Chapter 16
EVAN
He was stunning. By far the most receptive and responsive person I’d ever had in my bed. Stevie was vivacious, sexy, funny, and enthusiastic. With a healthy dose of bossiness sprinkled in.
I already adored him outside the bedroom, but inside?
Inside he was everything that was fun and hot about being intimate with another person.
Not to mention his body was divine. He was pale and smooth, slender and full of vibrating energy.
Stevie Devore was not only edible, he was flexible and snack-sized, which meant I could manhandle him exactly how I wanted to.
And there were a million ways I wanted to.
His eyes were completely glazed over as I pushed into him slowly.
I leaned in to kiss him, keeping my weight on my hands and knees.
His lips were full and warm, and kissing him was the best thing ever.
I nibbled a little bit on his bottom lip and felt him humming his approval as I continued to taste him.
Once I was halfway inside him, I moved my arms underneath his to grasp his shoulders. His eyes were so beautiful—violet flowers that looked at me like I was everything to him. I wanted desperately to be everything to him. I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
“I love you, Stevie,” I whispered. “I love you.”
His eyes widened as my words sunk in. I continued murmuring words of affection as I worked my way in and out of his body until I was fully seated. While I waited a beat to let him adjust to the fullness, I kissed him again and noticed a tear slide down toward his ear.
“You okay, baby?” I asked.
“It’s too good to be true,” he said, almost too quietly for me to hear. “Did you mean what you said? Or is it just because we’re—”
I leaned in to kiss him again before he could say it. “No. No, sweetheart. I said it because I meant it. I’ve felt this way about you for a while but didn’t want to scare you off.”
He shook his head, dislodging a few more tears. “You wouldn’t. You didn’t. Because… because I love you too.”
Stevie looked so vulnerable in that moment—creases of worry on his forehead and flicks of his wet eyes away from mine—I thrust my hips in and out to get his attention. His eyes blinked at me in surprise.
“Hey. It’s just you and me here. And we love each other.” I grinned. “There is nothing to be afraid of. Just fun and love. You and me. All right?”
His face broke out into a smile. “Who knew you were such a talker in the sack? Get a move on, old man. Before you lose your erection and need a little blue pill.”
My jaw dropped open before I came to my senses enough to show him just how healthy my erection was and just how much I did not need a little blue pill.
“Nnnhhhh!” he cried out as I thrust into him. “Yes. Yes, please.”
I watched as he threw his head back in pleasure. Maybe our little conversation had given his body enough time to stretch, or maybe it was the ten vats of lube I’d used, but he clearly wasn’t experiencing any pain right now. Not if his whimpers for more were any indication.
His body was a tight, hot squeeze around me that caused me to grit my teeth to keep from shooting right away. As I pulled out, his body tugged me back in, and when I pushed back in, I wanted to stay there forever, joined with him as closely as possible.
I moved my hand down to stroke his hard cock, using the copious fluid around the head to slick the way.
“Mpfh,” he grunted when I began to jack him. “Mm-hm. Mm-hmmm.”
His throat was exposed as he stretched his head back. I licked up the side of it and grazed my teeth along his earlobe before sucking it into my mouth.
“Evan,” he panted. “Gonna come. Evan!”
I let go of his ear with a deep chuckle. “Come for me, sweetheart. Want you to feel good.”
His cock pulsed in my palm, which made my own climax creep along my spine. When he screamed his release, I shot hard and deep inside of him, feeling the electric current zing through my lower body in the most delicious way.
Stevie’s arms and legs were wrapped tightly around me, clinging for dear life. I dropped light kisses all over his face until he came back to me from wherever he’d gone in his head.
“That was…”
“Mm-hm,” I hummed, kissing the apple of his cheek and then the bridge of his nose.
“That…”
I snorted lightly before pulling back to look at him. “It was all right?”
He rolled his eyes, a quintessential Stevie maneuver that made me laugh. Had I ever laughed this much in a relationship before?
“No. It sucked. I demand a redo. Gimme a fucking break.”
And another eye roll for good measure. His purple locks were whipped into a giant beehive tangle, and I wanted to work the knots out with my fingers.
But I needed to do a little housekeeping first. I reached for the edge of the condom and pulled out of him carefully, disengaging from his embrace so I could dispose of the condom and fetch a wet cloth for him.
When I wandered back from the bathroom, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him naked and sprawled out in limp pleasure in my bed.
“Why are you staring at me like a creeper?”
I climbed back onto the bed and stretched out next to him, reaching out to wash him off with the cloth. His smile turned to a shy grin while I worked until I flung the cloth away and pulled him close to me.
“I meant what I said. I love you. That wasn’t just sex talk. I need you to know that.”
Stevie’s hand came out to caress my jaw. “Just out of curiosity, do you have a life insurance policy?”
I blinked at him.
“Kidding. I’m kidding. I’m feeling a little high right now, ignore me. Okay, maybe don’t ignore me when I say this part. I love you too. But…”
My stomach dropped. “But?”
“No, I was calling you a butt. I love you too, Butt.”
I blinked at him again. This was going to take some getting used to.
“Evan,” he said softly. “I’m so fucking happy. I get stupid when I’m happy. Forgive me. Well, maybe instead of forgiving me, you could just… I don’t know… get used to it? The weirdness, I mean. Because it doesn’t really end. It’s kind of… permanently attached to my personality.”
I fingered the purple tangles. “I love your personality. But…”
“But?” Those little worry wrinkles appeared on his smooth forehead again.
“No, I was calling you a butt. I love your personality, Butt.”
He smacked me in the shoulder. “I’m the funny one. You’d do well to remember that, Chief.”
“I will. And I’ll get used to your teasing. Your happiness is all I need, Stevie. If you’re happy, I’m perfect.”
We snuggled against each other, idly running fingers along skin and exploring each other until I heard his stomach grumble.
“We missed dinner. C’mon. Let’s see what we can scrounge up.”
After pulling on our jeans, we made our way into the kitchen where I found a frozen tub of baked ziti leftover from a batch I’d made at the fire house the week before.
I placed it in the microwave and set the table, offering Stevie an assortment of drinks before inviting him to have a seat at the kitchen table.
As soon as he sat on the wooden chair, he hissed and hopped back up again.
“Whiskey tango foxtrot,” he howled. “That bites. Motherfucker. Where did you get this piece-of-shit chair?”
Smothering a laugh, I said, “I made it. It’s a basic chair, baby. I’m afraid the problem is with your delicate derriere and not the chair.”
I wandered over to pull him into my arms, reaching down to rub his cute cheeks through the denim. “You want me to get you some softer pants? I might have a pair of bike shorts to pad this tush for you until you’re feeling better.”
“Stop laughing. This wasn’t in the manual.”
“What manual?” I asked with another chuckle. He was even more enticing when he pouted.
“The Bottom’s Book of Banging,” he said with a sniff before reaching up to toy with one of my nipples. “Don’t tell me you’ve never read it. That’s how I knew to look for a sugar daddy like you. The book says older men aren’t strong enough to do too much damage to your—”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I sputtered, cutting him off.
He lifted an eyebrow and smirked at me. “I thought you said you were going to get used to the weirdness?”
He was going to be the death of me.
“I did, Butt.”