24. Deacon
DEACON
Inearly blow my load the second Tanner’s dick rubs against mine, even before my palm wraps around us both. What we’re doing should feel juvenile—two grown men rutting together like teenagers on a couch—but I’m confident I’ve never experienced anything hotter in my entire life.
Casual sex is fine and sometimes it’s great, but nothing compares to this. I’m glad we’ve been taking our time because I’ll remember this moment for as long as I live.
Tanner’s gaze is fixed on the space between us as he tries to fuck harder into my hand. He’s wild and we’re not even fully naked. Any reservations I’d had about pushing him are long gone as he licks and sucks at the column of my throat.
“Look at me when you come,” I grit out, my restraint barely intact as he lifts his head, his lips parted and his wheat-colored eyes hooded. He’s absolutely stunning. “That’s it. Let go for me.”
My voice is husky instead of gentle, but it seems to work all the same as Tanner’s head falls back on a groan and he paints my hand and stomach with his release. It takes two more strokes before I’m coming, my orgasm violent and long overdue.
Without thinking, I pull Tanner tighter against me, most likely leaving bruises on his ass from where I’m gripping him, but I need him closer as I growl into his shoulder, my release mixing with his and coating us both.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out, finally collapsing against me, his full weight an absolute treasure. He didn’t panic—didn’t run… He gave in.
To me.
I don’t trust myself to speak just yet, emotion heavy in my chest as I just hold him, basking in how incredibly surreal tonight has been.
So instead, I hum in agreement, my hand sliding out of his boxers to caress his back. I should be sated—and physically, I am—but my head and heart already crave more.
Showers.
Breakfast.
Lazy weekends in bed.
It should scare me how easily I can see a life with him, but isn’t that what I’ve been doing since I met him?
“I need you to say something,” he mumbles, still not lifting up from where his face is now turned into the crook of my neck.
“I’m tryin’ to think of something that won’t run you off,” I tease, and he huffs out a laugh, his breath hot on my skin and causing a full-body shiver.
My dick twitches and Tanner sits up, his eyebrow arched as he stares at the mess coating us both.
“Really?”
“Could probably use a little more recovery time.” I lift a shoulder and let it drop as he runs his fingers through his hair. “How are you feeling?”
“Relieved.”
“I should hope so.” I lift my cum-covered hand for emphasis and he snorts out a laugh even though I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant.
“I’m glad it’s you.”
The sincerity in his words steals the breath from my lungs, my lips parting slightly as silence settles between us. He doesn’t move and neither do I, this moment in time becoming more than just a sexual release.
It’s something beautiful and genuine and I’m humbled to be a part of it.
“I’m glad it’s me too.”
Ever so slowly, Tanner leans forward, his eyes dropping to my lips before sliding back to meet my gaze. He’s not asking for permission so much as what feels like an acknowledgment that this is so much more than tonight.
It feels like ages before he presses his mouth softly to mine and sighs before his tongue teases along the seam of my lips, and I let him kiss me the way he wants.
The way he needs.
Because whatever that is, I’ll give it to him…for as long as he’ll let me.
TANNER
I had half a mind to ask Deacon to stay, but I was afraid that would have been the orgasm talking because fuck it was the best I’ve ever had.
Part of me knew that being with him would realign my world, and maybe that’s why I’d been so hesitant when he first asked me out. I couldn’t put it into words, but in the back of my mind, I must have recognized the way I naturally wanted to gravitate toward him.
It scared the hell out of me back then.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I felt more like myself than I possibly ever have.
My time with Fallon feels like the prologue and this is my story—the one I was always supposed to write.
I can’t believe how ridiculous it sounds and yet, it’s perfect.
Accurate.
Reaching for my phone, I type out the message I wasn’t brave enough to say out loud.
TANNER: At the risk of sounding naive—is it always like that?
DEACON: At the risk of sounding cliché—it’s because it was you. Us.
TANNER: So, it’ll be like that again?
DEACON: It’ll probably keep getting better
TANNER: That’s a hell of a prediction
DEACON: You can’t fake the kind of chemistry between us
DEACON: It’s not just physical
TANNER: It’s not but the physical was really good
DEACON: Just wait…
Those three little dots are filled with so much promise I can hardly breathe.
Lust and anticipation rush through my veins as my cock hardens beneath the covers.
Deacon’s hands on me tonight felt better than I had imagined, and as my eyelids flutter shut, I let myself remember all the ways he touched me.
And fantasize about a few more.