Chapter 20 #2
Ferris’s gaze slowly dropped to where I was still holding one of his hands. “You want me.”
“Yes. I hope that’s been obvious.”
He burst into a fit of laughter and shook his head. “Yeah. But…you want me.”
Ah. Yes. I understood what he was searching for. I used my free hand to touch under his chin, drawing his gaze up to my lips and chin. His favorite spot to look. He relaxed a fraction. “I need you to hear me, okay? To see me.”
“I see you.”
Fuck. I was obsessed with him. I needed to be home immediately, but I think I needed to say this first. “Being adjacent to the league will be painful sometimes. I wasn’t ready to be done when I retired. But I’ve healed. And I think being with you will make that hurt a lot less.”
“But—”
“I’m not done,” I said, squeezing his hand. His lips closed. “It’ll hurt less when I’m with you because I’m in love with you.”
He made a soft noise of shock, his gaze flickering up to mine, then back down, then up again.
He looked uncertain. “I…I think I love you too. I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.
It’s so different to the way I feel about my parents or my friends or anyone I’ve ever known.
I just…I want to be with you all the time. I want to kiss you all the time.”
I leaned in and gave him what he wanted. His moan sounded a bit like a sob. “Ferris, I need to get you home, okay? I’m going to fuck the absolute breath out of you.”
“Yeah.” He whimpered and nipped at my mouth. “I need it. I need you.” I started to pull back, but he yanked me close again. “I love you, okay? I’m scared I’m getting it all wrong, but it feels right when I say it. When I say I love you. Because I do.”
I traced a touch down his nose, over his lips, along his jaw. He closed his eyes, thick lashes fanning downward. He was so fucking beautiful. “You might regret it when you’re still young and virile and I’m…not.”
“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” he asked.
“Just giving you an out.”
“No, thank you, please. That hurts my feelings.” There was something in his voice that said he was telling the truth. “I don’t want an out. I just want you. No conditions.”
“Then you have me,” I told him. “I won’t say it again.”
“Okay,” he whispered. And then he let me go.
The drive home was hell on earth because speeding was impossible in traffic, and then there was a delivery truck in my parking space. I told Ferris to get out, go inside, and undress while I circled the block to wait for my spot.
He obeyed.
My body was tense all over enough that my hip and knee were already in searing pain, but I knew it wouldn’t matter the moment I got inside and pinned him to the mattress.
Though, no. I was going to fuck him against the wall first. Then in the bathroom, holding the counter so he could see the look on his own face when I made him come.
Then I’d take him to the bed and eat his ass until he cried.
And then—when he was wrung out and ready to give up—I would make him come for the final time.
My dick was raging hard by the time the truck left my spot. I had half a mind to flip off the driver, but I was afraid he’d get out and we’d have to fight, and that meant Ferris would be waiting even longer for me.
So I shoved my anger aside, and it melted into nothing the moment the door closed and I headed for the bedroom.
He was waiting for me at the edge of the bed, naked with his dick in his hand. His gaze met mine, and he stroked faster. I let him for a long, lush moment, until his thighs began to shake.
“Stop.”
He dropped his hand.
I moved into the room, closing the door behind me with a loud click, then set my cane against the dresser.
Ferris jolted but still didn’t move. His eyes were on me as I pulled my scrub shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
The pants were next—a tug on the tie, and they loosened before pooling at my feet.
My dick was still hard, tenting my boxers as I kicked the pants away and took a step closer.
“Don’t,” I said when he started to move again. He swallowed and looked up at me, like he was waiting for instruction. Closing the distance between us, I cupped his jaw. “Would you like to taste me?”
Of all the things we’d done, it hadn’t been this. He’d been shy about the idea of sucking me off, but today, he looked hungry.
Licking his lips, he nodded. “Not—not the way you suck me though. I don’t think I can.”
“Anything you want to give me is a gift, Ferris. Anything at all.” I dragged my thumb over his lower lip. “Just a kiss, even.”
He let out a trembling breath, then curled his fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled. They dropped to my knees, then to the tops of my feet. I meant to look down at them, but my view was blocked when Ferris grabbed my dick, leaned over, and pressed a messy kiss to the head.
“Fuck.” The word erupted as a gasp and my functional knee felt weak, like it was ready to bend without my permission.
That wouldn’t do.
I cupped his chin and held it, taking my dick out of his hand and into my own. The tip was wet but not dripping yet, so I traced it around his lips, and he pursed them, kissing me again, then again. Then he opened his mouth and took me inside for a single, long suck.
“Come here,” I begged, letting go to pull him up and into my arms. “I need you. I need to feel you.”
“Do you want to lie on the bed?”
I shook my head and led him to the wall beside the dresser and spun him to face it. “Hands here, okay? I’m going to finger you, then I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“Oh god.” His voice was weak and thready, and his hands were trembling as he lifted them to brace himself.
I gave him a long, indulgent look before reaching into the top drawer. I grabbed the lube, skipping the toys because I wanted to feel him loosen against my hand. He spread his legs slightly until he was the perfect height to take me without straining my knee.
Fuck, he was perfect.
He was everything.
Ferris gasped when I pushed two fingers inside of him, and I pressed my chest to his back as I thrust upward hard, searching for his prostate. It took me a moment, but Ferris’s cheek hit the wall when I grazed it, his elbows giving out.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I murmured.
