Chapter 25
Stephen
“Donovan,” I grip his chin and look him dead in the eyes. “When I say I don’t give a shit; I mean I don’t give a shit. I’ve missed you so much, please baby, it’s been too long.”
I’m not above begging him if that’s what it takes. I kiss his neck again, thrusting my hips against him so he can feel how hard he’s making me.
“Stephen,” he moans.
“Room five?” I ask.
“Fuck… upstairs. Put me down and I’ll take you there.”
“No fucking chance, you’re not leaving my arms until I’ve had my fill of you.”
“You can’t carry me up there,” he chuckles.
“Watch me,” I grin, carrying him to the stairs.
I knew I’d gotten stronger since training with the Warriors full time, but I’m even more grateful now that I can carry Donovan as though he weighs nothing. It means I never have to let him go.
“Room five is at the end,” he says, half looking where we’re going, half nuzzling into my neck.
The room is pretty basic, but it has a bed, and I walk straight towards it.
“I’m gonna put you down, but only so I can undress you. This doesn’t mean I’m letting you go,” I say, nipping at his jaw in warning.
“Yeah yeah, okay,” he chuckles, as his feet touch the floor and I pull his T-shirt off in one go.
“You look incredible, baby,” I say, looking down at his body as I lower my hand to undo his jeans.
“I haven’t changed, not like you,” he says, running his hands up my arms and feeling my biceps.
“What can I say, I needed to channel all the energy I used to use fucking you into something else, I needed a distraction.”
“Maybe I should give you space more often,” he chuckles, but I immediately pull him to me, my hand collaring his throat.
“Not funny,” I say, “no more space.”
“I was only joking.”
“Baby, this last month has been torture without you, I don’t even want to think about being apart again.”
“We’re going to be apart though, Stephen, I’m moving in with Slim and I don’t even know where you’re living.”
“Who the fuck is Slim and why are you moving in with him?”
He rolls his eyes. “He’s a friend, a club member, Beth lived with him for a while. Now I’ve graduated I need to leave the dorm, so he said I could live with him.”
“Well you can tell him thank you for the offer, but no. You’re staying with me at Marcus’s until we get our own place.”
“Who the fuck is Marcus and why do you live with him?” he smirks.
“Touché,” I chuckle, before kissing him. “He’s my teammate, my straight teammate. And it was easier to move in with him until I found somewhere permanent. He’s already said he’s happy for you to move in too.”
“Well that was also very presumptuous of you, arranging that before you even asked me to live with you.”
“Mmm, you’re right.” I take off my shirt, knowing it will disarm him, then I cup his face in my hands and gaze into his eyes. “Donovan, baby, would you please do me the honor of moving in with me? Because I really really really want to live with you again.”
“You really had to take your shirt off for that?” He rolls his eyes before letting them roam over my body.
“I thought it might help to sweeten the deal… did it work?”
“Maybe.” He blushes, eyes dropping to my abs as he runs his hands over them. “I didn’t think it was possible, but how did you get even hotter since I last saw you.”
“Stop ignoring my question.”
I pull him into me, running my hands over his back and down to cup his ass under his open jeans.
He sighs, pretending to be annoyed. “Fine, I’ll move in with you, but only because you asked so nicely.”
I lift him into my arms and place him on the bed, pulling off his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, and loving the sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric. Sitting back on my heels, I take my time gazing at him, memorizing every inch of his body.
“You look so fucking good, baby,” I murmur, bringing my hands to his thighs and lifting them around my waist as I lower to kiss him.
My cock is so fucking hard it almost hurts against my jeans, so desperate to be back inside him where I belong. He moans into our kiss as I grind against him, feeling everything so much more intensely now that he’s out of his jeans.
“I wanted to at least try and take this slow, but I’m so desperate to be inside you,” I groan.
“I… um…” he says, nervously, “I meant what I said downstairs. I haven’t… you know… prepped. I had no idea you were coming here.”
“I know, but when I said I didn’t give a shit, I meant it.”
“I… but what if… you know… it’s bad.”
I nod my head towards the door to the right of us. “I’m guessing that’s a bathroom with a shower?”
He nods in response.
“Then we’ll be fine. Now, I’m gonna fuck you, and I can either fuck your tight little hole, or I can fuck your mouth.” He whimpers at my words. “Personally, I was really looking forward to kissing you while I’m inside you, so my vote is fucking your sweet ass, but it’s your choice, baby.”
