Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
Cian
On the beach, I’d been fine with little touches. With the sound of Devlin’s laughter, and the sight of his copper hair ruffling in the wind. I’d been fine checking out his ass in those tiny swim shorts from a safe distance.
But all of that touching, and watching, and admiring caught up to me as we rode the elevator up to our room.
Thankfully, we were alone, and I tugged Devlin’s half-naked body against mine, his back to my front.
I skated my teeth over his shoulder, which was still a little pink despite my best efforts with the sunscreen.
Then I licked at the freckles there. He smelled like sun and tasted like saltwater.
I pressed my dick against the crease of his ass, and he shivered, his cock tenting the front of his shorts.
I cupped the bulge possessively with my palm. “I need you.”
His chest shuddered as he placed one hand over mine, then he arched his back and moaned.
The sound shot straight to my dick. I squeezed his shaft through his swim shorts, and he made a wheezing sound.
I was about two seconds away from tearing a hole through my shorts when the elevator doors slid open with a ding.
I shoved Devlin out in front of me, and we stumbled to the door of our room. I then fumbled with my phone for an agonizing thirty seconds before I found the digital key. I was on him before the door had even shut behind us, spearing my tongue into his mouth as he arched his body against mine.
I gripped his hair, the texture coarse from all the saltwater and sand, and steered him toward the bed.
Devlin immediately crawled onto the mattress and positioned himself on all fours, ass facing me, and his gaze met mine over his shoulder.
I didn’t even have to say a word, and that made the beast inside me roar.
“It’s only been one day,” I said, prowling over to the bed.
“And I’ve already got you trained to show me what I want.
” I gripped the tight elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged them over the swell of his ass.
His hole contracted as I pressed my thumb against it.
“I didn’t even have to say a word. You couldn’t get on your knees for my cock fast enough.
” I pulled it from my shorts and slapped the pierced tip against his hole. “This what you want?”
He tried to widen his legs, but his shorts had him trapped. He arched his back further, nearly bowing now. “Cian,” he whined.
“Beg me to breed you,” I growled as I reached for the lube.
He dropped his head to the mattress, face turned to the side. “Please,” he whimpered.
I poured a long stream of lube down his crack before pushing some against his hole with my fingers. “Please, what?”
He bucked and cried out when I entered him with two fingers. “Fuck!”
I’d already fucked him earlier today, and he still felt just as tight as the first time. I pulled my fingers out and smacked his ass once before gripping the reddened skin and squeezing. “Beg me.”
“Please,” he moaned. His hands fisted the sheets on either side of his head. “Please fuck me, Cian.”
“You want my cum in this hungry hole?”
“Y-yes. Fuck yes.”
I pressed a thumb against the puckered skin. “How hungry is it?”
“S-starving.”
“I better feed it then,” I said as I gripped my shaft and placed the head of my dick against his hole. “Stuff it nice and full.”
I slipped inside, past the first ring of muscle.
And because Devlin couldn’t spread his legs, the fit was even tighter.
He gasped and surged forward to try and escape the temporary discomfort, but I brought him right back onto the head of my dick with a firm grip on his thighs. Then I thrust inside even further.
“Fuck!” he hollered as he scrabbled at the sheets. “You feel like a goddamn baseball bat.”
“You’ll take it,” I growled, rolling my hips in shallow pulses as his body molded around mine.
And he did take it. Because Devlin was fucking made for me. I watched the moment pleasure took over as his expression went slack and his eyes got all hazy. The sight made me feel like a goddamn king. He pushed back against me, and his ass slapped my groin as he groaned. “Deeper. Please.”
I leaned over his body, one hand on his hip and the other between his shoulder blades.
“You asked for it,” I warned. Then I pulled my hips back and slammed them forward like I had something to prove.
Devlin let out a cry and turned his face into the mattress to muffle the sound.
I pounded into him with deep, claiming strokes, desperate for my own release.
Feral with the need to fill him with my cum.
I loved fucking him like this, taking him from behind.
But I was addicted to watching his face as he came.
So I pulled out and shoved him onto his back.
Then I hauled his legs together over my right shoulder and slid back inside him.
He screamed and shook like he’d been struck by lightning.
His wet eyes rolled back in his head as his body jolted on the bed from the onslaught.
Just seeing his face twisted in pleasure made my balls draw up tight.