“Hnng.”
Ah. He was beyond words. “Slap the wall like this if it’s too much.” I hit beside his hand twice sharply. He nodded. “Show me, baby.” He copied me, and I kissed the back of his shoulder before pulling my fingers from his ass and slicking my cock up.
He grunted when I pressed the head against him, then moaned when I pushed inside. Fuck, he was so tight.
“God, I could do this forever. I could fuck you for the rest of my life, and I would never, ever get tired of it. Christ, look at you. So fucking horny. So fucking desperate for me.”
He whined, his knees bending slightly, ass sticking out to take more of me. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed into him. His chest hit the plaster, and he grunted, fucking backward against me just as hard as I thrust into him.
“Look how fucking much you like it. Look how much you want my dick. You are so goddamn beautiful.” I sucked a kiss against the back of his neck as I fucked into him as deeply as I could, then rolled my hips until he was whining and whimpering.
“Do you want to see, gorgeous? Do you want to see what you look like? You want to see why I’m so obsessed with you? ”
He nodded, the movement almost frantic, so I pulled him away from the wall and wrapped my arm around his hips to keep myself buried in him.
It was an impossibly slow walk to the bathroom to stop myself from slipping out. When I felt the give, I paused and thrust into him several times until I was deep again. Ferris moaned, his head falling back against my shoulder. His abs were trembling with each inhale and exhale.
“You okay?” I murmured.
He nodded. “Please, please.” They were whispers, begging for more, and I wasn’t going to make him wait.
A few more steps, and we were past the door. A few more steps after that, and we were at the sink. Grabbing his wrists, I pressed his palms to the counter, then thrust hard, lifting him up so he was bracing himself on his arms.
He was so fucking strong. Watching his biceps bulge made my dick kick deep inside him, and he bowed his head, grunting hard when I fucked him hard and fast for several thrusts.
“Q-quinn,” he stammered.
Reaching around, I grabbed his chin and guided his gaze to the mirror. “See that? See your face? That is the face of the most perfect man I have ever met.”
“No.”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to let him get away with not believing that. “Yes, my gorgeous, perfect love.” I fucked him hard again, rapid thrusts until he was grunting and gasping for air.
“Hnng, p-please.”
“You going to come?” I growled against the back of his neck.
I wrapped my arm around his waist, giving his arms some reprieve.
He bent his legs back, hooking his ankles around my thighs as he took me harder and deeper and faster.
“Gonna come on my cock, baby? Show me how much you fucking love this.”
“Love you,” he said in a single gasp, and then his body went rigid before sagging forward. His stomach hit the sink as he spasmed around me, and I pulled him away, setting his feet on the ground as his cock thickened and spilled hot ropes onto the counter and the floor.
Sagging against me, I caught him in my arms, taking all of his weight. My hard dick slipped out of his ass, and for the moment, I paid it no mind. His eyes were wide, and he looked a little wild and lost.
“You with me, sweetheart?”
“Mm.” His eyelids softened, and his legs stiffened a bit to relieve some of the pressure on my hip and knee. “Shh.” I gave him a moment as he swallowed thickly. “Shower.”
Ah. “Yes. Of course. Here.” I guided him to the toilet seat, and then on shaking legs, I started the water and ran my hand under it until it was warm enough that I knew it wouldn’t trigger his sensory overload.
He was trembling still, and I knew he was probably on the verge of something big. He’d come on my cock, and that had only happened to me a few times in my life. Every time it did, it was so, so much.
Ferris let me take most of his weight again as I got him under the spray, sitting him down on the bench. His head lolled against the wall, and his limbs moved heavily, but his eyes were more clear as he looked at me.
“You really love me, huh?”
I couldn’t help the smallest laugh. “Yeah. More than I have words for.”
He made grabby hands at me, so I stepped between his spread legs and braced myself on the wall behind him. He looked up, and then his hand reached between us and he took my dick into the circle of his fingers.
“Fuck my hand. I don’t…I’m so…” He made that humming noise he always did when he was irritated about not being able to find his words. “I’m tired. But I want to make you feel good.”
I curled my hand around his wrist to hold it steady, and then I rocked myself harder and faster into the tight grip of his fingers. Staring down at him, watching him watch me, it was too much.
No. No, it was just enough.
My balls tightened, and I felt the familiar heat rippling up my spine.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I sped up, listening to the sound of myself fucking his hand until I let go.
I looked just in time to see my come hit him in the chest, and he jolted, then dragged his fingers through it before putting them under the spray of water.
My body felt weak after that, and it took everything in me to wash us both, then pull towels from the rack.
“Can we get into bed like this?” Ferris asked me, pressing his body into mine. “I know it’s too early for sleep, but—”
“Yes,” I told him. “Let me clean up the mess in the bathroom, and you get into bed.”
“For sleep?”
“For sleep,” I agreed. “I just want to hold you.”
He gave a soft, happy hum as he walked off, and I took a few moments to wash up the mess he’d left behind.
It wasn’t long before I was in bed. Ferris was wrapped up around me, leg tucked between mine, gripping me tightly like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.
And I could only hope it was, because it was the absolute truth for me.