breath and pull out, grinning when he winces and takes a shuddering breath. Oh yeah, he’s definitely going to remember tonight.
Reaching up, I rub my hands through the mess on his belly and stuff my fingers into my mouth. I hum as I suck his cum off my digits, watching lust drift back into his gaze.
“One time,” I murmur as I grab my clothes. “Was it worth it?” I snatch the condom off, tying it off and throwing it in the trash can.
Declan scoffs as he sits up. “I’m not going to stroke your fucking ego. Give me my clothes so I can get out of here.”
He makes no move to get off the bed. As I get dressed, I look down at him, committing the scene in front of me to memory.
Declan, sprawled across the bed after I fucked him into a coma, his eyes hazy, cheeks flushed, lips kiss swollen and his abs covered in cum.
His dick hasn’t gone completely soft, the impressive length resting against his thigh.
Those barbells wink at me, promising pleasure if only we had more than tonight.
Maybe in another life, I’ll fuck someone exactly like Declan—but with a better attitude.
Once I step into my pants and shoes and pull my shirt over my head, I walk over to Declan and grab him by the back of the neck. He looks surprised when I kiss him hard. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, pulling a moan from him. Delcan’s fingers drag across my scalp, trying to hold me in place.
He’s so fucking greedy for me.
I break the kiss and grin when he whimpers, trying to get at my mouth again.
“Get your own clothes, handsome,” I say, watching that scowl drop into place and a sneer twist his lips. “I’ll see you at dinner in a few days.”
Then I leave the room, fighting not to look back.