Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Y ou know how couples in movies barely make it through their front door before they’re stripping off clothing and kissing like sex is the most important thing to ever thing? That’s me and Fox right now. Hands and teeth, ties flying, and shoes going who knows where. Passion. That’s us.
I think someone shut the front door. Maybe. Fuck! Why are there so many buttons—never mind. My tailor’s going to be pissed, but it’s sexy how the buttons go pinging everywhere when Fox rips my shirt open.
And now his. Yes! Shirts off—WAIT!!!
I back up and hit a table, holding up my hands, because I’m not about to let him hurt my jewels. Not those, you perv. My diamonds. Although, yes, my balls are aching.
Fox watches me like a predator waiting to pounce as I quickly remove my jewelry.
“Godsdammit!”
The voice and the light suddenly blinking on startle me and I spin, remembering way too late that Bellamy and Darcy exist. It’s Bellamy standing in the hall with his sword out and not a single stitch of clothing. Oh, and he’s also pointing a gun toward us.
I’m not one to ignore the elephant in the room, so I point to his condomed dick, asking with my expression just what the hell is going on.
He growls and pulls the condom off. “It sounded like someone was breaking in!”
Darcy saunters out, also wearing nothing but a condom. What? Just…what the hell were they doing? I mean, obviously something that required both swords sheathed.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and take a picture of Darcy’s dick. He absolutely turns to give me his best angle, grabbing the base of his bat and grinning at me.
“I’m waiting!” A familiar screech interrupts.
Ah. The harpy. I turn to Fox, because even I know inviting hookups into someone else’s home is a bit rude.
All the ardor in Fox’s expression is gone, hidden behind a blank mask. “I forgot about condoms. Can I have one?”
Darcy snickers, turning on his heels and calling over his shoulder, “I’ll toss a few on your bed. Come on, Bellamy. Rowan’s waiting .”
I shake my head at Bellamy, who turns pink in the cheeks and shrugs. “Don’t judge me.”
We’re judging you so hard. So much judgment.
Bellamy scoffs when I shove my phone in his face but has zero defense and turns tail and runs back to his bed.
I shake my head at his retreating ass.
“Kids have to make their own mistakes,” Fox murmurs, pressing into my backside and working the jewelry off for me.
I’m going to ground him. No kid of mine is going to stick his dick where it’s under appreciated. Did you see that thing? It deserves someone who appreciates it.
Fox chuckles in my ear, sending a shiver of desire through me. I think I might be developing an aural fixation. Hn.
“We’ll discuss it in the morning. Bed now.”
I’m so onboard with this plan. Leading the way, I rush to the master suite with Fox on my heels. He puts my jewels in the box he’s designated for them—love that this man can keep his priorities in line—and then pounces on me, helping me out of the rest of my clothes.
More hands, tongues, teeth, skin on skin, passion and desire.
He pushes me onto the bed, following me down. My hands have a mind of their own as they explore the hard, lithe, beautiful lines of his body. He exudes strength, holding himself up as he slots our cocks together, moaning with that first slide of hot flesh.
Fuck. Yes. More.
I grab our dicks, holding them in a loose grip, grabbing his ass to encourage the gyration of his hips.
He lets me lead the pace, thrusting his cock against mine until we’re both panting and on the edge.
Temptation to let us go off this way makes my balls draw up, but I want more than a rushed frot, so I stop him, releasing our dicks and taking a deep breath to calm myself.
Fox dips down and kisses the life out of me, moaning enough for the both of us, vibrating my lips with the erotic sounds.
He straddles my hips and pulls back from the kiss, grabbing my cock and setting it against his opening.
The most erotic noise I have ever heard in my life comes out of him as he presses down, enveloping me in his tight, wet heat.
Shitshitshit. I gulp air to keep from coming, edged by the way he groans and the fact that my Fox is wet . We’re going to save a fortune in lube!
He bottoms out, head hanging as his body twitches, adjusting to having me in him.
He looks up, leaning back with his hands on my thighs, lifting his hips and letting them drop.
The sight of him completely open and exposed nearly ends me, but his noises, the way he obviously loves riding my cock, makes me want to watch him fuck himself on me forever.
Damn. Even in this, he’s the epitome of sexy confidence, smiling like he’s in absolute heaven.
Enthralled by the movement of his cock, up and down, hard and dripping, I reach out to stroke him, drawing out more of his lusty noises. I circle his length to give him friction, and he fucks up into my fist and down onto my cock in a graceful, gorgeous dance.
“Almost. Yes,” he whispers, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
My balls draw up at his words, but I fight my orgasm back until I see the erotic eruption of his cum. The visual proves more than enough to push me over the edge, and I surrender to pleasure, thrusting up into him as my orgasm shoves me into black-out bliss.
When my brain comes back online, Fox and I are both breathing like we’ve run a marathon.
He falls onto me, kissing me sweetly and nuzzling into my neck as I wrap my arms around him and just hold him like he wants me to.
He clearly likes being cuddled; I knew making him my little spoon was the right decision, but this moment here proves that I am the best ever at reading people.
As my dick slips out, I wonder why Fox bothered with asking for condoms. They’re right there on the pillow, easily within reach.
Yeah, I didn’t think about them, but I’m young.
We know twenty-one-year-olds don’t always make the safest decisions, though I seriously doubt STDs are an issue for Fox, and I don’t have any considering I’ve never fucked anyone but Fox—shush you, it’s not that big of a deal.
I wasn’t saving myself for any reason. I just didn’t have the opportunity unless I wanted to whore myself out, and I never wanted that kind of job.
I’d have walked to Nevada if I wanted to be a prostitute.
Anyway, point being, why bother with condoms if he wasn’t going to put one on me? I honestly thought he’d be topping, so I figured he was going to use them himself, and I mean, he’s several thousand years old, he really should have the ability to keep his head about him by now, amiright?
Meh. We can talk about it later. Right now, I need to get up and clean him up and tuck him in for a nap before I fuck him again. I plan to make this a long night for both of us.