Chapter 36
Zeke
Talon’s penthouse is akin to being at Summit.
Seeing as it’s on the top floor, I suppose the penthouse is a type of summit anyway.
Rising high into the air, the view overlooks the urban jungle instead of the snow-covered slopes, but the feeling of being above it all, and the weight of the world melting away as we ascend, is the same.
But this article is weighing heavily on him, and not even being squirreled away together on top of the world is helping.
I know I’m missing something; I’m just not sure what it is.
Sure, I don’t love that Dahlia announced our relationship through the media, but I’m not as bothered by it as Talon is.
His reaction threatens to bring back old demons, but I cast them aside.
I am good enough for him, dammit.
No longer hungry, I head to Talon’s bathroom to grab a shower.
I’m in the middle of rinsing soap from my body when Talon enters the steam-filled room.
“Hey, we’re going to do lunch with my family instead of dinner, okay? We’ll leave here around eleven-forty-five.”
Opening the shower door, I reach a wet hand toward him.
“I feel like I’m losing you. What’s going on?”
Talon sighs and strips his shirt off.
“Are you trying to distract me with your body?” I ask, only partly joking.
“Because it might work, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about whatever it is you’re going to say.
” When Talon barely cracks a smile, I get worried.
“Talon, tell me we’re okay,” I demand in a harsh tone, my fear getting the best of me.
Finally, his eyes focus on me.
“Yes. God, yes. I’m sorry. You and I are okay.
We’re better than okay,” he says, stepping out of his pants and into the shower.
“But the articles will grow. The one that printed first is from a reputable source and usually sticks to the facts. The problem is that others aren’t and won’t.
By the end of the week, you’ll be sixteen and my second cousin that I’ve been grooming for years. ”
I snort, squeezing shampoo into my hands.
“But that’s such a blatant lie. No one will believe that.”
“You’d be surprised how much damage those blatant lies can do. It’s not just me they’ll put under the microscope. It’s my sister, my brother, our parents, you…the company.”
I think about that for a second.
Soon, I’ll be on my way to meet his entire family, and this is what we have to discuss?
“Fuck. Your family will never accept this, Talon. They’ll never accept me. I’m nobody. I come from nothing. I have nothing to bring to the table, and now I’m the reason you’re going through this.”
Nausea swirls in my belly, and dizziness forces me to the bench seat.
Talon’s hands land on my shoulders half a second later.
“You bring yourself, which is more than enough. You never cared about my name or my money. You have dreams and goals outside of making the society pages and vacationing on yachts. The things you want, money can’t buy, and that makes me feel wanted, needed, and loved.
That makes this real. No matter what happens, Zeke, I’m choosing you.
I just hate that ever since we met, we haven’t had a moment’s peace. ”
“That’s not true. Last night was peaceful,” I argue, dropping to the shower seat and wrapping my hands around the backs of his thighs, burying my face in the short, wet hair above his dick.
“Maybe we can recreate it before we go,” Talon says.
Arching a brow, I look up at him.
“Ten minutes ago, you looked like someone shot your dog. One minute ago, you were ready to shoot whoever shot your dog, and now you want to fool around?”
He grabs my hands and moves them up to his ass.
“Ten minutes ago, I was ready to burn the world down to protect you. One minute ago, you reminded me that as long as we’re together, the world can burn eternally. And now I want to be yours again in that way we discovered last night.”
“Aren’t you sore?”
“Not really. You took extremely good care of me, and I trust you to do it again.”
Talon reaches around me for the bottle of lube on the inset shower shelf, pours some into his hands, and passes it to me.
While I’m wondering what he needs it for, he drops to his knees on this hard shower floor and takes hold of my cock, causing a hiss to leave my lips and my back to sit up straighter.
“Fuck, I love when you touch me,” I tell him.
Talon uses both hands on me, pressing kisses to my inner thighs as he jerks me off, making my dick hard under his hands.
As my dick swells, his does too, as the water continues beating down on us both.
“Can I ride you right here?” he asks.
“I don’t know that I’ll have much leverage that way, but if you want to fuck yourself on my cock, I’m certainly not going to stop you,” I tell him, proud of myself for remembering a single word in the English language.
I lube my fingers and start making demands.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall. Ass out.”
His dick bobs at the commands, making me smile.
Talon juts his perfect ass toward me, and I treat it like the treasure it is. The treasure he is, his trust is, his love is.
Wanting nothing more than to make him feel good, I take my time warming him up. Pressing kisses to his flesh and making sure I hit every nerve ending. Talon doesn’t shy away from his pleasure, and turning him on turns me on.
When he pushes himself backward, seeking my hand, I know he’s ready.
He moans long and low when I breach his hole with two fingers. Knowing I still have time before he’s completely ready to blow, I press forward, swiping along his prostate. My satisfied grin widens when his forehead hits the wall and his back arches even further.
“Again,” he pleads.
I happily oblige until his hips buck, and he gives me a warning as he shoves away from the wall.
