12. Declan #2
He was evading the truth, and I didn't know why. “I once thought we could tell each other anything, but you're hiding something from me. What is it?” He stared defiantly at me, and I swear to God I was so close to striking him. I shook my head at the man in front of me. He might be pissed off, but now I was as well. “Oh, the silent treatment. I see. You don’t say shit to me all damn day. You don’t say anything at the house. Now, I come all the way over here and you want to say something, yet you still keep it to yourself. Why do I even fucking bother?”
I scrubbed a hand down my face. This wasn't going at all how I thought it would go. And I was honestly at my wit's end. This wasn’t about him finding me with Enslee, or his father and lawyer’s visits, or anything else other than us.
The lie that bound us together was a thread thinner than fucking twine.
And Brogan was ripping at his end, threatening to sever the bond we had forever.
I was about to tell him as much when he finally spoke.
“That's exactly it. I don't want you to bother anymore. Being here with me… being around me… all I'm going to do is bring you down as you end up in the same fucking hell hole that I'm in.”
“Then fine, so be it. Don't you fucking understand that I’m in this with you every step of the way.” I closed the distance between us.
He shook his head at me, but I grabbed his shirt, ripping it to the sides.
Buttons popped off because I could hear them bouncing off the floor, but I paid them no mind as I stared at his chest, which was heaving with each deep breath.
Brogan was trying to conceal not only his frustration and his pain, but his rage as well. And damn, I wanted all three of them. I wanted everything this man had to give me. I gripped his face between my palms, then searched his eyes.
“Don't you understand that I love you?”
“I love you too, but all I'm going to do is drag you down.”
“Brogan, you can't drag me somewhere I’m willing to go. The only thing you can do is what you're doing now. Pushing me away… shutting me out. Don't fucking do that to me, and to us. For ten long fucking years, I’ve been here for you because we’re in this together. There has never been anybody in my life but you.”
“I'm not worth it, Declan. Don't you understand you're risking your entire future and your freedom. You could go and be with somebody like Enslee, or with another man. You could be with anybody.”
“I don't want just any-fucking-body. Don't you understand that, Brogan?”
Before he could say or do anything else, I slammed my mouth against his. At first, he tried his best to resist me, but when my hand traveled down his rock-hard abs and I gripped his erection, Brogan’s lips slightly parted in a groan, so I seized the moment and thrust my tongue between them.
He actually began to return the kiss, even trying to take control of it, but I refused to concede control.
Tonight, he’d see things from my point of view.
I started pushing him backward, but to where I didn't know. I didn’t care.
We went from the center of the room to the hallway, and as soon as his back hit the wall, he spun me around.
I grimaced at the slight bite of pain, but it honestly made me even harder.
Over and over, we alternated positions as we slammed each other against the wall until we finally reached his bedroom.
Once inside, I continued to kiss him while still squeezing his erection, feeling it swell more in my hand.
When the back of his knees hit the bed, I pushed him down onto it.
He crawled backward and I was on him instantly.
I unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper as I sprung the cock I had just been holding.
Angry veins ran the length of the underside of it, and it matched the fury on both of our faces. I moved off him so he could get rid of his clothes. Once he’d kicked it all to the floor, I moved back between his legs.
“Declan,” he said, and my own cock hardened as my name slipped from his lips in a groan. Fisting his cock, I watched him carefully as my hand began to move. Brogan’s eyes closed, and he dropped his head all the way back onto the pillows.
I started off slowly, even though I knew he liked it rough.
In fact, I took slow to a new extreme as I leisurely touched him, making sure to draw out more of his frustration.
It began to get to him, which had been my intention.
I smirked as I stared up at him. He was thrusting his hips up toward me while lying there with his gorgeous eyes closed and his mouth parted.
I took in his swollen lips and even the small droplets of blood on his bottom one.
A thin sheen of perspiration was coating his entire body, which was all hard muscle and deep ridges.
My eyes traveled along the well-defined Adonis belt, and any other night, I might’ve even leaned in and traced it with my tongue.
Not tonight, though. Despite my gentleness right now, I was only displaying it because I needed to get him angry.
I’d tasted his despair on the way to this room, and I was now sampling his helplessness.
When he finally got angry, I wanted to feast on his rage, and I would.
Brogan finally brought his hand to mine, likely trying to control it as he had done last night.
I smacked his away with my free one and picked up the speed a little more, but not nearly enough to satisfy him in this moment.
I could slowly run my hand up and down his shaft all night.
I could also lick and nibble on it too. Another groan pierced the air, and this one was more pained.
“Why can't you understand that my love is unconditional? I don't just love you when it's safe, when it's fun, through just the good times. I also love you during the bad times, the dark times when it's dangerous, the times when there's so much uncertainty like now.”
“This isn’t going to end well for either of us,” he warned, and I growled this time.
“Even if the two of us fucking crashed and burned, I'd still want my ashes smoldering with yours. There's nowhere else on the fucking face of this earth that I’d want to be other than with you.”
I began stroking him harder as his eyes opened and I stared down into his watery gaze. God, how much I fucking loved this man. “Baby,” he whispered. “I don't want to hurt you.”
“That’s just it, Brogan. This is hurting me,” I responded emphatically.
“Seeing you in so much trouble and knowing that I can’t save you.
It tears me up inside because I don’t want you to be in pain.
Although I cannot erase it all, I need you to let me in so I can share it with you… shoulder some of it for you…”
“I don’t deserve you,” he said to me as he sat up and stroked the side of my face.
“Tonight, maybe not so much, but other times you definitely do,” I teased. “It hurt me so badly to have you shut me out today, but you’re going to make it up to me. Right?”
“Anything, Declan. What do I need to do?”
I grinned, especially at the incoherent curse that escaped his lips when I pressed my thumb down against the tip of his cock. It was already dotted with pre-cum, and I could feel it twitch in my hand as he throbbed for me… because of me…
“You're going to fill my mouth with your cum, then let me fill your ass with mine.”
“Fuck!”
Nothing else was said as I lowered my mouth to his cock, then took him straight to my throat.
My head bobbed up and down as I ran my tongue up one side, then down the other, making sure to focus extra attention on his tip, which was weeping more for me.
I laved at the steady drops of cum, loving the taste of my salvation.