9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
Elijah
How was it that ten years could pass, but my tongue remembered the taste of him like it was yesterday? It was a marvel that I couldn't stop exploring as the one kiss I had so long replayed in my head became two and three and half a dozen, yet never enough. Eventually, my mind blanked as I chased his tongue with mine and tried to deepen our kiss even further. The mingling of our mouths became a wild, impassioned thing driven by want and need and desire and an intense hunger to relive the past while diving head first into the bright glittering promise of the future.
I shuffled my feet and threw my weight around until I muscled his bulk against the nearest tree, the soft scrape of the gravel beneath our feet accentuated by the huffs of our stifled panting. God, I wanted to devour him. Mind, body, and soul. His back hit the bark with a muffled grunt and I shifted my attention to his neck as his head fell back against the tree. I had once known him more intimately than almost anyone else, but I had never had a chance to learn what made him tick or drove him wild. Tonight, I wouldn't stop until I had his entire body mapped by mine.
“Oh, oh God.” His whine was a breathy and hushed sound as I mouthed the soft skin just under his ear. Bingo—one erogenous zone discovered, countless more to find.
I slid my hands over his abs and higher under his shirt, reveling in the tense, quivering muscle beneath my palms. He had abs as a teen. Now, his abs had abs and my thoughts wandered to how often he must work out in order to create such chiseled contours. As soon as I brushed my thumbs over his nipples and drew a gasp from him with the touch, my wandering thoughts swiftly focused on repeating the action until I had him writhing and moaning and gripping my ass so tight, I was sure he’d leave marks. Check—another of my William's sweet spots had been revealed.
“Fuck, you're so sensitive,” I murmured to the skin of his neck as I ventured further to lick his Adam’s apple with a long, slow stroke of my tongue. “Please tell me you're this expressive in bed.”
“Yeah, no, maybe?” He gasped again, his back arching off the tree as I pinched his nipples gently between my fingertips. “Probably yes if you keep doing shit like that—oh!”
A pinch and a twist was the golden ticket. His dick twitched against my hip and he pulled me so tight against it, my own throbbed with the pressure. I needed him to make more of those sounds. I dropped to my knees with zero regard for the damp, loamy soil beneath us. I had bigger and better things to worry about. Much bigger things.
“God, I want your dick…” I pressed my cheek to the strained fabric of his trousers and nuzzled the length of his cock. “Confession: I used to check you out in the locker room and when we’d go to the swimming hole.”
“Confession: same.” His fingertips slid along the back of my head, his touch gentle in contrast to his erratic panting and full-body tremors. “Also a warning—I am not going to last long.”
I lifted my eyes to peer up at him as my lips twisted into a smirk. “I know. I'm going to take the edge off now so you can take your time when we get back to my house.”
He swore under his breath and looked toward the canopy with a gasp as I undid the closure on his pants and slid them down his hips. The briefs beneath them were pulled tight over his straining erection, and as I nuzzled his length beneath the fabric, the discovery of a wet spot and the heady aroma of his arousal had my own cock throbbing with desire.
“Good God, you're dripping for me.”
This time, the sound he made was a whimper that directly spoke to my balls and had them drawing up. I clamped a firm hand over my dick and gave it a rough squeeze. There was no way in hell I would let this man make me come in my pants like a virginal teenager. I did revel in the discovery of yet another turn on for him—dirty talk seemed to make him purr like a kitten.
I jerked his briefs down and buried my nose against the base of his cock as it sprang free. “Mngh, so good. My mouth is watering for this dick, babe.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, EJ. I'm so close already and I'd really rather not embarrass myself.” His fingers swirled aimlessly patterns through my hair. I could feel how hard he was shaking through that tender touch.
“Tell me what you want, Will.” I ran my nose up and down the length of his erection.
“Suck it. Please?” His hips rolled, but the movement was stifled. He was trying so hard to be a gentleman. It made me want to toy with him until he lost his mind and all his reservations with it.
“You ask so nicely,” I let my breath dance over the silky skin of his cock before lapping a pearl of glistening precum from the tip. The taste exploded on my tongue and I couldn't hold back any longer. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and parted my lips to slide it, hot and heavy, over my tongue.
There it was—the moment he stopped trying to be so damn polite. His hands fisted in my hair as he drew a sharp breath through his lips. This was what I wanted. Will, desperate and on edge and wild with need, was breathtaking. I needed more of this version of him all the time. I increased the suction on the head of his cock, rocking my tongue back and forth along the underside until he was groaning with every exhalation.
Twisting my hand around the base, I pumped one, two, three times before taking him to the back of my throat. He muffled a shout and rocked his hips in response. If I hadn't been mentally prepared, I would have gagged on him. Part of me was trying to be impressive, when in reality my oral skills were mostly average at best. At least I aimed to get an A for effort.
My head bobbed, my fist worked the base of his cock, and spit ran down my chin as I poured everything I had into getting him off. Short, jerky little thrusts and the trembling I felt in his thighs had pride blossoming in my chest as he came undone. This definitely wasn't going to last long, but I wanted to make every second count.
“EJ… I’m gonna come.” He tugged gently at my hair, but I flicked my gaze up toward his shadowed face and persisted with quicker movements and harder suction. The moment our eyes met, it was game over. He tensed from head to toe as his cock pulsed in my mouth. Cum landed hot and heavy on my tongue and I drank it down with fervor, swallowing as he shuddered and groaned and bent nearly in half over my head as thick ropes of it flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow.