My brain went fuzzy. My hips stuttered. I ground my toes into the hotel carpet and raced toward the finish line, too far gone up to take my time now.
“Touch yourself,” I gritted out. “Come in your shorts. I want to see them soaked.”
His cock was still trapped inside his shorts, and he reached one hand down to jerk himself through the tight fabric.
Devlin’s cries turned into breathless whimpers, and his whole body locked up the moment his orgasm hit.
I wasn’t far behind, slamming into his ass, my cock like iron.
I threw my head back, a hoarse shout scraping up my throat as I emptied myself inside of him.
I pitched forward and caught myself on both hands.
Devlin’s legs slid from my shoulder as he slumped bonelessly on his side.
My cock slipped from his hole, and I watched my cum dribble out to darken the waistband of his shorts and stain the sheets.
I rolled Devlin onto his back, then I dropped to my knees beside the bed and drew his shorts off the rest of the way.
He made a little sound of protest as I tossed them aside and tugged him to the edge of the mattress.
But then I braced his spread thighs on my shoulders and licked over his swollen hole.
“Oh fuuuck.” He drew out the curse, and heard something thump on the bed. Maybe his fist. “Cian. Oh my god.”
I gently lapped at him with the flat of my tongue. I drew each of his balls into my mouth, one at a time. His thighs clamped around my ears as he rolled his hips against my face. “Holy shit, that feels so good,” he panted.
I’d eaten ass once, years ago, with a woman I’d made the rare decision to see more than once. I hadn’t thought a whole lot about it at the time, but as I speared my tongue into Devlin’s ass and tasted my own cum, I knew exactly why I’d never been that into it.
No one had been Devlin. Him—and this delicious hole—were meant to be mine.
I devoured him until he was hard again. Until he was nearly sobbing as he begged me to fuck him.
I was half-hard already, but once I stood over him again and slid inside his slick, stretched hole, my cock swelled.
I took things slow this time, working us up until we both came with soft cries.
I filled him up once again, and he slicked our stomachs with his release.
Only then did I collapse next to him on the bed with a groan.
I had a stitch in my side. My dick was sore, and my balls ached.
Devlin rolled on top of me, all soft smiles and flushed skin.
Our legs tangled together, and I linked our fingers before I brought his hand to my mouth and brushed my lips over his warm skin.
Devlin’s shoulders shimmied, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. Then he was quiet for a long while as he lay with his head on my chest, right over the steady drumbeat of my heart.
We showered, then ordered more room service.
Devlin lay on his stomach at the end of the bed, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants as he ate cheesecake and watched a baseball game.
After pulling on a pair of jeans, I headed out to the balcony to call Rhys, leaving the sliding door open.
We’d texted back and forth a few times to check in with each other, but I wanted to hear his voice.
He answered on the first ring. “Finally,” he greeted me.
I lit up a cigarette and blew the smoke into the darkness. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”
I could hear Jace in the background. “Cian?”
Rhys mumbled something back to him that sounded like an affirmative.
“How is everyone?” I asked.
“Laying low. Hack’s been monitoring the chatter. Mads has been asking around in that way he does. The Bianchis are too quiet.”
“Tyson okay?” He’d been the only one seriously injured. “The rest of the men?”
“Yeah, all good.”
“We’re coming back tomorrow. We’ll deal with everything then. Might have to make the first move and reach out to Paolo Bianchi myself.”
“The man who wants you dead,” Rhys growled.
“He didn’t get what he wanted before, and he won’t now. Maybe he’ll be more open to talking now that we’ve taken out his pet assassins.”
Rhys grunted, then he was silent for a few moments while I smoked. From inside the room, Devlin let out a loud whoop, and I squinted at the TV to see that the Tigers had hit a home run.
“That him?” Rhys asked.
“Yeah. He’s a baseball fan, apparently. The Tigers.”
“Gross.”
“I know.”
“Better than the Yankees at least.”
I smiled. Rhys’s dad had been a long-suffering Mets fan. “True.”
He waited a beat. “He like the ocean?”
Before the Russo raid, I’d told Rhys about my planned trip to the beach with Dev, since he’d never been.
“Yeah. Burns like Casper, though.”
“Of course. He’s an Irish ginger, Cian.”
“Yeah.”
Rhys’s next question was softer. “Does he like you, too?”
“We’re coming back together. That’s the way it’ll stay.”
“You sound good.”
“I am.”