Chapter 26 #2
I chased his climax like a man starved. Full tunnel vision, zero chill.
I started bobbing my head harder, hand working the base while my mouth and tongue did everything else.
The heat of him, the helpless little sounds he made, his shaking thighs, every bit of it just cranked my need higher.
I wanted to take him right to the edge and watch him implode.
Greedy didn’t cover it. I wanted to please him, wreck him, show him how much I wanted him. Predictably, I went for it way too fast, too eager, his dick straight-up colliding with my tonsils. I gagged. Pulling back, I coughed, eyes watering, letting out a breathless laugh.
“Shit. You okay?” Oliver asked, reaching down to cup my cheek, thumb brushing beneath my eye.
“Yeah, don’t mind me. I miscalculated. Didn’t quite pace the enthusiasm.”
I glanced down. His cock gleamed with my spit and precum, tinged a desperate red. Raw want smeared across his skin, dribbled down my chin, stretched in strings between my mouth and his dick. Primal need twisted low in my belly. Wow, this was really working for me right now.
“Let me keep going. I want you to fall apart in my mouth. I want to taste that moment.”
“Jesus, Luke. I want that too. So much. But don’t hurt yourself. What you’re doing is already fucking amazing. You don’t have to choke on my cock to prove anything.”
“I know. Chalk it up to a rookie error on my debut BJ performance. Not exactly the master plan,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“But I want you to feel wanted. I want you so spoiled with care and closeness that you never have to question if you’re cherished.
I wanna get you to that place where you’re so wrapped up in what we’re sharing you forget how to form words.
I want you all soft and boneless and happy because you feel safe letting go with me.
I want your whole self to feel good. Mind, body, and heart. ”
“Luke . . .” His voice broke, his breath coming in uneven pants, his hips chasing my hand in small unconscious thrusts. “You already have me there.”
“Yeah?” I whispered, leaning up to press a kiss to the crease of his hip, letting my nose brush his skin, breathing him in. “Then let me take you the rest of the way.”
Putting him back in my mouth, I let my hand take over where my throat had faltered, stroking him in time with each pass of my tongue.
I gave his head all the attention in the world, tongue swirling around it before I sank down his shaft again, sucking and squeezing like a man on a mission. It didn’t take long before his whole body started to tremble.
Still within the tolerance I’d learned, breathing hard, my mouth stretched wide, I took him a little deeper. Without breaking rhythm, I looked up again. His eyes opened and found mine. The connection hit me like a shockwave.
Oliver was the epicenter of a full-body earthquake inside me, cracking me open and rebuilding me with every sound he made, every tiny move of his hips.
It lit me up from the inside, flooding me with feeling so intense it knocked the air out of me.
My whole nervous system rewired in real time, every synapse sparking to life with new instructions that all spelled his name.
And I didn’t want to go back. I didn’t want anything else. Just this. Just him.
“Luke, fuck, you should probably pull off if you don’t want my cum in your mouth.”
“I want it,” I said as I pulled back enough to speak. “I want everything. I want to drink you in and swallow you down. Give it to me, please, Ollie.”
I popped him back in my mouth. My tongue traced the thick vein that pulsed with the promise of climax. My other hand gripped his waist, steadying him, as his hips canted forward in stuttered surrender.
“Luke . . .” he groaned, dick pulsing.
Cum landed on my tongue. I took every drop, swallowing, lips and tongue still moving in slow passes as he shook apart above me.
When I’d milked the last tremors from his body, I released him with care, letting the head of his cock slip from between my lips with a soft, final kiss, and stood to meet him.
“Easy there,” I murmured, gathering him close as his knees buckled.
Arms winding around me, he pressed his face into my neck, while I kissed the top of his head.
“Holy fuck,” he exclaimed. “That was . . . how did you . . . how the hell are you so good at that?”
“Beginner’s luck?”
“If that was luck, then I need you playing the lottery immediately.”
“Pretty sure I already hit the jackpot,” I murmured into his hair. “In the form of the brilliant, gorgeous man currently melting in my arms.”
“Jesus, Luke, I get that turning me to applesauce is your MO, but let a guy recover from his post-orgasmic bliss before you start saying things like that. I can barely stand as it is.”
