Chapter 12 #2
There was only one thing I cared about, and that was Kit.
I did have some goals where he was concerned, and I’d thought about writing them on my bucket list, but that felt wrong.
Taking care of him, helping him, and enjoying every moment we had together couldn’t be reduced to line items. They weren’t something to finish and check off.
As I rested my cheek against Kit’s hair, I happened to catch a glimpse of Hal and Ryder across the dance floor.
They looked blissfully happy and deeply in love.
I envied them, because they got to build a life together, and plan their wedding, and experience a true happily ever after that would last years.
Decades. A lifetime. What I wouldn’t give to get to build the same kind of future with Kit, to know we had nothing but time to be together…
But I really couldn’t think like this. All it would do was make me sad and cast a shadow over the time we had left. I needed to focus on living in the moment—and what was happening right now was sensational.
Kit looked up at me and smiled, which made my heart flip over in my chest. When I kissed him, the kiss I got in return was smoking hot.
His dark eyes sparkled mischievously as he said, “You know, we have that totally private hotel room waiting for us, and our friends are staying all the way down the hall. If we wanted to get loud, there’d be nothing stopping us…”
I grabbed his hand. “Good thought.”
We said goodnight to Hal and Ryder and told them we’d see them at breakfast before hurrying out of the bar. On the walk back to our hotel, Kit said, “I know we’ve been pacing ourselves or whatever, but I really want you to fuck me. I even prepped myself earlier, just in case you’re ready, too.”
“I’m more than ready.”
As soon as we got to our room, everything kicked into high gear. Even before the door finished swinging shut, we grabbed each other and kissed like our lives depended on it.
We left a trail of clothes as we made our way across the room, finally landing on the bed. I kissed his neck and shoulder and chest as he fumbled with my jeans. We had to detangle for a moment to finish stripping, but as soon as we were naked, we were all over each other.
Even though we’d never fucked, we’d been intimate in countless other ways.
By now, I knew Kit’s body as well as I knew my own, and I did everything I could to make him feel wonderful.
I licked and kissed and caressed his most sensitive spots, encouraged by the moans and gasps of pleasure that tumbled from his lips.
He writhed beneath me as I sucked his nipple and stroked his cock, his breath catching when I slipped my hand lower and circled his hole with my fingertip.
When I paused to make sure he was okay with this, he sat up a little and smirked as he asked, “What do you think, that I’m about to slam the gate shut and put up a closed sign?
Keep going!” I grinned as he handed me the lube and rubbers he’d stashed in the nightstand.
“Oh, I see. It turns out you’re a bossy bottom,” I teased.
His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. “Only when provoked. Now hurry up and get inside me.”
By the time I worked him open and put on a condom, he was rock hard and begging me to fuck him. I slid inside him and held still for a few moments, until I felt him start to relax. Then I started to move, slowly at first. “I promise I won’t break,” he said. “You can fuck me a lot harder than that.”
“Oh, I plan to. This is just the warm-up. The formation lap, if you will.”
“What the hell is a formation lap?”
“It’s the first slow lap race cars take around the track, to warm up their tires.”
“My tires are warmed up and I’m waving the checkered flag, or whatever they do that means just go already.”
I thrust in slow motion and slid almost all the way back out as I smiled and said, “You know what I’m looking forward to?”
“What?”
“About five seconds from now, when all you can do is moan.” With that, I shifted slightly to make sure I nailed his prostate and started fucking him harder and faster. It actually took less than five seconds for him to go from smirking to throwing his head back and moaning.
At that point, we both forgot about the playful teasing and let our primal sides take over. He planted his feet on the mattress and began rocking up to meet my thrusts, one hand braced against the headboard while he grasped my shoulder with the other.
He looked wild and gorgeous, and the sounds that came from him were incredible. Every moan, gasp, and yell was a huge turn-on. Pleasure radiated through my body, and as my orgasm began to build, I used his precum as lube and started jerking him off.
Kit ended up coming right before I did, crying out as he bucked beneath me. That sent me tumbling over the edge. I came harder than I ever thought possible, my voice unrecognizable as a jagged yell tore from me. Blacking out felt like a very real possibility.
Afterwards, we both needed a moment to catch our breath. I quickly disposed of the condom and cleaned up with some tissues before falling back onto the bed.
He turned to me with a huge smile and blurted, “That was fun!”
That made me chuckle. “I agree.”
We shifted around so we were on our sides facing each other, and Kit kissed me before saying, “It’s still pretty early. We could get dressed and go check out more of Austin’s nightlife if you wanted to.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No. I want to stay in bed with you, but I’m trying to seem like I’m cool and hip and not a total homebody.”
“I want to stay in bed, too.”
“Good.” He looked relieved.
We ended up showering together, and then we ordered room service, since both of us had skipped dinner. Later on, when the lights were out and Kit was curled up in my arms, he murmured, “When you sang that Cyndi Lauper song earlier, it felt like you were singing it to me.”
“I was. Every other person in that club disappeared, Kit. That song was for you alone.”
“That’s so romantic.”
There was so much I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him how I felt about him.
Instead, I admitted, “I’ve been holding back.
I’m worried about what will happen to you if we get too close, about how you’ll feel after I…
” I swallowed the lump in my throat and said softly, “I never want to hurt you, Kit.”
“I know that, but I’ve gone into this whole thing with my eyes wide open,” he said. “I may not believe in the curse, but I’ve always known that opening my heart and letting someone in comes with the risk of heartbreak. It’s a risk I’m willing to take, because I want to be with you, Devon.”
I whispered, “I want to be with you, too. More than anything.”