Chapter 21
Aiden
I’ve been awake for a while, watching Jay sleep beside me. He’s pressed against my side, my arm wrapped around him as if letting go will break me. Having him here like this, warm and safe, is something I’ve dreamed about for months.
Nothing about today was what I expected, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Telling him I’m in love with him, and finally being able to touch him the way I’d wanted, was long overdue.
From what he’s said, both today and over the last few months, I know he doesn’t see himself the way I do. He carries too many scars, too many lies about who he is and what he deserves.
But that ends now. I’m going to spend every day showing him just how wanted and worthy he is. I’m done letting his father’s cruelty or Ray’s manipulation echo in his head. He’s mine now, and I’ll make damn sure he never doubts how deeply he’s loved again.
When he stirs, I brush the hair from his face and press a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Hey, sleepy,” I whisper.
“Mmmm.” He barely cracks one eye open, blinking at me in a daze. “What time is it?”
“Almost six,” I tell him.
I only got an hour myself, but he’s been out for much longer. After everything that’s happened, he needed it.
“Did you get any sleep?” he asks, his voice gravelly as he clears his throat.
“Yeah, baby, I got some,” I say with a small smile. “I’ve been watching you for a while, though. You hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
“Me too. There’s a restaurant next door. Let’s go grab dinner,” I suggest, stretching as I climb out of bed.
I head to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed, then I feed the cats while I wait for him to do the same. Maisy and Daisy are quick to remind me how impatient they are. Once I have them settled, we head out.
The only place to eat is a small family-style diner with red-and-white checkered tablecloths, wooden bowls of peanuts on every table, and flickering battery-operated candles trying their best to create atmosphere.
We slide into a booth across from each other and order soups and salads, something vaguely healthy after two straight days of fast food. When the waitress leaves, I reach across the table and take Jay’s hands.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “I want to talk to you about something.”
He raises a brow. “That sounds ominous.”
“It’s not, I promise.” I squeeze his fingers. “I just want everything on the table. Even though I haven’t been with anyone since Florida, I’ve still kept up with regular testing, and everything’s negative, and I’m on PrEP. I never want you to worry about that.”
“Oh,” he says, blinking, caught off guard. “Um… I got tested at my annual checkup a few months ago. I was negative. I’m still on PrEP, too.”
“That’s good,” I say softly.
He offers me a tentative smile. These conversations are always awkward, but they’re important. And I want him to understand that he’s safe with me, in every way.
Our food comes quickly, and we eat like we haven’t had a proper meal in days. By the time dessert rolls around, Jay goes for apple pie with vanilla ice cream, and I order the chocolate cake that’s been taunting me from the display case since we walked in.
We walk full and satisfied, hand in hand, down the hotel corridor toward our room. The simple act of touching him feels so right. As we near the door, I feel a flicker of heat ignite inside me. I already know exactly what I want to do once we’re inside.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, I grab his hand and pull him toward the bathroom.
“Come shower with me,” I murmur, my voice soft and sultry as I flash him a wicked grin.
He follows me without question.
I close the door so the cats can’t barge in, then turn on the shower, steam billowing around us and cloaking the room in a fog of heat. I slowly strip him, kissing trails down his body until he’s trembling with need.
His lean muscles ripple beneath my lips, and his creamy skin, lightly dusted with hair, leads tantalizingly from his chest down to his groin.
Every part of him ignites a fire inside me. When he’s fully bare, he returns the favor by slowly peeling off my clothes, teasing me with soft caresses against my skin.
Under the roaring spray, our soft laughter blends with the torrent of water as our hands explore every familiar curve and ridge.
After lingering kisses and sliding our bodies together in a soapy mess, I press him against the tiled wall, pressing my wet palms to his back, worshipping the firm swell of his ass, lathering him for what I have in store.
Once we’re rinsed, we step out and wrap ourselves in towels.
Coming out of the bathroom, before I can even think about what comes next, Maisy and Daisy pounce on my ankles, demanding the affection I haven’t given them all day.
