43. Enslee #2
My elbows gave out completely as I fell to the island and started to squirm as he replaced his tongue once more with his fingers, but this time with three of them. He bit at my wet flesh, the wetness coating my thighs, all while thrusting his fingers into me.
“Fuck! I’m about to come, Declan.”
Breathing heavily, I could barely catch my breath between pants, especially when he added a fourth finger and reached the spot that he and Brogan had always found so quickly.
And they’d known exactly how to use it to their advantage.
Tonight was no different as Declan kissed his way to my clit, then sucked the nerve-laden bud into his mouth.
I shattered apart. Declan didn’t stop, however, even though my entire body was shaking, especially my legs.
For once, I was glad I wasn't standing, or else they would’ve given out completely.
Those wicked fingers of his fucked me through that orgasm and into another that came so quickly and so fast that I could barely catch my breath.
When he pulled his fingers from me and raised his head, I saw my cum glistening on his lips and down his chin.
When my gaze dropped, I also saw my wetness coating his hands.
“Goddamn, you always come so beautifully for me.”
“You make it easy,” I responded back. I was now satiated, but I knew I'd barely been of use to him at all. “I need you.”
“I need you too, Enslee.” No more words were spoken as he removed me from the bar, then carried me across the room to drop me onto the bed.
As soon as he did, I scrambled onto my knees and immediately began reaching for his pants.
He stepped back, keeping himself just out of reach.
“So eager,” he mused, and I nodded in response.
He quickly removed his clothes before stepping closer.
He stayed just outside of my reach, and my mouth literally watered as he grabbed his cock and fisted it in his large hand.
The tip was already dotted with precum, and I knew this time it was all for me.
It was because of me. Yes, he was in love with another, and he always would be, but I could bring him pleasure just like he'd always done for me.
“I still dream of your sweet mouth on my cock,” he said.
“Please,” I whispered as I was far beyond pride when it came to begging for a taste of him.
He moved closer and wrapped a large swath of my hair around his wrist before holding my head at an angle where he could slide his cock straight into my mouth, which he did.
I could barely moan around it before he thrust deep to my throat.
He wasn't going to let me take my time, but that was okay. He needed this. He needed to be in control. I supposed his entire life was spinning right now, so if he wanted to treat me as some vessel to slake his need, I’d be that for him.
I widened my jaw even more because he was so fucking large, then made sure to cover my bottom teeth with my tongue as he slid back and forth over them.
His thrusts were brutal, and a lot rougher than they’d been in the past. Usually, Brogan was the intense one, always so raw and exposed.
Meanwhile, Declan had always had a domineering vulnerability to him, but now he’d morphed into a darker version of himself.
Fuck! He showed no care or concern for me as he assaulted my throat with each thrust, making me wince.
Tears sprang to my eyes, and I felt a few roll down my cheeks.
Still, I raised my gaze to find him staring down at me.
There was a look of determination on his face.
I knew he was determined to come in my mouth, and there wasn't a goddamn thing I could do about it.
I couldn’t describe how much I loved when he took control.
On the flip side, although he was basically controlling everything, I knew a single word would be all it took to stop.
Not like in the past with others or not others—one other.
I didn't want to think about him at this point in time.
The last thing I wanted to do was freak the fuck out.
And the truth of the matter was, I hadn't had sex since I’d recovered those memories before.
I had no memories of the darkness, the pain, and the shame I'd been made to feel in the past.
I'd simply been able to just experience the present, but now those memories were rushing back, and I didn't want them.
I pushed at his thighs, trying to push him away, but he tightened his grip on my hair and fucked me even harder.
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine his face, but another swam in my vision, and I freaked out.
Declan must have realized something was wrong because he pulled completely out this time.
“Enslee. Are you okay? I knew this was too much.”
“No, it's fine. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine, Enslee. What's going on?”
“I need you to fuck me, but not in my mouth. Let me feel you deep inside of me.”
He released my hair, then pushed me onto my back before flipping me over. His hands gripped my hips, and as he pulled me toward him, he thrust up into me.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good. So…” he paused, then cursed under his breath before pulling out of me.
“Declan?” I asked in question as I looked over my shoulder at him. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to get a condom.”
It hadn't even dawned on me that he’d entered me without one until he moved over to his pants and pulled out his wallet.
He produced one, which seemed to be customary.
I didn't think I'd ever been with a man who didn't have a condom in his wallet.
It must have been something males were taught upon reaching a certain age because it was just something one normally carried with them.
He quickly sheathed this cock and moved back to me.
“Fuck me, Declan.”
Nothing more had to be said as he lined his cock back up, then slammed into me.
This was what I'd been missing for weeks. His hands gripped my hips as he drove into me at such a frenzied pace that I was not only becoming lightheaded, but so close to my third orgasm. Declan hadn’t even had one yet, though, so I fisted the bedsheets and even bit down on them in an attempt to hold back my plea.
All I wanted to do was come, but I needed him to get there with me. And if the swelling of his cock was any indication, I knew he was getting close. Torn between wanting to rush him along and just savoring the moment, I couldn’t decide which I wanted more.
Nothing had ever felt more right than feeling either him or Brogan inside of me.
I knew the moment wouldn’t and couldn’t last because I wasn't the love of his life.
I was just an inconvenient paragraph in the story he and Brogan had been writing their entire life.
This wasn't a “once upon a time” where we all “lived happily ever after.” I was simply a passage in time. Meanwhile, I suspected they’d always be the beginning and end of my story, at least the one I wanted to tell.