63. Brogan #2
“And I’m not that picky now,” he replied before he took a sandwich wedge off his plate, then bit into it. “It tastes like our time at college.”
I wanted to remind him of what my favorite taste had been, but I needed to stop thinking about deepthroating him.
I turned to my own food, then we ate in relative silence.
Once we were both done, I washed the dishes as Declan grabbed us each a bottle of water.
I took mine and joined him in the living room.
“What do you want to do?” I asked as we sat down on the couch.
“Do you want to watch a movie? Maybe talk some more? I’m open for whatever.”
“Whatever you want to do, Declan.”
He ran one hand down my arm, then sighed. “I didn’t ask you in the hospital, but I wanted to know something.”
“Anything,” I responded.
“When you were at Rikers Island, did anyone… did any… like I don't even know how to ask it other than just spitting it out there. Did anyone touch what was mine?”
I smirked. “What would you do if I said that someone had?”
His eyes narrowed. “Brogan,” he warned.
“No, baby. I was in a cell by myself the whole time, and I rarely even went out to the yard with the others. No one touched me.”
“Thank fuck. The entire time you were in there, I was so worried for you.”
“You never have to be worried about me.”
“If something bad would’ve happened to you because of—”
I could tell he was starting to get upset. We’d have to work on this intense blame he kept putting on himself over everything. Declan had always been a bit obsessive-compulsive his whole life, but it’d manifested itself into a loathsome cycle of self-blame for things he had no control over.
“We don't have to talk about this. You're supposed to be relaxing tonight, not coming home and getting all upset.”
“Jail and prison is just—”
“It’s over is what it is. I’m no longer in that shithole. Instead, I’m here with you, which is the only place I ever want to be.”
“We do rule the fuck out of this broken place,” Declan finally said as he moved in closer and pressed his forehead to mine.
It all hit me in that moment. Something as simple and normal as this had almost been lost to me forever.
“I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you when I’d gotten out of that place. I’ve wasted so much goddamn time and nearly lost you.
” I cupped his face between my palms, then pulled my head back enough to stare into his eyes.
“I don't know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you. I don't hate you, and I never did.”
“It’d hurt me so much when you’d cut me out of your life without letting me even explain. All I’d ever wanted was to preserve what we had then, and what we have now. If you hated me, I—”
“I’d wanted to hate you at one point, but I couldn't fully do so because I love you, Declan. I love you so fucking much.”
“And I love you too, baby,” he said before wrapping his hand around my head and pulling me close.
Our lips touched tentatively at first, then I began to move mine more firmly over his.
We kissed like that for several seconds before the overwhelming urge to claim this man as mine won out.
I thrust my tongue between his parted lips, and he groaned as his tangled with mine.
We explored each other's mouths while our hands ran over each other's faces and shoulders. While we’d both been trying to gain some sort of dominance, I just wanted to preserve some level of self-control.
As he began humming against my lips, I groaned out as my cock hardened painfully.
If I was this hard, I knew he would be too.
The moment I slipped my hand behind the waistband of his sweats, I fisted his hard shaft in it.
This time, Declan moaned against my lips.
This was so familiar… so perfect… so us…
and it was like coming home from a long trip.
This man was everything I needed in this fucked up world, and he was that to me–my world.
And now I had my entire world in my hands. As I began to stroke him from base to tip, he finally tore his mouth from mine and sucked in a few ragged breaths. “I need your mouth on me.”
“I’ve never needed anything more,” I rasped.
He rose up so I could help him pull his sweats down, and once they were below his knees, I fisted his cock in my hand again. My mouth watered for a taste of him, especially when I noticed the few drops of precum on the tip. I lowered my mouth, then took him to my throat.
“Fucking hell. Your mouth is always so damn good.” I knew what he liked, and more importantly, I knew what he wanted the moment he raised his ass off the couch and thrust to my throat. “Suck it like you’ve missed it.”
I smirked and took him back down to my throat. This time, I didn't pause or stop as my head bobbed up and down his shaft. On occasion, I’d graze the underside of his cock with my teeth, but most of it was spent with my tongue wrapped around him as my mouth glided effortlessly from base to tip.
The sounds he emitted were ones I’d save to my spank bank, not that I needed that when I had him. Guttural groans continued falling from his lips, signaling that he was getting close. Declan was about to come, and there was nothing I wanted more than to taste him.
“Fuck, Brogan! I love the way you slurp on my fucking cock. It’s so damn good. Those sounds you make, and the way you tug in just the right spots. Baby… Swallow every drop,” he commanded before thrusting back into my mouth one more time.
He came at that moment, and if I would’ve had my hand on my own cock, I might’ve joined him.
I swallowed every drop of his release as he’d instructed, all while Declan slowly thrust in and out of my mouth as his climax went on and on.
When he finally pulled out, he was semi-hard, but I knew a few strokes would have him back at full erection.
Finally, I raised my head, then swiped my index finger across my bottom lip as he watched my every move. “Your lips are so swollen. Your mouth was made for my cock, just as—”
“Just as your ass was made for mine.” Something flared in his eyes, and I’d nearly given in to his silent invitation until I remembered the last two weeks. “We don't have to do that tonight,” I told him.
“I want to, Brogan. This reunion still feels like a dream that I'm afraid I'm going to wake up from to find myself in that goddamn hospital room, or even worse, wake up in an empty bed devoid of your scent and your warmth. I couldn’t handle waking up right now to find you gone.”
“I’m here, baby.”
“These last two months without you have been complete fucking agony. Not sure if I’d ever see you again, much less kiss you or feel you fucking me. I need you… I need this… I need you to prove this moment is real.”
“It's real, Declan,” I said before moving off the couch. From there, I headed straight into the bedroom to get the lube. While there, I quickly undressed and returned to the living room. Declan was also now completely naked with his cock in his hand, roughly stroking it back to full erection.
“I’ll take care of that.”
He grinned. “Fuck me, Brogan.”
“Your wish is my command.”