Chapter 25
Talon
Things have finally settled down. My days are the most normal they’ve been since I arrived in Ricochet Ridge.
It’s the end of February, and we’ve heard nothing more from Derek, which is a relief. After our run-in, he didn’t contest the protective order, and I made sure my legal team has its expiration date on the calendar and is fully prepared to ensure it gets renewed every single time.
Zeke and I are stretched out on the couch after a long, but really good, day at work. Dinner was easy and quick tonight; both of us content with a lazy evening.
He’s scrolling on his phone while I’m scrolling through the channels when he suddenly flips his phone toward my face.
“Ohmygod, Talon, look!”
It takes my eyes a second to adjust to the screen, but as it comes into focus, I see the numbers in black. His investment account earned a hundred and twenty-seven dollars today.
I finally convinced Zeke to let me open an investment account for him earlier this month.
I explained the benefits and divulged enough to get him to understand that five thousand dollars is a literal drop in my bucket…
less than, actually. I’d wanted to put fifty grand in the account because I understand that in most cases it takes money to make money, but I knew he’d never let that fly.
“Hey, that’s great! You’re earning already,” I tell him, kissing his cheek. It makes me so happy to see him excited.
“I couldn’t do it without you,” he says, peppering kisses along my bare chest from where he’s tucked into my side. It may be six degrees outside, but it’s plenty warm in this living room.
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close, but not directing his movements.
We still haven’t progressed our physical relationship beyond kissing, hand jobs, and rubbing our dicks together.
Although I want him in every way possible, the pace has been nice.
He has a lot of healing to do, and I want to ensure he has the time, space, and support to do it.
But when Zeke’s sliding around on me, his dick bumping into mine, I can’t help my reaction. I no longer apologize, though, because we’re both men, and he understands how things work.
Not to mention, I’m pretty sure he gets a kick out of knowing how much he turns me on.
“Your lips feel good on my skin,” I tell him as he rolls fully on top of me and drags his body along mine, pulling an obscene groan from me. “How far do you want this to go?” I ask, giving him a warning that if he continues, I’ll be past the point of no return soon.
My hands itch to touch him, and my body aches to cover his like he’s doing to me now, but I don’t push.
“I want you to come,” he tells me.
“Can you get there tonight, too?” I ask.
Sometimes he’s there with me, but other times his trauma pulls him under.
I can tell when he starts to retreat, and thankfully, I’m getting better at pulling him out of the spiral.
We’ve talked about therapy, but he’s not ready to open up to strangers about it yet.
He does talk to Eloise on the regular, though, and I’m even more grateful for my sister these days because of that.
“Yes,” he answers, getting my mind back on track instantly as he starts rolling his hips.
My hands fly to his ass, grinding him harder against me.
“Is this okay?” I ask per usual.
“Can we ditch the pants?” he replies.
“Absolutely.”
We’re already breathing hard, both our dicks standing at attention as we stand to strip off our bottom layers. Once we’re completely naked, Zeke pushes me back down onto the couch and resumes his position on top of me.
Using my shoulders as leverage, he pushes and pulls himself along my body. My greedy hands wander back to his ass, careful to make sure he knows I’m not going any farther.
As I press him into me, my hips rise, my cock seeking all the friction it can get.
“Keep doing that,” Zeke groans as his cock hardens against my own.
He spreads his legs wider, allowing his knees to fall on either side of mine, bringing us both closer to the edge.
My cock aches, but a different sensation is quickly taking over.
I’ve honestly never given much consideration to my ass, but ever since acknowledging my emotional feelings for Zeke, I’ve done some exploring of my physical feelings as well.
What I discovered was only shocking because it was new, but it doesn’t scare me.
“Baby, can we go to the bedroom?” I ask. “I want to try something.” Zeke stills, prompting me to explain. “I want to lie face down and let you do this against my ass.”
The feeling of emptiness back there is in stark contrast to how full and heavy my cock is, and I want to see if we can even them out.
I’m not asking him to fuck me. I haven’t broached the subject, needing him to do it when he’s ready and comfortable, but this request seems gentle enough, especially since he’ll be in control.
“You what?” he asks, pushing up on his hands to look down at me.
I do my best to explain using different words to convey that when he’s ready, I’m open to anything he’s comfortable with.
“Was that the wrong thing to say?” I ask, afraid the timing is off, or my request carries more weight than I’d thought.
“No, I just…I assumed you’d prefer to top for your first time,” he admits.
“Well, based on how much I’ve enjoyed, uh…exploring…I really think I’ll enjoy anything as long as it’s with you.”
Zeke half rolls, half falls off me and onto the floor. Once he’s vertical, he reaches out a hand.
“You’re sure?” he asks, even though I feel like the line belongs to us both at this point.
“Yes,” I say confidently.
Taking his hand, I allow him to pull me from the couch, and I follow him to our room. I haven’t slept upstairs since sharing his bed that first night, and I never want to sleep apart from him again.
I waste no time turning on the gas logs in here, ripping the covers back, and climbing underneath, eager for him to join me.
Both completely naked, I roll onto my stomach, turn my head sideways, and rest it on my forearm so I can watch him mount me in my peripheral vision.
I feel his hands first. Fingertips spread wide, they run up my back like a masseuse, and my cock twitches against the mattress simply from Zeke’s touch.
“That feels so good already,” I admit, goosebumps breaking out along my skin as he rakes his nails down the path his hands just made. He scratches lightly across the sensitive skin of my ass, heightening all my senses.
He may not be fucking me tonight, but it’s definitely one step closer.
I can feel his hands fan out across my ass cheeks, his thumbs on either side of my crack as he spreads me open.
“Fuck,” he whispers, breathing hard.
“You can do that, too, baby. Whatever you want,” I say, my voice sounding strained to my own ears.
The next thing I know, Zeke pushes his hips forward and his dick slides along my crease. His body trembles above me as mine follows suit. I don’t regret the request, just the position, because I can’t grip my cock from here, and it’s begging to be touched.
“If I go ass up, can you still reach to keep doing that?” I ask, desperate to fist my cock.
“I think so. Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of concern, like mine usually is.
“More than,” I reassure him. “Just need to touch my dick.”
The bed shifts as Zeke moves to his knees, instead of a saddle position with his legs tucked under him. Before I have a chance to change my position, he grips my hips, pulling them into the air.
My stiff cock points forward, straight as an arrow, and as soon as I wrap my fist around it, a sigh of relief catches in my throat.
“Feel good?” Zeke asks from behind me.
“So fucking good,” I answer.
Thankfully, he waited until I’d said the words before driving forward again, because as soon as he does, I’m stripped of the ability to speak, completely reduced to grunts and groans.
I don’t think I’ll last long here, but I also don’t think Zeke minds.