“No promises,” I said, grinning as I eased him down to sit on the edge of the tub. “These things just come out.”
Shedding my clothes, I switched on the water, testing the warmth with my wrist. “C’mon, angel.”
He stood, a little unsteady, still a little dazed, hanging in the afterglow of what we’d shared. I guided him toward the shower. Once inside, I reached for the shampoo and poured a generous dollop into my palm. “Turn around for me, would you?”
He obeyed, his back facing me. I stepped in close and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
The moment my fingers sank into his hair, working the shampoo into a gentle lather, a soft and loose sigh slipped from his lips, dissolving into a quiet hum.
I took my time. Long, lazy circles over his scalp. Gentle scritches with my nails. My thumbs sweeping behind his ears, tracing the curve of his skull. “You have the best hair,” I murmured. “It’s like silk and clouds had a baby.”
He let out a soft, sleepy chuckle that melted into another hum as he leaned back into me. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, following the line of his spine with my hand.
“I think I might need you to pinch me again,” he said.
I nipped his ear, smiling against his skin. “This is real, angel. I promise.”
“I like when you call me that.”
“Angel?”
“Yes. I’ve never had a pet name before. Not one that felt good, anyway. It’s . . . nice.”
I turned him to face me and kissed each cheek, then the center of his forehead. “That’s how you looked to me the night I saw you at Opal and Obsidian. Otherworldly. Like an angel who fell by accident.”
“If it led me here to you, it can’t have been a mistake,” he whispered.
“Wow, Ollie. Are you trying to turn me into applesauce now?”
His lips curved. “Seems only fair.”
“I suppose I’ll allow it,” I murmured, picking up the body wash and smoothing the lather over the elegant slope of his shoulder, and down his back.
Turning him, I began to clean his front.
Oliver’s lashes fluttered, his eyes falling shut. His arms wound around my waist. “Mm this is nice,” he murmured. “I think it might be my final form.”
“A stunning transformation. From radiant human to pampered puddle.”
“Both the pampered and the puddle parts are your fault,” he said.
“Should I be apologizing?”
“Mm, no. In fact, I want to stay here in your arms forever.”
“I think the utilities bill might not survive that, and the water would start to get cold, which I know how you feel about that. But I can offer an alternative.”
His eyes cracked open. “What?”
Rinsing the last of the soap from his skin, I shut off the water and reached for one of my oversized towels, wrapping it around his shoulders.
“You could sleep in here with me tonight, if you wanted,” I said.
“You’d want that?”
“If I had it my way, you’d never sleep apart from me again.”
I wasn’t usually the move fast kinda guy.
But the second I admitted I had big, capital-F feelings for Oliver, something in me snapped.
Or snapped open. Like some emotional floodgate blew off its hinges.
Everything I’d half thought about him—wanting him close, wanting him in my space, wanting him in my life—suddenly sharpened into pure certainty.
I wanted him tucked against me at night.
In my bed, in my arms, that’s where he belonged.
“What if I snore?”
“I don’t recall you being a snorer in the times you’ve conked out when we’ve both been on the couch, but if you were, then I’m certain it would be the most enchanting snore I’d ever heard, and I’d treasure it like a lullaby only I got to hear.”
A shy smile formed on his lips. “And if I hog the covers?”
“You know how warm I run. You’d be helping me with temperature control. Think of it as chivalrous thievery.”
“What about if I roll over and drool on your pillow?”
“Then I’ll kiss the corner of your mouth and tell you how beautiful you look when you’re lost in dreams.”
“You really want to sleep with me?”
“I do, but more than that, I want you content and comfortable. If having your own space tonight is what you need, I’ll honor it without hesitation.”
“I want to stay. I want to be close to you tonight.”
“Then stay,” I said, kissing him.
He leaned into me, his hand tightening around my waist as if a small part of him still didn’t believe this was real.
If he needed touch to believe it was, then he could hang on to me all night. Hell, I’d glue us together if it’d help. I wanted him to know without any doubt how sure I was, how stupidly gone for him I was. I poured all of it into the way I kissed him, the way I held him close to me.
Amidst the dumb jokes, the routines we’d fallen into, the late-night talks about everything and nothing, Oliver had moved in. Not just literally, but right into my chest. And now that he was there, I couldn’t even imagine my life without him taking up that space.