My movements slowed as I worked him through his orgasm, taunting and teasing each drop from his body until he whimpered and shivered with each pull. I was just as out of breath as he was by the time I sat back on my heels to wipe the back of my hand over the mess on my chin.
“Fuck… fuck me, that was amazing.” His clumsy hands pawed at my shoulders. “Up… up. It's my turn.”
I awkwardly climbed to my feet with a raspy laugh, chuckling even harder as he fumbled with the closure on my pants. “Slow down, babe. It's not a race.”
“No, I seriously need your dick in my mouth, like right now.” His knees hit the ground, one after the other, before he finally got my pants opened. I gasped in surprise as he yanked them and my boxers down simultaneously. William Doherty was about to suck my dick. The reality of it hit like a freight train with no brakes. Holy. Fuck.
Before my brain came back online after my epiphany, the warm, wet heat of his mouth engulfed my cock and my hands slapped against the rough tree bark to keep myself upright. It was sloppy and rushed and intense and literally the best fucking blowjob because of it. What he seemingly lacked in skill, he made up for with eagerness. I was halfway to gone before he even managed to find a rhythm to his frantic movements.
I cupped the back of his head with one hand and let my fingers swirl through his hair to articulate what I was unable to say out loud. Every time I opened my mouth to tell him how phenomenal he was doing, a filthy moan escaped instead of words. The pressure and burning heat built at the base of my spine as my balls drew up tight and my muscles began trembling with the progression of my imminent orgasm. What I had initially thought was a lack of skill turned out to be him warming up. Once he got going… boy, was I in for a ride.
“Babe… babe I'm close.” I widened my stance and hitched my hips forward. “Gonna come.”
He gripped my ass in both hands and before I could stop him, he gagged and swallowed around my dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Will could deep throat?! My lips parted but no sound came out as I spasmed and clung to him, my entire body convulsing with the power of my orgasm as it tore through me. All I could do was hold on tight to keep from falling over as my cock throbbed and pulsed and unloaded into his throat. As the last aftershocks of climax rippled through my body with shuddery shivers of delight, I stumbled backward and promptly landed on my bare ass in the gravel path.
We blinked at one another, dumbfounded, before bursting into hysterical laughter. In our wanton and wild abandon, I hadn't realized how far my pants had traveled until I took an impulsive step back. The shock of it had us both cackling like maniacs, punch drunk and floating on clouds of lust and euphoria.
Will scrambled to his feet and held his pants up with one hand while offering me the other. The grin on his face was the most breathtaking I'd ever seen—flushed, swollen lips glistened with spit and his dimples were pronounced in the dim light from the moon above. He was mine. I would accept no other fact. There was no way in hell I was letting this man go again.
“You okay?” He hauled me to my feet and steadied me with his grip before letting go to tuck his dick away and close his trousers.
“So fucking okay,” I replied with a laugh. “Jesus, Will. You sucked my brains out of my dick. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”
His cheeks grew bright red. I could tell by the way they contrasted darkly against his pale skin in the dappled silver light. “Okay, promise you won't judge me?”
I brushed my ass off and did up my own pants before stepping into his space and looping my arms around his neck. “Never. I swear.”
“I… may or may not have experimented… a lot… at the Police Academy.” He bit his lower lip and shrugged, the motion making my arms bob where they rested atop them. “There were a lot of closet cases… and closets.”
“William Doherty… I'm shocked. And also incredibly fortunate.” I pulled him down and smiled against his lips. “I almost want to thank all the lucky cadets who got to be your practice partners. I'm a very lucky man.”
“Hush. I would have rather it been you.” His arms cinched around my waist and pulled tight as he mumbled the words against my lips so earnestly, his voice wavered.
My heart tripped over itself and nearly flatlined. This sweet, surprising, beautiful man was going to be the cause of death on my headstone. Elijah Thompson—Died from an overload of William Doherty’s raw honesty. He was too good to be real, and nothing at all like what I'd built him up to be over the last decade. Frankly, it would take me a lifetime of trying to make up for the way I vilified him in my mind, especially if he kept hitting me with vulnerable, gut wrenchingly perfect romantic confessions like this.
“Let's head back, babe.” Yeah, babe was a thing now. It had slipped out so now it was staying and I had no qualms about it. Will didn't seem to mind either, judging by his smile.
“Yeah. There were promises of me taking my time with you tonight?” He pressed a little kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Indeed. You already surpassed my wildest dreams once already. I expect a repeat of that, sir.” I chased his little kiss with a peck of my own.
“Challenge accepted, love.” He winked and grinned, not realizing he'd managed to melt my heart into a puddle with one simple word. Love. I couldn't believe there was once a time not all that long ago that I had convinced myself I hated this man. In all honesty, I don't think I ever did. Not when he could render me physically weak in the knees with one simple term of endearment. I wasn't fooling myself—we had a long way to go before exchanging those words with our whole chest, but damn if I wasn't thrilled by the idea.
He gathered my hand in his and pulled me close to his side, leading the way along the path to where it would loop back to the Square. The air was much colder now, but I didn't mind it. Not when I had his body heat and the promise of what would come later on to keep me warm. I smiled to myself and wrapped my free hand around his arm, just to get us a little bit closer. There was no “too close” when it came to Will. If I had my way, we'd be right back to inseparable in no time at all.