16. Declan
16
DECLAN
“W hat the fuck do you mean you put a ring on it before? You said you weren’t married.”
I’d never been a possessive guy. I’d been with twosomes and threesomes and more, and jealousy never figured into it. Ever. Not until now. Vibrant green-hued rage surged through me like a tidal wave, making me see red.
“Settle the fuck down. I’m not married. I got close. Once.”
“How close?”
“Well, I didn’t get left at the altar. Not technically, anyway.”
“That’s not cryptic or anything.”
“My high school sweetheart came from a well-to-do family. Her grandfather was a politician, so they sent her to public schools to show he was a man of the people or some shit. Anyway, she hid our relationship from her family until she turned eighteen. When we came out of the closet, her family wasn’t rude or anything, but they were standoffish. Fast forward a few years, I proposed. Long story short, her daddy offered to pay me off if I canceled the wedding. He didn’t want his daughter giving birth to beige babies. I told him to fuck off, and he upped the ante. He offered to release her trust fund to call it off, and she took the deal. She never showed up for the wedding rehearsal.”
My mouth fell open. What the fuck is wrong with people? It’s no wonder he side-eyed the SUV and hotel room. Not to mention the comments he’s made about me paying for things.
“So… there you have it. It’s why I don’t do relationships.”
I bit my tongue because we’d only just met, but this felt like a relationship to me. At least, I thought so. I didn’t do relationships either. We’re a fucking mess. Two control freak tops who didn’t do relationships, and despite what he said, I had a sneaking suspicion this wasn’t a prank, and we were definitely in a relationship.
“I can understand why.”
“What about you? Any near misses?”
“Does this one count?”
“It’s a prank,” he stated, his tone firm.
“So, then… no. No close calls.”
“You’ve never been in a relationship at all?”
“No.” I reached for the shampoo as I asked, “Was she it?”
“Unless you count Scott’s sister.”
“Wait. What?”
He took the shampoo out of my hand, stepped under the showerheads on my side of the shower, and washed my hair himself. I’d never had a lover wash my hair. Hell, other than when I was a kid, only my hairdresser had shampooed my hair.
“Lucia and I were… fuck buddies, I guess you could say.”
“Aren’t you…”
“In the same unit? Yeah. We’re both squad leaders in different platoons, but yes, we’re in the same unit.”
“Is that why she didn’t come on this trip?”
“I think so, but she’s not admitting it.”
“But you weren’t together,” I stated, trying to keep the question out of my voice so it didn’t seem like I was accusing him when he’d said he wasn’t with anyone.
“No.”
I waited for him to continue because the but he left off that sentence filled the room and pressed in on me. When he grabbed the shower gel and didn’t elaborate, I asked. I had to.
“But?”
His eyes locked onto his hands like a targeting system as he lathered the soap he poured into his palms. He rubbed the suds over my body, massaging the muscles as he moved from my shoulders to my feet. He kneeled, lifting one then the other with hyper focus, before turning me away from him and moving back up my body. When he reached my shoulders, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his chest.
“I broke things off because she caught feelings and pushed for more.”
“Oh, shit. She heard us.”
“Yeah. That’s my suspicion as well.”
“Well, now I feel like shit.”
“She knew. I told her I invited you and that we’d been together and texting.”
“Still, yet. She has feelings for you. At least, I’m assuming it’s has and not had.” When he nodded, I continued. “So, she still has feelings for you. Knowing there’s someone in the spot she had is bad enough, but having it rubbed in her face is completely different.”
“I’m aware, vato, but what would you have me do?”
“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, but I suspect things might be strained between you for a bit.”
“I’m aware of that, too.”
We stood under the shower spray without speaking. I loved being wrapped in his arms, and if we didn’t move, my stomach didn’t protest. Much. The headache was fading as well, which meant my cock was taking notice of his nakedness and the cock poking me in the back.
Turning around, I pushed him onto the deep ledge running the width of the shower. I needed the number of whoever designed this shower. The ledge shaved off his height advantage and put him at the perfect height for me to fuck. But first, I wanted to take care of him the way he had me.
I poured shampoo into my hands, washed his hair, then moved my hands down his neck, getting my hands on his body the way I’d been dying to. I lathered him with the suds, taking my time to tease him. My fingers circled his nipples, plucking at them, groaning when I got a little rough.
“You like that?”
“Oh, yeah, carin?, I love it. I have nipple clamps at home I’ll let you use on me.”
“Let me?”
“Yes, vato. Let you. I told you I’m always in charge. Doesn’t matter whether I’ve let you tie me up and fuck me until my eyes roll back in my head or if I’ve got you spread out under me. I’m the boss.”
His words grated on my nerves, but I pushed them away to discuss at a later time. We’d figure it out. We’d have to if the rings on our fingers meant there was a marriage certificate floating around with our names on it.
“Shut up and kiss me before you piss me off.”