Their imperfect timing can’t ruin this moment, but it sure makes me laugh.
Jay skirts around me, drops his towel, and flops onto the bed, splaying out in a breathtaking display of bare flesh.
“I don’t think they’re happy with you,” he teases, his eyes gleaming as he strokes himself.
I grit my teeth as he tortures me with that perfect, naked spread.
I grab the laser toy and entertain the cats for a few minutes until they’re tired out. While they chase the red dot across the floor, I steal heated glances at Jay. He’s stroking himself slower now, watching me, his cock growing painfully rigid under his own hand.
“All right, my little terrors, playtime’s over,” I say as I toss the laser back into their bag. I reach into my stash, grab a bottle of lube, and strut to the bed. “Time for the adults to play.”
He props himself on his elbows, dark amusement pooling in his eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
I set the lube on the rumpled sheets, then grab his ankles in both hands. With a swift push, I fold his legs behind his head and spread him wide, exposing his pink, puckered hole.
“A filthy game,” I mutter, “where I feast on you until you beg me to stop.”
Without hesitation, I part his cheeks, diving my tongue in, flattening it against the warm curve of his crack as I inhale his musky scent.
Rimming him is pure ecstasy, an insatiable thrill that makes my pulse hammer in my ears.
I trace slow, deliberate laps around his hole, devouring the flavor of him.
His moans swell, echoing through the room as I press further, spearing my tongue through that tight ring and pulling back out. My face is slick with spit, but I couldn’t care less. I’m lost in the primal rhythm of his body, trembling beneath me.
After a relentless tongue-fucking, I slide a finger inside him, then a second, each one welcomed by his hot, eager channel. I slick more spit on his hole and plunge three fingers deep, feeling every shudder of his hips and each helpless buck against me.
“Oh God, Aiden, I need you inside me,” he gasps, his voice ragged with desperation.
My cock is throbbing so hard, it hurts. I smear lube over his hole and my length, slicking us both.
Easing the tip past his tight ring, I slowly push deeper as we both draw harsh, ragged breaths.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” I murmur, every nerve ending sparking with sensation.
“It’s been just as long for me,” Jay rasps.
His blue eyes lock on mine with raw desire.
I pause. “Are you serious?” I say, surprised.
I thought he and Ray would have had sex in Florida, or at least afterwards.
“I didn’t want anyone else after we were together,” he says, giving me a look that shows exactly how I feel—total satisfaction that what happened between us in Florida ruined us for anyone else.
My chest tightens. “Knowing I’m the last one to be inside you, baby. God, that’s doing things to me.”
I push forward until I’m buried to the hilt. We’re face to face, a rapt expression in his eyes, as my cock stretches him open. This isn’t just sex; I’m pouring my heart, my soul, every ounce of longing into him.
He takes a few calming breaths, nods, and then I start to move. The slide is exquisite: hot walls gripping me like a vise, a delicious pressure that nearly melts my mind. This is home. This is completion.
I collapse on top of him, arms wrapped around his quivering body just like I did in Florida, whispering in his ear words brimming with meaning. “I’m going to mark you as mine, baby. When I come inside you, it’s permanent. You’re mine.”
His moan is a plea. “Oh, God, yes. Fuck me harder.”
He closes his eyes, lost in the wave building between us. I tilt my hips, hammering into him deeper, faster, each thrust driving us both closer to the edge. He strokes his cock, fingers slick with his own arousal, his body arching against mine.
I fold his legs back, bending him in half so I can plunge deeper than ever. I press our faces together, tongues tangling in a fierce, desperate kiss while my cock pistons in his ass.
“Look at me when you come, baby,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze as I fuck him raw.
His face twists in bliss, his pupils blown wide.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” he cries, white ropes of release splattering across his lower belly.
That last convulsion of his ass sends me over the edge. I roar with my release, my seed flooding into him, marking him as mine.
We shudder together, spent, our breaths ragged echoes in the now silent room.
I collapse on top of him, holding him close, caressing the back of his neck, memorizing the weight of him in my arms. I never want to let go of this feeling.