Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“I love you, Declan. I love you so much that everything but you ceases to exist when we’re together.
I love you so much that it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room when you grin at me.
So much that I feel like an idiot, because I find myself wanting to call you every five minutes just to hear your voice.
Beast, I love you so much that when you were hurt, it physically felt like I was dying.
My chest tightened to the point that I could barely breathe because the thought of living in a world without you in it is unfathomable.
Even when we wasted all those years. As long as I knew you were out here living, I was okay.
I can handle a lot of shit, baby. But living in a world that you aren’t in?
Well, that’s something I have no desire to do. I love you, Declan James Byrne.”
I don’t know who moves first, but in the next moment we’re a tangle of lips, limbs, and bodies. I nip his bottom lip, his hand skates down my chest, and my body moves over top of his. Things happen so quickly that I’m positive that we’re just moving on instinct.
My lips find his ear as I kiss the shell of it before whispering, “Tell me to stop.”
“That word isn’t even in my vocabulary right now.” He groans and his hand cups my cock from the outside of my boxers. He slowly moves his hand up and down my length with just the thin fabric separating our flesh.
Fuck, that feels good.
Declan pushes my shoulders until I’m on my back and he’s hovering over top of me.
His lips meet my collarbone before nibbling and kissing across to the other side and down my chest and stomach.
I swear I’m harder than iron right now, and as his lips kiss across the top of the waistband of my boxers, my dick weeps with anticipation.
My hands grab his hair gently as I pull his head back just enough until our gazes crash. A look of annoyance prominent on his features.
“You don’t have to do this, we can stop and it’s no big deal.”
He’s been through a lot mentally tonight, and we haven’t done anything since his attack. In true Declan form, he lifts an infuriating eyebrow at me and pulls my boxers off with really no effort at all, because I may or may not have lifted my hips to help.
“How’s this for an answer?” He smirks before leaning down and kissing the tip of my cock. My head tilts back on a low moan. Before I can recover, I can feel his tongue licking up the underside of my length.
Yeah, I’m done for.
My fingers tangle in the medium length locks on the top of his head as his mouth encases me and my hips shoot up.
I feel my tip touch his tonsils and pull back slightly.
Declan’s hands grip my hips as he sets a rhythm maddening enough to have heat pooling at the base of my spine and my balls drawing up.
Using my grip on his hair, I guide his movements, or at least he lets me think I am until he presses my cock so deep that I feel his throat constricting around it.
“Fuck, Declan stop. You’re going to make me come.” I rush out on the end of a groan.
Declan, however, is as stubborn as they come, so he just doubles his efforts.
The next time I feel the tight squeeze of his throat swallowing me down along with the vibration from his low moan, I can’t help it.
I lean my head back and moan loudly as my release coats his throat.
He just hums as he swallows every single fucking drop I give him.
Once he finishes licking me clean, he slowly kisses back up my now pliant body.
His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss as his tongue plays with mine.
Tasting myself on him is euphoric in and of itself.
Add in his tongue coming out to play, and I can already feel my dick twitch in interest.
My fingers slowly dance down his stomach until I can feel the steel length beneath his boxers.
We’ve never gone past me giving him a hand job, so I’m unsure how this is going to go.
He’s huge and I’ve never given a man head before, but I want to.
My mouth waters at just the thought of being full of his gorgeous cock.
I flip our positions, and the feeling that takes over me when I watch his eyes flash with desire and lust is nothing short of primal.
“Jake, you don’t do anything you aren’t ready for.” Declan chastises me with a stern voice.
His tone is meant to make me think twice, but really it just turns me on even more. I position myself between his legs and smirk at him as my tongue drags from one hip to the other.
“Be my good little whore and shut up while I suck this cock.” I pull his boxers down enough so that his giant dick springs free. Seriously, I’m terrified of that eventually going inside of me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not small by any standards, but I’m not that either.
“Don’t talk to me like that or I’ll fuck the attitude right out of that smart ass mouth.” Declan grumbles, causing goosebumps to skate all over my body.
Fuck, that was hot.
He gives me a grin that would incinerate me if it were possible before gently placing his hand on the back of my head.
He’s not pushing down, but the power dynamic has been set.
I experimentally run my tongue down the underside of his length, making sure to pay attention to the thick vein that runs from his base to his crown.
After a few passes I gently suck on his crown and slowly take more until I gag and pull back. He gently guides my head back down. “Don’t stop, Jake. That feels fucking amazing.” I set a rhythm and twirl my tongue around his tip.
“That’s it baby boy, just like that.” He groans while his hips buck, and that’s now my new trick.
I repeat the process three more times before he pulls my mouth off of him and my heart plummets. “Did I– did I do something wrong?”
His only response is the animalistic growl he makes as he launches me onto my back and gets off the bed. I’m about to go find my boxers when he pulls a small canvas bag out of the black duffle he keeps here. He turns and saunters back to the bed.
“Do you trust me, Chaos?” He smirks as he tosses the bag onto the bed.
I eye the bag and him suspiciously. “I don’t know. What the hell is in that bag? And you didn’t answer me. Did I do something wrong?”