“You’re asking for me to turn you over my knee.”
“I’m going to get a ball gag to stuff in that mouth of yours,” I threatened, only for him to chuckle at me.
Slipping my hand down his body, I circled his dick, stroking it, hoping if I got him worked up enough, he’d shut the fuck up.
“Stroke my cock, vato. Get me good and hard.”
I ignored the inference that he would be taking my ass again before I had him bent over. His mouth fell open in a groan when I thumbed the head of his dick while I stroked him. Pulling his mouth to mine, I plunged my tongue between his open lips.
We fought for dominance over each other through the kiss. Between sucking and licking, tongues twined and twisted together, and teeth nipped, neither of us giving an inch. He grabbed my face with both hands, pulling me closer and slanting his mouth over mine, and I gave in, letting go of his dick.
My hand patted the shelf where I spied the shower oil and popped the top. He pulled away from the kiss, looking for the noise.
“What’s that?”
“A substitute,” I replied, drizzling the silky slick golden liquid into my palm.
I smacked the control on the wall for the handheld shower and rinsed all the soap from him. Letting it drop, I gripped his hot, hard cock with both hands, stroking him from root to tip. His head fell back onto his shoulders, and a long, deep moan filled the room.
He’d had me at his mercy so many damn times I’d not been able to appreciate just how beautiful a sex-drunk Hayden was. Unable to take my eyes from his face, I blindly drizzled more oil over his dick, getting my fingers slick. I switched hands and nudged his legs up so his heels rested on the ledge and traced a finger over his pucker.
A whimper fell from his open mouth, and his dark chocolate gaze met mine. He said nothing, but his chest quickened, rising and falling as he panted. I teased his hole, tapping on it, pressing against it, but not breaching him.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Get on with it.”
I couldn’t stop the smirk that played at the corners of my mouth. Well, it was begging, but I’d take it.
“Open up for me, Papi.”
I pressed in, finger fucking him with it, searching for and finding the spot I was looking for. As I pegged it, his hand shot out and gripped my throat, constricting my airway a little too much for a moment. He repositioned his hand.
“Color,” he groaned the question.
“Green.”
Determined not to let him take control, I worked another finger into him. His ass clenched around my fingers as I scissored them open, stretching him. I watched them move in and out of him, and it was my turn for my breath to quicken. Adding a third digit, he tensed, and I paused, waiting for him to adjust.
“I’m good. Keep going.”
I moved, twisting my hand. My knuckles grazed him just right, and he gasped. For someone who said they were vers, he was tight. So damn tight.
“That’s enough. Fuck me before I shove you face-first onto this ledge and do the job myself.”
I couldn’t wait to get him wrapped around my dick, so I pulled my fingers from him, slicked up my dick, and pressed into him. His long legs wrapped around me, taking over, topping from the bottom. He pulled me into him. His face pinched, but he didn’t let me slow down. He forced himself to take me, and I was powerless to stop him. His ass swallowed my cock in one go.
“Holy shit, Papi.”
The onslaught of being inside him overwhelmed me. My head fell forward, and I took his mouth with mine, only for him to pull away before I could lose myself in him. He moved his legs to my shoulders.
“Fuck me, vato. Tear my ass up.”
I gripped his thighs, dragging him closer to me as I moved in and out of him, thrusting hard and fast. His hand slackened, falling from my throat to wrap around his dick, both of us close to coming already.
Rocking into him, over and over, my eyes roved over his features. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous he was. His face and muscular frame were a work of art. Dips and grooves of rippling strength that I wanted to spend hours, days, and weeks watching. Then, I wanted to start over, letting my fingers follow the same path my eyes took but beginning the journey again with my tongue.
Did I think he’d ever lay still and let me worship him? Given how he seized control from me?
Never.
And I’m not sure if I’d ever be okay with that.
But…
I didn’t think I could walk away from how he made me feel otherwise.
His ass spasmed around me. His cock spurted, cum mixing with the water raining down on him from above before vanishing. My balls tightened, and I followed him off the edge, filling him.
He pushed up on one hand, wrapping the other around the back of my neck. “So fucking good,” he groaned before taking my mouth.
When we parted, I helped him to his feet, laughing at himself when his knees wobbled.
“I may have to let you do that again, vato. You’re a damn good top.”
I slid my arms up his shoulders, plastering myself to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and squeezed me closer before turning off the shower.
“Not sure if I’d call that topping. More like bottoming from the top since you wouldn’t give me an inch of control.”
“You bitchin’?”
I thought about it and sighed. “I don’t know.”
His expressive eyes danced over my face. He worried his lower lip as he brushed the wet hair off my forehead.
“What do you know?”
“I know I like you. I know I want to get to know you better. And…”
“And…”
“I know I can’t walk away from this, whatever it is. But when it ends, and it will, I know I’ll never be the same.”