“Well when you put it like that,” he moans.
“Good boy,” I smirk, dipping my head to kiss him roughly. “Fuck, being away from you has made me so possessive.”
“I don’t know,” he chuckles, “you were pretty possessive before too.”
“Fair, it’s all you though, I’ve never been like this with anyone else.”
He crosses his ankles behind me and pulls my hips against him, gripping my hair and pulling me into another kiss.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” he says.
“Baby, I’m yours. I’m so yours.”
I claim his mouth, needing to devour him, rocking against him as much as I can without blowing my load in my jeans. Having him in my arms again feels right, the feeling of him wrapped around my body is something I’ll never give up again, not for anything.
“Check the drawer for lube,” he pants.
I lift onto my arms and lean over to the bedside table, the top drawer full of everything you could possibly need for a sex-fueled night. I grab the bottle of lube and notice a box of condoms too.
“I haven’t been with anyone else,” I say, “but I’ll use a condom if I need to, no questions asked.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t need to, there hasn’t been anyone, only you.”
I kiss him again; I couldn’t have blamed him, or been angry or upset with him for being with someone else, but fuck am I happy that he wasn’t.
I sit back on my heels and pull his boxers off, loving the whimpers he makes as the fabric brushes against his leaking cock.
It stirs that possessive side of me again.
“So fucking happy this tight little virgin hole is still only mine,” I murmur. “Have you been playing with yourself while we’ve been apart?”
The thought of him fingering himself while jerking off makes my cock twitch.
“I… I tried,” he whispers, a blush covering his cheeks. “But it’s not the same.”
“No? You need my fingers to hit that spot and my cock to fill you up, is that right, baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers, sounding so needy I could come in my pants.
“Don’t worry, I’m here now, I’m gonna take care of you.”
I squeeze some lube into my hand and reach down, circling his hole and reveling in the noises he makes. He looks so fucking good, his legs held back against his chest, opening for me. So much more confident than when we first met, owning his sexuality, owning his needs and desires.
“Breathe for me,” I murmur, and as he exhales I slide my finger into him, brushing over that spot he can’t quite find by himself.
“Stephen!” he cries, the way my name sounds on his lips making it hard for me to take it slow. “Fuck, Stephen, I forgot.”
“Forgot what?”
“How good it feels,” he whimpers. “I missed you.”
A groan escapes me as he clenches around my finger. “I missed you too, Donovan. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. This is it; it’s us now. Fuck everyone else.”
“Please…” he moans.
“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you inside me,” he pants.
I smirk, wanting to tease him that little bit more. “I am inside you.”
“No,” he huffs, “you know what I mean.”
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
I pull my finger out, hating leaving the warmth of his body, but quickly cover my cock in lube, it’s been a while, and he’ll need the extra to take me. Lining myself up with him, I lean forward.
“This okay?” I check, gently pushing into him.
“Yes, fuck yes!” he moans, moving his legs so they’re wrapped around my hips again, using them to pull me into him even more.
“It’s been a while, baby. We should try and take this slow.”
“No, I want you to fill me.” He reaches his hand up to my hair, gripping me, causing a moan to escape.
“Whatever you want,” I say, thrusting into him the rest of the way, his body inviting me in, stretching around me.
“Fuck!” he shouts, loud enough for anyone in the building to hear.
Pulling back, I thrust in again, building my rhythm, but trying not to go too fast, not wanting this to be over too quickly. Cries and whimpers fall from him as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet.
“Come on, baby. You’re not gonna scream real loud for me? Let all your biker friends know you’re getting fucked in here?”
“Stephen!” he cries, probably more in shock at my words than anything else.
“That’s right, let them know who’s fucking you, make sure they know who you belong to.”
He pulls me into another kiss and moans into my mouth. This is everything I wanted and needed; him, wrapped around my body, letting me have every part of him.
“I love you, Donovan,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his, thrusting into him again and again.
“I love you too.”
His words finish me, and with a few more thrusts my orgasm takes over as I spill into him, holding myself inside him, not wanting to leave.
“You still feel like you’re made for me,” I murmur.
“Good thing I’m all yours then,” he chuckles.
“And I’m yours. Come on, it’s your turn now.”
“My turn for what?” he asks.
“Did you come?”
“Well, no… but it’s okay,” he says shyly.
“No, it’s not,” I chuckle, scooping him up into my arms and carrying him into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he squeals, legs kicking in the air.