“Fuck. I’m ready,” he growls, turning and pushing down on my shoulders.
The bench seat follows the curve of the shower, so some parts are narrower than others, and Talon guides me to the narrowest section.
With our size difference, I wasn’t exactly sure how this would work, but since his legs are longer than mine, it actually works quite well.
Even with his knees draped over the outside of mine, he can still touch the floor, meaning he has leverage to bounce.
Talon grips my knees for balance as I grab the base of my cock with one hand and his hip with the other, guiding him onto me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” we say at the same time as he sinks down onto me.
Talon starts slowly, but doesn’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt, my skin flush against his. Grabbing his hips, I push and pull him back and forth, letting him feel how fucking hard I am for him.
“Ohmygod,” he whines as he lifts himself slightly before slamming back down onto my lap, making me moan.
“This isn’t going to take long if you keep doing that,” I warn.
“I need both hands to steady myself. Can you reach around and jerk me off?” he asks, his breath coming heavy and fast.
I lean forward, snaking my arm around his waist until I find his cock and begin stroking.
His head falls back, and he shifts his hips, really getting into the whole riding motion.
“You did rich kid shit, like riding horses growing up, didn’t you?” I ask, mesmerized by his movements.
“I might’ve been on one or two,” he pants. “But this is by far the best ride I’ve ever had.”
I squeeze his cock a little harder as I continue working him over with my hand.
I know he’s getting close, but I’m overcome with the need to see his chest flat on the bed with his beautiful ass in the air. The way I want to grip and spread his cheeks apart as I pump myself into him has me far too hot for this shower.
“After you come here, can we move to the bed? I want a chance to ride this ass the way you’re riding my lap.”
“Let’s go now…want to come together.”
Talon’s already moving before I can protest, and the loss I feel when I slip from his body rocks me to my core.
He shuts the water off, opens the door, uses my towel to quickly pat himself dry, and then hands me a new towel from the closet.
Overcast skies throw muted light around his room, and flurries swirl beyond the window.
I can’t wait to see him in warmer weather, maybe on a beach, shirtless with a backwards hat and…
A hand wraps around my wrist, yanking me forward onto the bed.
Talon is already on all fours, looking over his shoulder at me.
“Please. I need you.”
Adding more lube from the pump bottle on the nightstand, I slather it on his hole and reapply it to my cock, ensuring another smooth, painless entry.
I line myself up, watching in awe as his body devours me hungrily. The sensation is so overwhelming that I pitch forward, my chest landing on his back.
While I’m here, I pepper kisses along his spine.
Apparently, I don’t move fast enough because he begins fucking himself on my cock again.
“Please,” he whimpers, causing me to sit up and grip his ass in my hands.
I pull his cheeks apart with my thumbs and watch my dick slide in and out of him.
I’m on the edge immediately.
“Touch yourself for me, Talon. I’m gonna come, and I want you there with me.”
Talon shifts his weight to one arm beneath me, using his free hand to honor my request while I inch closer to the edge. With three more pumps of my hips, I’m there.
“Oh, shit. I’m coming.”
The sound of Talon’s fist shuttling along his dick prolongs my release, and by the time his ass bears down on me and I feel him let go, my cock is so sensitive I’m afraid it’s going to fall off.
But this kind of pain is euphoria as he slams back against me until his arms give out and he falls face-first into the pillow.
I don’t want to move. His body is a blanket of heat surrounding my softening cock. The sweat droplets along his spine taste like heaven on my tongue. I run my hand up his back until my fingers curl lightly in his hair and my nails graze his scalp.
“Ohmygod, I’m dead,” he mumbles.
“I hope not. I’m really starting to like this whole sex thing,” I tease.
Popping an eye open, Talon angles his head to look at me.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirm.
He rolls, causing his body to release my dick, and I hop into action.
“Be still. I’ll clean you up.”
Laughing, he follows me into the bathroom.
“We should probably just take another shower.”
“I’m not so sure you can shower with me without it turning into that every time,” I point out with a proud smile.
“Is that a complaint?” he asks, stopping at the sink to brush his teeth.
It dawns on me that we haven’t even kissed this morning, so I follow suit, suddenly needing to feel his lips against mine.
“Not even a little,” I mumble around my toothbrush.
I reach for him as soon as the task is complete, my lips parting to make room for his, our tongues dancing, licking, savoring.
Talon’s hand is on the back of my neck as he holds me to him, our naked bodies connected from our lips to our toes.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
Following him inside the dual-headed shower for the second time this morning, I take in the way his muscles flex as he moves, the way his eyes are so honest, the way his smile never fully leaves his lips.
“You’re staring,” he says, rubbing body wash over his chest.
“You’re worth staring at.”
He pauses.
“Whatever happens, I choose you. You know that, right?” he asks, killing my sex high. I’d somehow managed to forget about the shitstorm waiting for us.
“And I choose you, but hopefully it won’t be as bad as we think.”